Saturday, December 17, 2005

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I Am Sunken Lower

At a time for joy all I can be is melancholy. Your not being there hurts everywhere: my mind because I cannot concentrate, my body because I don't eat and then I overeat, my soul because I don't feel anymore and then I feel too much, and my heart because it is not whole. As I walked home alone in the night of Rome, I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help but wish that someone would take me and hurt me, so I could feel something other than this pain.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

A Brilliant Light and A Not So Revolutionary Thought During Morning Asana

Lust. Its not love. Lust is fleeting. Love is not. When the lust is gone, the love is still there. Don't confuse the two or you'll end up like me: Gloomy Girl. http://www.angrylittlegirls.com/gloomy.asp

Saturday, December 10, 2005

I Miss You

and I miss love.

Friday, December 09, 2005

I am Weak.

I don't want to come home. It is too painful. But I don't want to stay here. I am misplaced and lost.

I Like this Girl's Hat...


and sometimes I just want to be a kid again atop my dad's shoulders.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Crustless Quiche = Damn Good


So I randomly looked up a crustless quiche recipe for our "Breakfast for Dinner" dinner. Eggs, cheese, spinach, bacon, salt and pepper, makes for some delicousness and contributes to graphic design procrastination.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Art History for You?

Not for me... I just finished my last ever art history class culminating to a study of 104 slides and 2 essay questions on the history of Roman Art from Etruscan times to the Baroque era.... I'm done, that is until I get my masters. Oh well, I believe it still to be a call for celebration. How about staying up all night working on a presentation for Graphic Design Business and Practice. I really know how to party. Do me a favor, drink to me tonight. I'll be with you in spirit... almost like the transcendence of the Christian spirit through the useage of glittering, gold tessarae in early Byzantine art.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

There is Nothing Left

I'm finally going to admit it. I will admit my fault. That I created this pain I am feeling. That I am not deserving of this love that I miss so. That out of selfishness and narrowmindedness, I didn't see what I would lose or how to fix what I needed. My excuses are that. Excuses. Why did I feel the way I did? Why did I act the way I did? How can I forgive my anger and my mistakes? I haven't dealt with it. I wanted to feel like the victim, that I had reasons for the way I had been feeling, but I don't have the right to feel the way I do. Now all I can be is sad. There is nothing left for me to do.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

The Triumphal Arch...


atop Lin's head perfectly crowns her imitating a halo. She smiles naturally, unlike the Mona Lisa... but in similarity frames her head with column structures. Lin, you're so beautiful sitting in front of the Trevi Fountain. Thank you for visiting me. xoxo

Sunday, November 27, 2005

What I Learned About My Big Sister Lin.

1. She has a hard time eating Granny Smith Apples, therefore taking considerably smaller bites out of those delicious green things than her little sister.

2. She will sacrifice personal style for the sake of warmth. I think she is going to rob a bank, what is that thing on her head?

3. She doesn't offer me nearly enough picture opportunities to capture that beautiful smile.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

An American Day

Completely nonintentional. Incredibly relaxing. Today I went to America and back to Italy. Visiting the US Embassy is quite the venture, involving specialized requests and security checks. Our professors secured a special tour to visit a recently restored Renaissance painting housed in one of the offices. When we passed through the gates, the gaurd said, "Welcome to the United States of America." How odd that these words felt so warm. Following my quick trip back "home" we ate at the Hard Rock located just across the street of the embassy, my first time. Oddly, I chose to eat a Mediterranean veggie sandwich with hummus. In any event, it still was a very American day.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

What's Wrong with Me?

I have issues. I can't stop. I am tired. I don't know what to do.

A Lesson in Gastronomy


My wonderfully intelligent history professor organized an amazing night in the Roman suburbs. In the little town of Bracciano, an hour train ride from Rome, he put together a marvelous five course meal for a lesson to ISU in gastronomy. Professor Huber, once a professional chef and owner of his own restaurant in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, still owned by his family, prepared fritatas alla cipolla (antipasti), risotto agli asparagi and tagliatelle alle noci e radicchio (primi), faraona alle pesche con prosciuto (secundo), patate in padella (contorno) and mousse di mascarpone (dolce). It was amazing.

Friday, November 11, 2005

There Once Was a Town Drunk...


He wandered around the Roma neighborhoods causing a ruckus wherever he could. The people warned him one day his drinking would get him in trouble, but he didn't listen. The drunk died of inebriation. The end. So sad, however, to commemorate him, the neighborhood built this fountain. Here he stands, holding a wine barrel of which he may never take a drink; only serve others. Did I say commemorate? I mean mock.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Dr. Beat...


please distract me with some new tunes.

The Little Ones


How would you feel if you were a giant man and all the little putti used you as a playground.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

So Surreal.


I was in Venice and The Italian Job.

I Went to Zurich Last Week


These are the beautiful Swiss Alps from my oh so scenic train seat.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

To The One Who I Love So Dear...

I love you and I'm sorry. Please forgive me?

I Want to Scream, But the Tears Are Getting In the Way.

Why can't I just go back in time? I just want things the way they were.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Riomaggiore


Did I really go here? Its so beautiful.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Going Public.


The dog says I should, but do I really want everyone and their dog to read my innermost thoughts?

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

I Didn't Have a Picture of Poop.


So here is a picture of the river which smells like poop all the time. By the way, I feel like poop today. Graphic design is poop today. And the studio that I stayed in all day, also poopy.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Student Rally


Young Italians peaceably performed their right to assemble in Piazza Navona today. The Carabineri were in full on riot gear and choppers flew overhead, but it was amazingly calm compared to the pushy tourists that gather in my front yard everyday.

