Mary Button is amazing

The Faulkner Book, Mary Button

The Faulkner Book, Mary Button

… AND she’s as cute as a button.

Are you in New York?  I’m not. 

But if YOU are, you need to go support my friend, the amazing artist Mary Button (who makes me want to be Lutheran again), who will be at a reception for a show she’s in at the Museum of Biblical Art

Thursday night.  As in, tomorrow, July 30. 

Go go go!

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Inspirationality

urbanB and I will move into our new apartment on Saturday.

Me being currently unemployed, of course, means it is a perfect opportunity for inspiration — via obsession.  I have nothing else to think about other than finding a job.  And that is depressing. So–moving on…

I love Urban Outfitters new Night and Day Sofa, and even though it’s a bit out of our price range, I think we might choose for it to be our splurge item.  I’ve been craving midcentury modern, but vintage sofas are extremely rare and so extremely (for us) expensive.  This UO sofa comes closest to what we (I?) want that is also close to our price range.  Plus it’s also a sofa bed, which will be great when we have guests in our little one-bedroom.

And to make up for the extra cash spent on the sofa, I’m thinking of some D.I.Y. wine crate shelving, which I read about over at Apartment Therapy.

The Selby via AT

I also love the idea of painting the inside of the crate, or lining it with paper.

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Finally, I have no idea what to do with this, but omg, I love this embroidery art by Aquarabbit featured on the Sublime Stitching blog.  Maybe I should do stuff like this…

aquarabbit_1So.  It might be months from now, but once we get everything set up, I’ll be posting some pics of our new place.


Europe, you’re pretty

B and I returned from our Europe trip over a month ago… and since we aren’t moved into our new place (or have any of our new life organized at all), I haven’t really gotten around to posting some of my favorite photos from our trip.

I didn't like Las Ramblas much, but I like this picture I took just off it on the first night we were in Barcelona.  The breeze off the Mediterranean was warm, the lights in the city were inviting, and our first night there was charmed.

I didn't like Las Ramblas much, but I like this picture I took just off it on the first night we were in Barcelona. The breeze off the Mediterranean was warm, the lights in the city were inviting, and our first night there was charmed.

Walking on the Mediterranean coast in Barcelona, B and I came across this street performer.  Barcelona loves street performers - which I don't - but I thought the bubbles were amazing.  Credit: B took this pic.

Walking on the Mediterranean coast in Barcelona, B and I came across this street performer. Barcelona loves street performers - which I don't - but I thought the bubbles were amazing. Credit: B took this pic.

The rock formations on the beach in San Sebastien captivated me.  We have probably 10 more photos almost exactly like this one that I took.

The rock formations on the beach in San Sebastien captivated me. We have probably 10 more photos almost exactly like this one that I took.

I think this is the best picture from our entire trip.  B took it.

I think this is the best picture from our entire trip, in Bilbao. B took it.

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Harry pulled a fast one on me

Tonight, I was fortunate enough to be able to see a preview of the sixth Harry Potter movie with a generous friend, L, who had a couple free tickets.

Earlier this week , the same friend and I had been discussing religion.  Do you think, she wanted to know, that people can have positive spiritual experiences in places outside of a church/temple/congregation/etc.?

(So asked the agnostic/atheist of the agnostic/christian ‘Master of Divinity’).

Of course, of course, I stumbled.  I tried to say something like, anytime people come together and name what is good, what is true, or right, together it is a spiritual experience. 

(I should have added something about absolute good, though I’m not sure what that means anyway).

It reminded me of the time that S asked me why I interpret the Bible with such vigor, when I don’t give it much spiritual authority to my life:  I fumbled and mimicked through the answers in the same way.

And, it reminded me of the time that B told me his most spiritual moments were in watching film: I stopped, and thought, and considered it in the same way.  It always strikes my fancy a little to think of spirituality afresh.

Which brings me back to Harry Potter.  I did not expect tonight for this movie to move me.  It was supposed to be playful; fluff; of the hocus-pocus genre.  And the book, though beloved, didn’t grab at me like this.  Driving home (yes, driving, so pathetic and alone compared to the comfortingly chaotic New York subways), I began to ask myself questions about the nature of death, the power of obedience, and the absolute qualities of, yes, good and evil (extremes I try very hard to stay away from).  What is this meaning-making nature of film for me, that it conjures not simply questions related to the tropes or themes of the plot, but related to the very essence of how I feel following the movie?

My questions began to blend and overlap with the emotions I am working very hard to tamp down.  What will my life be like here?  What am I going to contribute (to my family, to academia, to the church, to the world)?  Is there an energy in this place that can nurture me?  Do places affect the ultimate ‘destiny’ of life (if that even exists, which actually I believe it doesn’t)? Fuck, do places even have ‘energies’? What is creativity, how do I access it, and why and how do we name it as such?  How do we measure creativity, importance, meaning?  And why do people seem to have a need to impress our own snowflakey footprint upon society? Isn’t that selfish, anyway?

(As if I have answers.)

Eh.  Someday I’ll get closer towards working these out.


b and k progressions #1-3

i have just returned from: graduation, moving, europe, maine, new york, and bone lake.  probably there will be many pictures and comments and musings to come.  for now, though, i’m subsisting by focusing on the days ahead and by taking any opportunity for laughter. 

thus this progression of photos, featuring friends b and k:

bk1

bk2

 bk3