Delightful

In a season of excess. going out of my way to do things like this is just a drop in the bucket but it warms my heart 

Includes a list of  other ways to recycle this Holiday season!!

those are just the ones we droped off :)

Inverse Operator

"Attempt easy tasks as if they were difficult, and difficult as if they were easy; in the one case that confidence may not fall asleep, in the other that it may not be dismayed."

– Baltasar Gracián y Morales

About 

Baltasar Gracián y Morales, the Jesuit scholar and moralist author, was the leading Spanish proponent of conceptism (conceptismo), a method of expressing ideas through puns, epigrams, and other verbal devices. He was born in 1601 in Aragon. The Jesuit leadership frowned on his oratorical style, which included reading a letter from Hell to his congregation. His best known books include The Art of Worldly Wisdom and The Hero, which repudiated Machiavelli. He died in 1658.

a short Video on TED  

 Eric Berlow: How complexity leads to simplicity

...and wisdom make you soul screne

books as trasures, pretty things art work, positive words, christmas this things all seem to be coming up.  share the poem by By Charles Livingston Snell (1914)   spread out over the pages and illustrated
This is My Wish for You: That the spirit of beauty

may continually hover about you
and fold you close within
the tenderness of her wings.

That each beautiful
and gracious thing in life
May be unto you as a symbol
of good for your soul’s delight.

That sun-glories
and star-glories,
Leaf-glories and bark-glories,
Flower-glories
and glories that lurk
in the grasses of the field . . . .
Glories of mountains and oceans,
of little streams of running waters
Glories of song
of poesy,
of all the arts. . .

love, Mom & Dad  12-25-95

May be to you as sweet
abiding influences
That will illumine your life
and make you glad.

That your soul may be
as an alabaster cup
Filled to overflowing
With the mystical wine
of beauty and love.

That happiness may
put her arms around you,
And ...

OKay I need some help

I'd like to change a few things in my blog's format.

Both have to do with titles.

The header and main title for my blog is obviously  a mess. I'd like to amend the very clearly apparent issues with the size of the picture,  etc.  While I'm being clear, let me lay out My first & biggest concern:

--How do I  increase the font of my main title?
see having the picture up is only allowing the 'blog description' to be visible and there was no tab that let me change the font there/


Then this next one seems even simpler.
--I'd like to the titles of my post to be fuchsia 
to match the main header to my blog.  you know just a nice detail to make each entry pop!

I am confused that it doesn't seem to give me the option to do these things.

If anyone knows how to instruct me in making the aforementioned changes, please share your  wisdom! If  you can ameliorate what I find to be eyesores, I -the somewhat technological ignoramus,  would be grateful for your invaluable assistance, as this particular media forum is soo visual.

An anticipatory smile as I gratefully slide these issues over to you, blessed blog-techie :)

THANKS

O00000oo.....

Your kind attention,  please! Bequest you heed the comments, containing important (admittedly relative term) pertinent(rather) Post Scripts, primarily from the author ;) These Post Post (- if you find that more accurate) should be regarded as more important than mere after thoughts, yet at this point, it no longer makes sense to ad them back into the originally posted blog entry.

an Ode to Chocolate. paired with Whine about television

as there is a pause  in network TV. and i have a new found gripe about how HBO is not included in even our expanded cable package, on top of the  shows . I am missing out
my TV silliness refuse to have one in my room. yet a bad habit that I picked up
zone out and alot of times its the only way i can fall asleep and I asure you  i wouldnt have this problem If i had a productive day, my days as a field organizer I had very few nights were i had trouble falling asleep or if i was more active. anywho
I was watching the  distinguied alton brown make chocolate waffels. and it gave me this great Idea make those  as  sandwhich and inside cover  put nutella and  don't put the chocolate chips into the batter put them in the nutella to give it texture. Now tell me that wouldnt quell the strongest chocolate craving!'

• 7 ounces all-purpose flour, approximately 1 1/2 cups
• 1 3/4 ounces sugar, approximately 3 tablespoons
• 1.5 ounces cocoa powder, approximately 1/2 cup
• 1 teaspoon baking powder
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
• 3 whole eggs, beaten
• 2 ounces unsalted butter, melted and slightly cooled
• 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
• 16 ounces buttermilk, room temperature
• 4 ounces chocolate chips, approximately 3/4 cup
• Vegetable spray, for waffle iron

Directions

Preheat waffle iron according to manufacturer's directions.

In a medium bowl whisk together the flour, sugar, cocoa powder, baking powder, salt, and baking soda. In another bowl beat together the eggs and melted butter and vanilla, and then add the buttermilk. Add the wet ingredients to the dry and stir in the chocolate chips just until combined. Allow to rest for 5 minutes.

