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21 January 2015

Mes premiers jours...


A "feuillette au chocolat" near Le Marais, by a little ice skating rink. 


My first croque monsieur parisien - near Notre Dame. My new friend Sara met up with friends from her University here and I tagged along. 


Notre Dame! I can't wait to see the inside. 


The church at St. Germain des Pres. 




The Love Lock Bridge! Unfortunately they'll be taking them all off because of the weight :(


The tower at the Place de la Concorde. 

A beautiful first few days! :) 

25 December 2014

À Paris

19 days…and this girl will be on a plane to Paris! I have a passport, visa, some euros to start me off, and a new hardshell valise, yet I feel completely unprepared. I’m an excessive planner, and there’s obviously no way to plan my next semester – that’s not how study abroad works anyhow. I will take the adventures as they come. In the spirit of Madeline…
So “pooh-pooh” on my current anxiety. I’ll drink so many cafés and eat so many croissants, there’s no way it won’t be wonderful. It’s Katie heaven.  I hope to use this blog to catalogue my own “moveable feast.” I should probably actually read that book before I take off. J

à bientôt, Paris! 

21 August 2014

Loose Woman

They say I'm a beast.
And feast on it. When all along
I thought that's what a woman was.

They say I'm a bitch.
Or witch. I've claimed
the same and never winced.

They say I'm a macha, hell on wheels,
viva-la-vulva, fire and brimstone,
man-hating, devestating,
boogey-woogie lesbian.
Not necessarily,
but I like the compliment.

The mob arrives with stones and sticks
to maim and lame and do me in.
All the same, when I open my mouth,
the wobble like gin.

Diamonds and pearls
tumble from my tongue.
Or toads and serpents.
Depending on the mood I'm in.

I like the itch I provoke.
The rustle of rumor
like crinoline.

I am the woman of myth and bullshit.
(True. I authored some of it.)
I built my little house of ill repute.
Brick by brick. Labored,
loved and masoned it.

I live like so.
Heart as sail, ballast, rudder, bow.
Rowdy. Indulgent to excess.
My sin and success -
I think of me to gluttony.

By all accounts I am
a danger to society.
I'm Pancho Villa.
I break laws,
upset the natural order,
anguish the Pope and make fathers cry.
I am beyond the jaw of law.
I'm la desperada, most wanted public enemy.
My happy picture hanging against the wall.

I strike terror among the men.
I can't be bothered what they think.
Que se vayan a la ching chang chong!
For this, the cross, the calvary.
In others words, I'm anarchy.


I'm an aim-well,
shoot-sharp,
sharp-tongued,
sharp-thinking,
fast-speaking,
foot-loose,
loose-tongued,
let-loose,
woman-on-the-loose
loose woman.
Beware, honey.

I'm Bitch. Beast. Macha.
Wachale!
Ping! Ping! Ping!
I break things.


"Loose Woman" by Sandra Cisneros



10 August 2014

Sunday gems



The prospect of visiting this little bookstore in Paris.


Literary tattoos.  If only I had the gumption.

These sweet shirts with hidden messages are my kind of feminism. 


Elizabeth Gilbert in one of my favorite Ted talks.



09 August 2014

Marilyn




"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."


Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt

Life Lately

Only a few weeks remain before I’ll leave the Ham and head west. I feel like this summer flew by, yet when I remember the beginning – getting my first real-world job! – it seems so far away. How did I spend this summer? 



Summer in Birmingham means Barons games at Regions Field.
And, of course, running through the color tunnel afterwards.   




Many, many movies with this guy. And many goofy pictures.


Trying new recipes and restaurants.


Alabama BBQ beats Texas BBQ hands down. Saw’s is delicious. ^^ 


Many hours on the road. Hanging out on Indianapolis rooftops. 


We visited the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library in Indy…and a super cool nonprofit bookstore, Indy Reads Books. 


Since we were already so close, we had to take a day in Chicago. Kory fawned over Frank Lloyd Wright’s Robie house and all the pretty art glass inside, and I found more little bookstores to browse. We accidentally took a tour of the ghetto too! Not pictured are the two guys we saw being arrested and the crazy tricyclist dude winding through west Chicago traffic.  



Mmmmmmm Chicago pizza. We went for Lou Malnati’s and ordered more than we could handle (eyes much bigger than our stomachs…But I mean, look at that ^^)


And finally, we drove to Dallas to help my Dad move in to his new home. We stopped in Florence along the walk around the Rosenbaum house. 


We watched FC Dallas get their butts kicked by Aston Villa in Frisco. 


And Sugar and I got our hairs cut!  I sent a ponytail off to Pantene Beautiful Lengths. Two more weeks of freedom to soak up.



07 August 2014

Little Wisdoms

Norway, from Krystkowiak on Flickr

"There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else’s terms. 

- Jeanette Winterson


23 June 2011

29 May 2011


Ahh, Colin Firth. I will add this to my list of reason I love him.

08 April 2011


"I don't know- I don't want to talk as much," she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. "It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over. And somehow I don't want to use big words anymore. It's almost a pity, isn't it, now that I'm really growing big enough to say them if I did want to. It's fun to be almost grown up in someways, but it's not the kind of 
fun I expected. There's so much to learn and do and think that there isn't time for big words."

-Anne of Green Gables


07 April 2011

the holiday


It's nowhere close to Christmas, but I have been craving this movie lately! 





















17 March 2011

girls who read

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. 
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. 
Buy her another cup of coffee. 
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice. 
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. 
She has to give it a shot somehow. 
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world. 
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. 
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series. 
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. 
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype. 
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. 
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. 

— Rosemary Urquico

Beautiful photography from Alison Scarpulla...










26 February 2011



"Our life is frittered away by detail... Simplify, simplify." 
- Henry David Thoreau



beautiful shot by Faruk Kaymak



I will be at the beach in two weeks. It can't get here soon enough! 










“Do me a favor… Stand up, walk to wherever the nearest window is, and just look outside. You may not know this, but there’s an entire planets-worth of summers, friends, sunsets, street lamps, songs, late nights, great films, and night skies waiting for you. Your life is as amazing as you want it to be, but first, you have to let it be that way.”
-chad sug




"music washes from the soul the dust of everyday life." <3