Thursday, January 31, 2013

slow down you crazy child.

billy pianoman from Amy Lanza on Vimeo.

{mr. piano man at vandy}

i've never been more smitten with nashville than i've been in the past few months.  but watching billy joel perform a "Q+A" session in langford tonight pretty much takes the cake.  he was ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS - but in the best way possible.  at the beginning of the night, i'm pretty sure we all questioned whether he had nursed a bottle of vodka before taking the stage, but by the end, we were unsure whether or not we had just witnessed an earthly descendant of God. that good.

lessons learned tonight from BJ:
  1. if you want your record to sell more, have the archdiocese of saint louis ban it from existence (ie. what happened to "only the good die young").  hipster children will be all over that. 
  2. in order to have a top hit, write 4 bad songs and then make up for it with 4 good ones. 
  3. you can only be extremely happy or extremely sad when you write songs - if you're anything in between, no one cares.
  4. if you're competent in a world of incompetence, you are extraordinary.
  5. everyone has confronted some form of resistance (ie. writer's block).  the trick is to know that you've been successful before - which allows you to know that it's possible to go back. 

other highlights of my week:
  • sitting in the basement of towers 3 during tornado warnings from 3 to 4 am this morning.  going to bed 2 hours later at 6 am and waking up at 3 pm. what is my life? 
  • accidentally mistaking my acetone/nail polish remover for eye-makeup remover (p.s. - don't do that)
  • being accepted into my first grad school for my mph in epidemiology. i'm going to be a real person!!!
"if you are not doing what you love, you are wasting your time."
- billy joel

Monday, January 28, 2013

things i love lately.

1. i am no longer known as "flu girl" in my suite.
2. impending mardi gras festivities in new orleans (!!!!!)
3. impending nyc and massachusetts explorin' with this guy :)
4. the fact that my facebook profile picture is no longer this (hacked):

5. and that my facebook profile status is no longer this (hacked):

"SoMeTiMeS i RuN...sOmEtImEs I hIdE...SoMeTiMeS i'M sCaReD oF U...BuT aLl I rEaLlY wAnT iS tO hOlD U tIte..." 

6. flu-filled festivities with friends old + new:

7. and a camp counselor job for this summer that will teach me how to watch my language and let me play soccer to my heart's content.  camp "i still can't say it correctly out loud!" here i come!!!

"let your intentions be good - embodied in good thoughts, cheerful words, and unselfish deeds - and the world will be, to you, a bright and happy place."
- grenville kleiser

Friday, January 25, 2013

restaurants & cheekwood haunts.

{a couple-filled, roomie-loving night at holland house}

{celebrating an early birthday at cheekwood}

sitting in bed and filled with tamiflu, i've finally succumbed to the sickness that is sweeping the whole freaking globe.  i realized this morning that i'm kind of still in denial - i almost forced myself to get up and go to my ceramics class (which i'm taking pass/fail, mind you), and sent an email to a few people i'm supposed to meet with for the nashville mobile market that "i just have the flu, but it's okay, i'll be there at 4:30!" they promptly sent back "um, you should go to sleep you big freak," in nicer words, of course. overachiever for the win? 


speaking of the nashville mobile market (and because the above pictures happened a week ago and i don't have much to say about them except that they were happy nights and happy days), i had THE CRAZIEST experience last week.  like a THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE experience. kind of like when beyonce sings at the president's inauguration, and people accuse her of lip-syncing because they can't deal with the fact that her hair was sewn on by fairies and her voice sounds like an angel. whatever.

the director of the market and i went to visit a community center that currently houses one of our market stops.  mainly because the market sits in front of the community center on a very quiet street, with little foot traffic or visibility, the stop hasn't been seeing much action.  we met up with the president of the street association, a short, little man wearing a floor-length, camel colored trench coat and glasses that i thought at first were transitions, but failed to lighten when we ventured inside.  he was awesome.

we'd been thinking of new ways to enhance this stop for a while, but had failed to think of anything that would help.  that didn't stop this guy.  he passionately spoke about the areas in the community - areas that were full of minority populations that had both limited access and knowledge to the market's services - that would benefit more from our market than the location of the current stop.  he then proceeded to drive us around to gain buy-in from the community; first stopping at the funeral home across from the new lot to ask for parking permission (where i spoke to a man who told me he had seen ELVIS perform down the street when he was 5) and then at the police precinct down the road to ensure our safety during the shift (where he walked us straight into a police gathering of 60 officers who were discussing nashville's recent robberies, plastered on a powerpoint slide for all to see).

although it may not sound too crazy, it was literally an out-of-body experience.  how did this guy have so much power in this community that he could literally walk into a badass, cop-infested meeting and high-five the lieutenant on his way in? and that they all trusted him enough to lead 3 young girls right in after him? that he knew exactly who to talk to in order to get what he needed? and that, most importantly, he was using this insane power for such good? 

he'd been described to us as a "mover and shaker," a "man who gets things done." and seeing him in action further supported my belief in the power of connection - the power of community, of strengthening bonds, of doing good with what you have. 