Ladle the recommended amount of waffle batter onto the center of the iron. Close the iron top and cook until the waffle is crispy on both sides and is easily removed from iron. Serve immediately or keep warm in a 200 degree F oven until ready to serve.

pg 241    WHERE is the Nutella?  --->

A card or a letter, the sooner the better

The half million employees who work for the USPS rely heavily on the five-or nine-digit ZIP codes for efficient and reliable mail delivery. “ZIP” is actually an acronym for Zone Improvement Plan.

Yep!That's the Mailman.. Parked. in my family's driveway.

In the 1960s  USPS intentionally chose the acronym to indicate that mail travels more quickly when senders mark the postal code on their packages and envelopes.The basic ZIP code has five digits. The first three digits refer to a sectional center facility (or SCF),  a network of super post offices. 
 Paraphrased from the dictionary.com article clearly there was some copy and paste action -thus the different style font:) you can read the actual article for a more detailed history on zip codes and how mail travels. Personally, I mostly enjoyed learning what the acronym stood for.


      Lets move on to a word on mail received- I wont touch on the increase of packages delivered in the dawn of online shopping. Rather allow me to now express my appreciation for a tradition that does not have to do specifically with christmas. 

 

...Keepingg it alive!

In an era where kids are learning typing at such a young age (and rightfully so) The fact  that less and less of our population even knows how to write in cursive, it is nice to see that some people still take the time to continue the fine craft of quillmanship. I know there are always at least two people I can count on to artfully address envelopes and merry missives in Calligraphy: my mother's boss and my best friend's (from kindergarden who ,yes-how cute, still sends my family mail:) Mom. 
 

Waiting on a ring?

No. Not that kind, the auditory variety.

A ring on the phone?
~A word on some of the internal imaga-drama that is far too likely ensue when girl sends a text message to that certain guy.~

Are you all strung out ? Is your heart fried? Do you relate to Ke$hia's  "Your love is my love is your Drug way to easily"? Well here we give you HerCampus':

100 reason why he hasn't texted you back

 "You make the decision to send him a text. You find the perfect witty excuse.  You re-write it…twice.  You spend three minutes deciding if an exclamation point is too eager.  You erase and re-enter a smiley face—too desperate? You consult with a girlfriend.  You take a deep breath.  You press ‘send.’  And then he doesn’t respond.
  There’s nothing worse than an unreciprocated text, it’s the modern-day equivalent of getting stood up (but worse, because it remains in your phone as a constant reminder of your failed flirting). ..."  (do me a favor and hold out on reading these until after you have finished reading my post:)

Even the least dramatic of girls falter when it comes to this godforsaken issue.
I doubt there is a single girl who is immune to this. I am confident that, at least once, every girl has been here:

agonizing unreasonably over why a boy did not instantaneously respond to their whimsical text. Something it'd behove us to fess-up to ourselves about, ladies!!

Let us splice in some of dialogue from the cinematic version of He's Just Not that Into You  that clearly illustrates this contrived drama:
You all thrive on it because you all love drama.

GIGI -I don't.
ALEX Really? So you don't wait until the last minute on deadlines, or on phone bills,because you love the drama of not knowing whether you'll make it? (lets be honest sex aside who doesn't get a thrill out of an adrenaline high, we can't just single out the ladies on being in the wrong in that simple regard)
 GIGI  Maybe. (she reluctantly admits knowing she's been busted, and left wondering how this dude make her fell so see through and commences agonizing over how could she so easily over look something so obvious, because oh yeah that woulda let no room for drama)
ALEX And let me guess - when you were stalking Conor that night - were you 

obsessing about him calling for days, even though the date was just kind of

mediocre?

And thus my  initial response to seeing this article was: Great! Just what the world was waiting on, MORE cockamamie conjectures exploring this contrived 'issue'! 

 OK then I actually sat down and read them, and come to find them decidedly amusing and you should probably take a peak, though I still can't in good conscious advise it, if you have sent an overly eager  text lately, and are still waiting on a response, I know boys (which ever of you have stuck with this) seems counterintuitive, but girls I know in your hearts you know better.

A case investigation of whats going through a girls mind

"but he used to* respond with so much alacrity" you think to yourself. acting all confused as to why you have yet to hear that beautiful sound your phone makes when it receives an incoming message. (you need to get a message, and fast, but it's not the one your all to desperately longing for)

Fact #1: using the word alacrity clearly demonstrates your projection of this boy is blatantly idealized.
You: nod your head.