Monday, October 24, 2005

I'm So In Love...


I'm seeing double vision.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Too Much Me


and not enough flea market finds.

Need to Get Working.


But instead went to Trastevere, bought one gift for a loved one, and three gifts for me.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Signs of Love


I caught a bug: crying, fever, chills, stomach cramps, and yup, you guessed it, diarrhea. Thankfully, I'm not alone, and my loves know exactly how to remedy the problem: delicious, homemade A rice soup in a giant orange cup, Marnie purchased anti-diarrhea pills, and Sam, Amaryllis, Leah, and Keely purchased candy! Other handy supplies, not to be forgotten include Sprite, paid for, in person by Maria, and delicous flavored Jeremy purchased Powerade. Special thanks to Megan for lemon ice Gatorade on Saturday morning. I heart you guys.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Who Can Read French?


Sheng, please decipher my skirt. xoxo

You Don't Even Want to Know...


how much this beautiful skirt cost me.

Monday, October 17, 2005

I Need Yoga.


It hasn't been quite a week since my last practice, but it feels like forever. I'm needing some inner pace.

What are These?


Greve in Chianti... home of large yellow squashes?

Sunday, October 16, 2005

I Know You've Always Wanted to Know...


the view of Italy from my bedroom window. Isn't it beautiful?

Saturday, October 15, 2005

I Paint... and Shop


Oh Tiziano... how beautifully I mimic your colors. Not really.... So instead I go shopping and buy cute handmade wallets. Its fantastic!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Are We There Yet?


Sitting on a train from Florence to home, so much time to contemplate. To think.

Wine Museum?


The best museum I have been to since I've come to Europe... the one where you drink wine.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Yup....


there it is... and there is me with my love.

Friday, October 07, 2005

I'm Sorry


I didn't know. I'm sorry for me, but most of all you. I didn't know it would be this hard. "I love you, just not in that way." When I said these words, I didn't realize what I was saying. I didn't realize. Ignorance. Now I know. Now I regret. Now I can't stop feeling. Now.

Currently listening to The Scientist (Coldplay), Army Corp of Architects (DCFC), Your Legs Grow (Nada Surf), Karma Police (Radiohead) & Transatlanticism (DCFC)

Thursday, October 06, 2005

3 Wishes. 2 to Go...


I wish I could be buried by a volcano. I still wear your ring.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

So...


I walked through the Roman Forum on my way home today. No big deal.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Oh Tiziano...


you capture the skin so softly, her plumpness, her innocence . What is she contemplating? Who does she stare at so longingly? (By the by: her/she = me)

Did I Seriously Take This?


Hey, I think I took this super fantastical, "the sky was really that bright and really that beautiful in Pompeii tourist photo." I'm such a novice.. and I like it. These last words are to enlighten you or I just couldn't stand the widow "it" at the end of my entry.

Do You Know What You're Looking At?


That's right. Those are ruins... and you guessed it, that is the volcano that buried them. Welcome to Pompeii.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Who's that Hot Guy?


More importantly, who's that hot lady? xoxo Li

(picture borrowed from the blog of double-t)

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Dear You,

I blocked you, but somehow you've intruded from afar. I didn't know it would be an issue. I kept the option open, in case a "friend" needed to reach a friend. Then She sent an email with your account. "Amnesty Mtg Tonight". It still burns in my head and down to my heart. I thought it was you, but it wasn't. It wasn't at all. It will never be you. You don't even realize. The tears still run warm down my cheek and you don't even know. You are so selfish to think you are not hurting me. I don't know who you are. The person I knew doesn't exist anymore. I don't want you. I want the old you. The one that has left me.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

That's Brilliant


Fucking brilliant.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Who's that Lady?


And where did she get that hot skirt?

Monday, September 26, 2005

My Name is Ed


Sometimes I feel like a tired, fat horse and people just won't get off my back...back, mind... same thing.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Running Circles


My mind is spinning. I am running circles in my head. A counselor once told me I do things circularly. For instance, when topics get too serious, I tell a joke... that only I find "humorous"... release a nervous laugh, and try to change the subject but just go deeper into the same topic. Or many times a day, the same topic runs over and over in my mind. If I could exercise at the speed of my mind, I could be in a marathon, perhaps at the Circus Maximus... and I'd win it.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

If Love was a Game in the Coliseum


I've been thrown in... the slave that I am, tossed around by the lion and left for dead. Tragic I know.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Pint-O-Happiness


Need I say more?

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Shoot Me Please Shoot Me


In the eternal city, what is eternal? The night life? The enjoyment of life itself? Art? Siesta? It must vary for all. I haven't quite found mine, it must be the always consistent feeling of utter self-annoyance. Internal dialogue: "Stop talking about it. Get over it. Move on." This is where I want to shoot myself. However, in the interest of making the best of things and letting my new home influence me, please little man above, shoot me as quick as possible.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Who Can Fill a Giant Crater?


Look at this giant crater. It is huge. Where might one find such a crater so large? Well if you know Iceland, and I think you do, you would have guessed there. Here on the outskirts of Reykjavik, Iceland, I took a breathtaking view. Inhaled once, inhaled twice. Now for the million dollar question. Who and what is big enough to fill this crater? Why Bjork of course. In 1984, lucky Year of the Rat, Bjork sat upon a floating stage belted out in that dramatic way only she knows best to a crowd sitting along the lone edges of a crater. If only I had been born.