"it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all."
- laura ingalls wilder 

Tuesday, January 22, 2013


9 reasons why you are a cool cat.
  1. you are taller than me, but not the kind of taller than me that i need to wear heels for.  you make it okay that i think heels are torture devices for women.  i will wear heels the day that men start having babies.
  2. you like that i have feminist tendencies. (see above)
  3. you laugh at my poop jokes.
  4. .... you make poop jokes.
  5. you use "your" and "you're" interchangeably, and i've told you 500 times, but i still want to talk to you everyday. this, my friend, is INSANE. 
  6. when you miss me you tell me you're going to jump in your car and press the nashville button.  do you guys have a boyfriend who installed a button in his car just for you?
  7. i've never second guessed telling you everything that goes through my mind through the day, and you listen, in both an engaged and curious way.
  8. you make anything, and everything, fun.
  9. you are always, unapologetically, and so wonderfully, yourself. 

Monday, January 21, 2013

wonderful words, no 2.

a little inspiration from the man himself. happy mlk (and inauguration) day to you.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

sooooo nashville.

{jackson's date, as per usual}

{birthdays all around}

{corsair artisan distillery}

{germantown cafe's delicious brunch with J + friends}

i was on my way to an appointment this week when i thought it started snowing.  i immediately rolled down the car window (okay, not immediately, because i was in a prius and i have NO IDEA who designed that car - probably aliens from the year 2053 because the window buttons are impossible to find) and stuck my hand outside, expecting a perfect snowflake to land on my palm.  that was when i realized it was hailing. sooooo nashville.

i was at the corsair distillery with some of J's friends this weekend, and a woman walked into the bar. WITH A BABY. IN A BABY SLING. sooooo nashville.

i decided to go out with J's friends on saturday night to watch his friend's boyfriend casually "play a set." the night ended on the second floor of a random bar on a quiet street in east nashville, watching a super talented artist i've never heard of who i'll probably never hear of again.  it drives me crazy that kesha is blowing up ma phone (phone), and that people with real talent are still playing in aforementioned venues. soooooo nashville.

and oh wait, i lied. that night ended at a lesbian karaoke bar. a lesbian karaoke bar that serves free hotdogs.

..... sooooo nashville.

inspiration brought to you from hillsboro village shop window (shown above):
"in order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different."
- coco chanel 

Monday, January 14, 2013

sounds good to me.

a piece that always brings me closer to the ground. enjoy.

"The piece below was written by Marina Keegan ’12 for a special edition of the News distributed at the class of 2012′s commencement exercises last week. Keegan died in a car accident on Saturday. She was 22."

We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that’s what I want in life. What I’m grateful and thankful to have found at Yale, and what I’m scared of losing when we wake up tomorrow and leave this place.
It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid and you stay at the table. When it’s four a.m. and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can’t remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt. The hats.
Yale is full of tiny circles we pull around ourselves. A cappella groups, sports teams, houses, societies, clubs. These tiny groups that make us feel loved and safe and part of something even on our loneliest nights when we stumble home to our computers — partner-less, tired, awake. We won’t have those next year. We won’t live on the same block as all our friends. We won’t have a bunch of group-texts.
This scares me. More than finding the right job or city or spouse – I’m scared of losing this web we’re in. This elusive, indefinable, opposite of loneliness. This feeling I feel right now.
But let us get one thing straight: the best years of our lives are not behind us. They’re part of us and they are set for repetition as we grow up and move to New York and away from New York and wish we did or didn’t live in New York. I plan on having parties when I’m 30. I plan on having fun when I’m old. Any notion of THE BEST years comes from clich├ęd “should haves…” “if I’d…” “wish I’d…”
Of course, there are things we wished we did: our readings, that boy across the hall. We’re our own hardest critics and it’s easy to let ourselves down. Sleeping too late. Procrastinating. Cutting corners. More than once I’ve looked back on my High School self and thought: how did I do that? How did I work so hard? Our private insecurities follow us and will always follow us.
But the thing is, we’re all like that. Nobody wakes up when they want to. Nobody did all of their reading (except maybe the crazy people who win the prizes…) We have these impossibly high standards and we’ll probably never live up to our perfect fantasies of our future selves. But I feel like that’s okay.
We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.
When we came to Yale, there was this sense of possibility. This immense and indefinable potential energy – and it’s easy to feel like that’s slipped away. We never had to choose and suddenly we’ve had to. Some of us have focused ourselves. Some of us know exactly what we want and are on the path to get it; already going to med school, working at the perfect NGO, doing research. To you I say both congratulations and you suck.
For most of us, however, we’re somewhat lost in this sea of liberal arts. Not quite sure what road we’re on and whether we should have taken it. If only I had majored in biology…if only I’d gotten involved in journalism as a freshman…if only I’d thought to apply for this or for that…
What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. Get a post-bac or try writing for the first time. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We’re graduating college. We’re so young. We can’t, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have.
In the heart of a winter Friday night my freshman year, I was dazed and confused when I got a call from my friends to meet them at EST EST EST. Dazedly and confusedly, I began trudging to SSS, probably the point on campus farthest away. Remarkably, it wasn’t until I arrived at the door that I questioned how and why exactly my friends were partying in Yale’s administrative building. Of course, they weren’t. But it was cold and my ID somehow worked so I went inside SSS to pull out my phone. It was quiet, the old wood creaking and the snow barely visible outside the stained glass. And I sat down. And I looked up. At this giant room I was in. At this place where thousands of people had sat before me. And alone, at night, in the middle of a New Haven storm, I felt so remarkably, unbelievably safe.
We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I’d say that’s how I feel at Yale. How I feel right now. Here. With all of you. In love, impressed, humbled, scared. And we don’t have to lose that.
We’re in this together, 2012. Let’s make something happen to this world.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