Dr. CHASE

Fact # 2: He's  an aspiring doctor Studying Kinesiology at Columbia.
The court: -agrees with your assessment- It's impressive, & by some extrapolation "hot"  -that he's studying anatomy at a graduate level and at an Ivy, no less. But moving on, let us point out:

Fact #3: You basing these comparisons* on the past.  Presently, you are making completely erroneous  connections whereas the current conditions are highly dissimilar. Just cause you were somehow hoping to travel back in time via this text message. You back to your old tricks, doesn't magically give you a license by which to time travel. It just makes you an old dog, or perhaps more aptly, a bitch. We know you want to hold on to those times, that's permissible , however the manner in which you now cleave to your phone. Mmmn not so cute! Allow us to continue to sort out the fact before us. In effort to  humor you: lets  quickly run through some more constraints, continuing to do so in an objective manner as means to elucidate reality for you.  When you met it was summer were both in Muncie, Indiana. So when you texted him then, he was more egare to look at his phone (period). One  example of why this may have been -the prospect of meeting you for a say a hot-tub party in a couple hours was FAR more likely.   Nowadays it's colder outside. And he's just outside of a convinient travel distance (lets face it you were happy to move out of Muncie too) and  He's living in NYC -where they are millions of options if you want to go out on the town. Facts are facts and New York is THE town of all towns. So let's face it if he's bored it what he wants to be. Clearly you are not as lucky and your location can't as easily sweep you away and distract you from your sentimental thoughts nor the ghost of your romantic past.  BUT back to his condition- Let's add to that, this studious boy is taking full course load on top of that his puritan farmboy workethic has to be spread out to over the time he spends at his job to pay that old-money rate tution! Gosh he must be exhausted! Right now he's probaly fallen alseep in the library.  

Not so fast! Do you really want to start day dreaming again? Look where that got you the last time, girlie. AGAIN allow us to go over your options: Boy is in the library:  where you have to be quiet! Maybe he did fall asleep and is now snoring (ew) or perhaps he is just off being a steriotypical guy & that is -->
is the stack of books he's picked up! or even worst what if he's in the middle of doing some "hands on" studying for his lab practical. New York is isn't known for a durth of females, in fact historically the populous, esspecial ya'lls age bracket, is made up of a much higher percentage  of successful models and aspiring actress pretty faces, compaired to the rest of the country . Snapped back to reality yet? Sorry, if it bit ya! Reality is harsh,  which is why we've all been there, some immaginary haven to escape it! 

Even you Miss Independent! We know you are guilty of this too...  the last thing you want is a ball and chain and you pride your self on being low-maintence  yet you have hung your happiness upon this single thing. you have just relinquished your power to cntroll YOUR OWN happiness! do you not also pride yourself on being more intelgent than those ditsy clingy i always need a boy by my side to feel complete type of girls? yet look at you one little simple act, that let me remind you again you had complete controll of in the first place, is turning you in to a mess/ your own worst nightmare(And if your werent actaully haveing so much fun with this new self created drama you'd realize this). unbenoce to innocent them hung your happiness and good mood. was it not true you sent out this message in the first place because you were infact bored with your current conditions around you? so you admitte that  if you were preoccupied enough you wouldn't have even thought to send a witty blurb his way you wouldn't felt the need to craft  a perfect 160 charicter message his way.  or if you really can't stop this perhaps you have a future career as a lexical analyist, at least that would mean you have a life. WHAT, WHAT, WHAT are you doing?
but at the end of the day the facts remain unchanged and reality is harsh enough, no need tortoure yourself with the rediculous.

girl you got to:
let it be don't you know Vienna waits for you

As  reason 100 on their list says," it’s only been, like, twenty minutes. Calm the eff down, girl!  "  Take a deep breath you're never going find out what he has to say if you hyperventilate and accidentally asphyxiate yourself, drama-queen (yup I am  answering your dramatics with more dramatics! and let me ask you this: Does your hyperbolic reaction to this seem silly when its all in writting and no longer simply bouncing around in your pretty little head that suddenly has no more room for any other thoughts due to this  new lil crazed obsession?) 
I promise you: response or not, warm or cold, it's not the end of the world! 

what's the word?

My brother

just got home from Williamsburg, Colonial Williamsburg that is!  Lovely boy that he is, took my grandmother there as her Christmas present. Poor souls, due to inclement weather the  journey home took as long as it would have back in the 1700s. Clocking in at  just over 5 hours that first statement might be a tad shy of accurate but it still took them more than twice long as it did to get down there.   My bro, he's a trooper, not unlike anyone that has to put up with say a drunk person. So in honor of that I will share with you something I stumbled upon that has to do with Colonial words too describe drunkards. First I will stick to my first inspiration that also has to do with words.

In Rome Sofie says that every city –and every person has a word Rome’s is Sex, the Vatican’s is power and Liz declares New York's to be achieve as she seeks to find a word for herself.

KALEIDOSCOPIC 

mmmmn Momentum Modays

Hello, time to start the latest 7 day stretch. At my last jobquiped i didnt like that week was a hamaphone for weak. It's the beginning of the week.
"What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from."
– T.S. Eliot

This quote is about as confusing as life its self so there must be inherent wisdom in its confluxive* nature.


