...how he had gone somewhere without going

Cold, rainy day here in Vermont, but a beautiful warm light within makes it not matter so much. In fact, I am very much enjoying cuddling up by the fire with my Yerba Mate and a journal.

A lot has happened just in the past two days! I released a big, heavy block of emotion in NYC...left it at Penn Station and have been feeling free, vital, full of zest and ready to go ever since! Anatomy class keeps me busy, I begin working at Church & Main in a week, I am interviewing for a position as a freelance reporter at the local paper (kind of hilarious, but it'd be a sweet gig!), one other job interview at a cool place downtown and have managed to barter with a pilates studio downtown.... I clean their equipment once a week in turn for a free class every week. Score!

Beyond that, on Tuesday I chatted with the founder of the Ayurveda school in CA and it was incredibly inspiring and awesome. The man is so in tune with everything, very articulate, and clearly passionate about what he does. It got me extra pumped about school.

Aaaaaaand, more and more wonderful people keep entering my life and I am so grateful for that. Keep it comin'!

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Oh, I am also co-directing a holistic nutrition group in Burlington. More to come on that...pretty cool.

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If it were legal and at all considered normal, I think I would marry butternut squash. Yeah, the vegetable. So delish. Cannot get enough of this golden pod of magic that nature has given us. What fruit/vegetable would you have relations with....if possible? I mean.....you know what I mean, right? This isn't weird...

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Can you dig this? I can. Let in the white space, my friends.

“White space can be used in the design of our lives as well, not just the design of magazines and websites and ads. By using white space in our lives, we create space, balance, emphasis on what’s important, and a feeling of peace that we cannot achieve with a more cramped life.”

Life’s missing white space by Leo Babauta.

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Um, this is pretty great:


PAC-MAN was played by real human-beings sitting in a cinema: it’s the 5th video performance of the GAME OVER Project from the French-Swiss artist Guillaume Reymond. This stop-motion video was shot and played for the new ProHelvetia’s programme GameCulture at the Trafo cinema (Baden, Switzerland) on August 28th 2010. Imagine 111 human pixels that moved from seat to seat during more than 4 hours…



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Here's to the "crazy" ones...

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

— Apple Commercial, 1997

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Ok, now this is a cubical life I might warm up to. Designed by Dutch architecture firm Hofman Dujardin, the DLA Piper office is a playful space intended to accentuate the variations in sunlight throughout a typical working day. What does that mean? The side of the building that receives the most sunlight is balanced with cooler tones, while the side that receives the least is compensated with warm tones. Meanwhile, the giant gradient of carpet connects the four main meeting rooms, while also creating a simple and clear sense of orientation within the building. Oh, did someone out there just say "AWESOME!"? Yeah, I thought so.

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You see, the thing about me is, I don't care much about what kind of car I drive, how nice my clothes are, what the newest gadget is, etc. But when it comes to things like this....like a staple holder that makes the staple stacks look like high rise buildings? I need it. Really, I need it...I'm looking for my wallet right now. I will never be able to have staples crammed in a dark, lonely box again!

This concrete stand for the staples was brilliantly created by Shay Carmon


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And while we're on the subject of things I need, how about these kickass letter tiles? The typophile in me just did about sixteen (thousand) cartwheels

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I would like to do just about every D.I.Y. project on Design*Sponge. Thanks.

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Everything gets so green when it rains. The lobby of my brother's building smells like summer camp. There's paint chipping in the living room and it has formed an exclamation point. I'm slipping into journal mode and shall leave you with a lovely Billy Collins poem. xOM.

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The First Dream

by Billy Collins

The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning

as the others stood around the fire
draped in the skins of animals
talking to each other only in vowels,
for this was long before the invention of consonants.

He might have gone off by himself to sit
on a rock and look into the mist of a lake
as he tried to tell himself what had happened,
how he had gone somewhere without going,

how he had put his arms around the neck
of a beast that the others could touch
only after they had killed it with stones,
how he felt its breath on his bare neck.

Then again, the first dream could have come
to a woman, though she would behave,
I suppose, much the same way,
moving off by herself to be alone near water,

except that the curve of her young shoulders
and the tilt of her downcast head
would make her appear to be terribly alone,
and if you were there to notice this,

you might have gone down as the first person
to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.

Billy Collins