wonderful words, no 1.

i tell my friends that if i could go back in time, i would have gone to an art and design school.  not to say that i'm good at it, but i would have just gone. also not to say that my parents would have paid my tuition, but i would have just gone.  the situation would have been kind of similar to when i was thinking about majoring in art history at bowdoin and my dad said that he "really liked my hobby." i love support.

anyways, my friend will - who finished the sketchbook he's been working on for forever - incited my desire to get back into drawing over christmas break.  and because i like posting on this blog thing, and i like quotes, and i like typography, i'll be posting some form of "wonderful words" every so often, scribbled and scrawled by yours truly.

hope you find them as inspiring as i do.


in other news, first 22 before 23 finished: circle scarf!

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

things i love lately.

{my new holga, via one of ma besties (!!!!!!)}

{my attempt at "fierce"}

{the weirdest/most awesome chocolate inspiration ever}

today was one of those days - one of those days in which you come back from a 4 hour dinner with roommates and find out that your vanderbilt ID card has been marinating in the toilet for a good 4 hours as well.  i'm glad normal things happen to me so my blog readers can relate.

but it was also one of those days in which i felt warm and fuzzy and happy and so grateful as i reminded myself that i have such good people around me.

"we are cups, constantly and quietly being filled... the trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff fall out." 
- ray bradbury 

Monday, January 7, 2013

miami + puppies = happiness

{miami beach love}

{the cutest puppy on the face of the earth: Dalai Lanza}

my first dog was a beagle named "fudge."  my family acquired her when she was a puppy and failed to ever have her potty-trained.  i still try to convince myself that fudge was never potty-trained because my parents didn't want to mix us up, as i was a mere toddler at the time and was probably being potty-trained as well.  picture this: fudge squatting on the toilet seat (like a lady, of course), and me squatting in the back yard.  traumatizing mental image of my dog, i know.

as the years went by, my parents constantly berated me on fudge's lack of where-to-pee knowledge as if it was my fault - forgetting that when she was a puppy i could hardly put my own clothes on, let alone potty-train a live animal.

i think that her potty-training stupidity overflowed into other areas of her life as well.  eating live koi fish out of our pond in the backyard, running in circles when i put peanut butter on her tail (maybe that was my fault...), and breaking out in seizure-like fits of snorting when families with small children passed by on a walk.  one time she performed the latter in front of doc river's (former orlando magic coach) family, and the coach proceeded to shield his children from our small beagle, like she was kesha when she wakes up in the morning.  hot and dangerous.

now, after much poking and prodding (of my parents, not the dog), we have Dalai. Dalai Lanza. this dog. this is the one, i can feel it.  she's wise beyond her years. she's calm, and cute, and fuzzy. she's named after a buddhist monk from tibet.  she's going to rule the world.

and now i have more incentive to come home. (just kidding, mom and dad! love you!)


in other news - an amazing trip to my favorite city of miami to start the year off right with the best boyfriend - and now back at school and sittin' on cloud 9.  can't wait to catch up with everyone and start the last semester off right, y'alllllll!

note: just kidding fudge, i miss you! :)

"if you make it a habit not to blame others, you will feel the growth of the ability to love in your soul, and you will see the growth of goodness in your life."
- leo tolstoy 

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