*Yes I just made up that word! Think confluence+ flux. See, how fitting it is? I am the next Shakespeare she says in jest:)  I also made up a new word immired (Think immersed+ mired)  recently (when discribing  how bogged down social networking I am.) mired already means stuck but it in a single word reflects the english language's sentence structural habit of stringing  two synonymous**  words right  next to each other in a sentence.  then again im not sure if you can trust me right there  the first word that popped into my head was **synoptic, rather than synoymous so, I don't know. I do know I am enjoing making up words.

so fair to be waltzing so fair to be green love and joy come to you

TRIumphantly Trimming

Sometimes all your wishes DO come true.....

IT'S TRUE,  more oft than not, that-  those tiny wishes YOU whole-heartly utter ARE granted!

I believe it!

 It seems fate especially heeds the wishes you seem to let go of with the same speed at which that particular quiet longing entered your imagination! Those ones never stay latent in your heart,  just so as long as you are astute to identify their fruition, as they so rarely pan-out the same exact way you envisioned. 

I have evidence!

 It dawned on me in a quite moment a quite moment must being echoing the quietness in which i made that inital wish. 

Ok now im just starting to sound silly but truth be told I had made that same wish in jest countless time.

Again, with your approaching psychic powers. haha;)

here we go a caroling among the leaves so green

Twinkle belle -Christmas lights & seasonal sites. Polish & Patent leather

OPI's Show it and Glow it

Color  me an attention whore

Let us all be honest, Noone can resist the flashy. Personally, I most intrigued by the twinkle! I appreciate it's intermittent gleaming,  cause it seems to be humbly reminding me of my mortality, yet at the same time reminds me there's no need to rush things -It's confident! Some might think just the opposite, that it's too reticent to prolong its glow. A Twinkle is distinct from a shimmer it doesn't shutter. NO! Observe how it expresses its brilliance in the opposite manner that blushing occurs.  The fair-skinned embarrassed person cheeks hue starts out a faint  rosy share and then all too suddenly escalates to an inconsealable scarlet.  It's the Sun that burns the hottest dies out the quickiest.The twinkle's timing and intensity is ,almost calmingly, consistent. It intentional doesn't cry-out all the time out to be center stage, it learns in it's reflective time, in the moments you don't see it, and it's heeded the lesson learned by the unfortunate Shepard that cried, "WOLF!"
    It wisely knows you can't help heed the contrast of the color followed by darkness. I suppose it is a little untrusting in thinking that if it shone humbly and reliably it might be taken forgantit. The point was not to instruct you to emulate it's ways, I'm just saying I dig it's mysterious unboisterous style!

Connecticut            hands down          the best state
to get a manicure  - EVER -

lustrous, lavish days

It's the holiDAYS.

my musical misteps and my reluctance to celebrate christmas.

thanksgiving literally made me sick. Most wonderfultime of the year.  also hearing my favorate xmas song as i came into work.

More back story :)

it started in stamford.

Rita?

" ...So I can wake up in the morning wit a story to tell
I know it's been a lil while since I been out the house!
But now I'm here, you wanna stand around
running your mouth?!
I can't hear nothing you saying or spitting, so wassup!
Can't you see we in the club?! Man shut the fuck up!!"

or as one of my brother's favorate rap songs say's, " (I like to) live loud like Timmy"  whoever Timmy is.


Too many stories to share. what an exciting Summer it's been for me. and as a way to say thanks to dieties moving the ether in ways all to furtunate to me. I'd like to keep track.

I walked into a church  and they were basically having a  Nun's wedding there cerimony It was the most confusing thing ever.
-St. Rita-
Feastday: May 22 ( this day holds a special place in my heart as it is) Patron of impossible cases


and this  was in the middle of all sorts of crazy run ins but it was on this day that   


also like Margarita naturally and why that would even be on my radar is an even longer story  than the one above im trying to cut short because to put it lightly I am not tequila's biggest an haha

And sometimes i wish I could just have a conference call with all my friends and tell them the story all at once

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” -Anaïs Nin

song ludacris wrote.

why the name
various reasons

i have had a very adventurous seridipious summer. march maddness it took to wake up

to do? want what? What I want to do ...

What I hope to accomplish with this PARTICULAR blog


I wish for you to be able to share my joy.
I want to let you in.
-that i might open your eyes a little bit
-as I slightly pry open my heart to the world here.
I hope that I might bend your mind with my unique reactions to whats going on in my world.
I hope you can get something out of living vicariously.
I shall do me best to re-tell the thrills, so they can reverberate here and possible serve amusment in the truest sense of the word
Do it enough justice that my gratitude for wonderous Earthly adventures is inheriantly apparent
examine the intrgirng aspects of daily living inhail exhale