I'm like, obsessing over tiny chairs

I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about these tiny model chairs I found at Kid Robot one day. They don't carry them anymore, but aren't they adorable?

The healing serpent of the mysteries

Inspired by a comment below to re-read some Jung, I found this, on one's 'shadow':


"It is a frightening thought that man also has a shadow side to him, consisting not just of little weaknesses- and foibles, but of a positively demonic dynamism. The individual seldom knows anything of this; to him, as an individual, it is incredible that he should ever in any circumstances go beyond himself. But let these harmless creatures form a mass, and there emerges a raging monster; and each individual is only one tiny cell in the monster's body, so that for better or worse he must accompany it on its bloody rampages and even assist it to the utmost. Having a dark suspicion of these grim possibilities, man turns a blind eye to the shadow-side of human nature...

We know that the wildest and most moving dramas are played not in the theatre but in the hearts of ordinary men and women who pass by without exciting attention, and who betray to the world nothing of the conflicts that rage within them..."

and this, this is so gorgeously written:

"Taking it in its deepest sense, the shadow is the invisible saurian tail that man still drags behind him. Carefully amputated, it becomes the healing serpent of the mysteries."

It's time for...

Triple and Smelissa found this incredibly amazing video - editing "Fuck the pain away" by Peaches into muppet show clips:



which inspired me to find two of my favorite muppet show moments:





god those veggies are adorable! Jus' look at 'em!

Grad Skool in-a-box

Education in a milk crate.

positivity

I've been slowly learning how to get away from being overly optimistic (because really, what I'm doing is denying my angry/bad/sad feelings), but right now it's all I can do, and I have to believe it helps. Positive vibes still going strong for my boy adam.

My master's is pretty much officially completed, which is sweet and now I have 3 months of no school before 5-6 years of school starts again. And I can't wait. Srsly. My friend and I were talking the other night about how we love that pure excitement we feel in class when we're learning something so fucking brilliant that we then get to go apply to our lives and our relationships and help others to do the same. And I get 6 years more of that!

And it's been feeling like late spring/early summer recently here in the city. Warmth, chirping, small plane engines heard humming above, and that smell - that new, but earthy smell. It's much easier to maintain positivity in the folds of this gorgeous city in summer.

positive vibes positive vibes positive vibes

I love you Adam. You're going to be okay.

4 gay minutes

I wouldn't be gay, and I *certainly* wouldn't be a JT-lover if I didn't post the new Madonna/JT/Timbaland song/video I jusssst found out about. Muh-donnn-uh!



But also, for your viewing pleasure, Jay-Z and Timbaland loving on The Faint!

blocked

My dreams have always been extremely important to me. When I was little I kept dream journals next to stacks of dream dictionaries, excitedly engorging myself with knowledge of dream symbollatry. As I got older I learned that looking at my dreams through the lens of my own life - not the life of the theorhetical dreamer (or maybe the definitions were based on the dreams of Freud or Jung, respectively) - was more important, more exciting and more telling. Lately, among many other things that I am defending against - trying at times to understand them and other times trying to suppress them - I haven't been able to remember my dreams. And I always remember my dreams. But I have woken up each morning for the past two weeks knowing a sense, a general feel or theme of the dream but void of all the details. The same feeling, the same sense each and every morning for the past two weeks. What is this dream that is refusing to show it's face?