I am very pro-fruit juice. A fruit juice activist you could say, so I couldn’t help posting this delicious looking watermelon juice. I am considering buying a watermelon on my way home. Perhaps this would make me more confident after the limeade disaster this weekend (which I will post about later.)
According to the recipe it’s not called Watermelon Juice, but Agua de Sandia meaning watermelon water. But I am bad at languages, so watermelon juice it is.
Finished this book of short stories by Morley Callaghan last night. Wow. There is no way for me to truly convince the world to read it by explaining it, so instead I will just take a quote from it and hope that the 4 people who read this blog will run out and get the book right away.
“and so, standing there at the porch rail was like standing at the edge of a frightening, complicated, exciting world, which he might someday have to try to understand.”
I am really bad at choosing quotes, so if that wasn’t good for you blame me, not Morley.
Picked some black raspberries from the backyard.
And the slug I found on my phone last night. I left it near a house plant that has not seen the outdoors in months. He was just looking for someone to talk to him.
That’s a weekend if I’ve ever seen one.
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[photo from Black Eiffel]
^World’s largest suicide attempt^
Well, pretty far into the weekend, but here is my weekend roundup anyway. Spending this 4th of July doing a puzzle and acting all American.
Links of the weekend:
Every toy should be required to dance like this one and talk as horribly too.
Enjoying Dear Photograph. (but not enjoying the messages people leave for their photographs: first of all which photograph are they talking to the original photo or the recent photo, second neither one is listening, third the attempt at poignancy seems a little melodramatic, I get it your parents divorced and you are old now.)
Wrote about this circular house.. it’s a circle.
Louis CK speaking to the lizard/Donald Rumsfeld. Seriously, listen to it. “So how many people do you think you’ve met who have died by hanging?” “More than one”
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with my sunburn’s ability to heal.
I was looking for a picture of a lobster to insert here, but when I was looking through the possibilities they all involved plates, butter, and those awful cracky things. I don’t want to be hosting photos of lobsters at their darkest hour.
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It’s when you stalk a blog.
I found the blog Annilygreen, and have been spending my days reading page after page (I feel creepy looking at the entirety of people’s blog/life in a couple hours and knowing everything they are doing without them knowing I know.)
Here are some posts that especially caught my interest:
A rainbow birthday party. (I am glad others believe in rainbolical order)
The best kids room makeover I have ever seen.
Inspiring me to put clothes on the wall
Does this water taste like fish
She is funny and finds great things and has a great store.
…. I feel creepy
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I am not Little Miss Red, White, and Blue, but this still seems pretty disrespectful.
Here is a new series I am entitling “my nails looking good with things”. Although it will be my nails looking good with things, it will be generally be my nails matching things, while looking good… let’s begin.
When I put my contacts in this morning I noticed this magic.
Old suitcase, just happens to also be magic.
John Steinbeck has really good taste in font colors.
My breath is fresh and so is my nail polish color.
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