The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, - For the reed which grows nevermore again As a reed with the reeds in the river. - E.B. Browning
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The Great Bedroom Backtrack
Lavender Bedroom
- Quoizel QR49278 La Crysta Large Mirror With 2 Lights in Gold Finch from Littman Bros, $699.99
- Marquis Antiqued Leather Upholstered Hall Chest Cabinet from Wild Orchid Quilts, $279.93
- Roost Metro Mirrors from Velocity Art and Design, $213
- Lawrence Home Fashions Lavender Dreams Duvet from The Great Indoors, $169.99
- Tuscan Gold/ Pewter 6 light Chandelier from overstock.com, $159.99
- Graphic Damask Wallpaper - York from Burke Decor, $90
- Court Of Versailles "Belle Epoque" Bath Accessories from Bloomingdales, $87.50
- French Lavender Scented Pillar Candle Gift Set from Colonial Candle, $37
- Sterling Gold Flute from Waterford, $30
- Lavender Heart-Shaped Wreath from Lillian Vernon, $10.98
On the other hand, who am I kidding - I'd love to have a glamorous bedroom like this!
Moodboards for Living
I've been playing with the moodboards on the mydeco boutique. (note: it's actually a competition) Methinks I actually have a certain style that I kind of gravitate towards. Behold:
Moodboard 1:

Moodboard 2:

I don't really like styles that are overly minimalistic (e.g. all-white houses) or ornate (e.g. too many chandeliers, gilded furniture, & embroidered cushions). I kinda dig the casual-playful-eclectic styles. Something that's easy to live in.
Ah... the nesting instincts.
Moodboard 1:
Red-Black-Blue
- Tabletop Fountains from Exalted Fountains, $3,625
- CONTENT BY CONRAN 59TH STREET ARMCHAIR from Conran Shop, $1,425
- Butler Handpainted Bordeaux Striped Chest from The Dresser & Chest Superstore, $1,247
- Heritage Collection Black Wood Queen Size Bed from Visiondecor, $574.99
- Hillsdale Furniture Stratton Swivel Counter Stool (4259-826) from The Bar Stool Superstore, $219
- Winsome Timer Coffee Table with Drawers and Shelf Coffee Table from The Coffee Table Superstore, $147.99
- Chinoiserie Pillows from Linenplace, $112
- Corsica Round Buttoned Cushion Pacific from etoile home, $105
- MINI QUAD BLACK ALARM CLOCK from Conran Shop, $90
- Oscar Round Cushion Black from etoile home, $45
- Oxo Softworks Click Enamel Kettle - Red from Target, $35.29
- Cow Salt and Pepper Set from Sur La Table, $9.95
- Tulip - Wall Decals Stickers Appliques Home Decor from Blancho Bedding , $8.89
- Chocolate Cherry Tomato from Gurneys, $3.99
Moodboard 2:
Living Room Casual
- Eho Studios Compact Jadea Sectional Sofa Set from One Way Furniture, $1,899
- Claw Foot Black Coffee Table from Bellacor, $448
- Cooper Classics Sunburst Gold Mirror from Cymax, $359.99
- Thomas Paul Feather Tufted Pile Rug from Velocity Art and Design, $270
- Quoizel Table Lamp in Bronze part of the Mica Naturals Collection from Lighting Catalog, $269.99
- ilMettinsieme Double Valet Clothes Stand from Colorful Styles, $262.99
- President Abraham Lincoln: Classic Art Reproduction from Design Toscano, $199
- Saucer Black/Pink Chair from The Light Shop, $175
- Alessi Mediterraneo Fruit Holder from Velocity Art and Design, $130
- Thomas O'Brien Darby Wine Decanter from Сooking, $119.95
- Winsome Capri Set Of 6 Foldable Fabric Storage Baskets - Black from Sears, $49.49
- Guinea Pig Money Box from Cath Kidston USA, $26
I don't really like styles that are overly minimalistic (e.g. all-white houses) or ornate (e.g. too many chandeliers, gilded furniture, & embroidered cushions). I kinda dig the casual-playful-eclectic styles. Something that's easy to live in.
Ah... the nesting instincts.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Sobering thought
I think I'll need to start writing more, not just assignments, but in general. I'm starting to find that writing doesn't come as easily to me as it once did. This is partly because I'm writing denser (& hopefully more sophisticated) arguments, partly because the stakes are higher and I'm therefore more cautious about what I write. But it's also because I don't write as much anymore, on my blog or for assignments. Yes, I write much longer papers now, but I don't write as MANY papers. I need to get into the habit of writing stuff / nonsense again.
Saturday, December 04, 2010
I remember you as you were, Pablo Neruda
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
And my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
Pablo Neruda
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
And my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
Pablo Neruda
Lost in the Forest, Pablo Neruda
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
Pablo Neruda
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
Pablo Neruda
Stravinsky, Petrushka
I was wondering whether Petrushka's good to have swirling around in your head while you're trying to write a bigass paper, but then I realised that I was just getting distracted from work by the thought of the music possibly distracting me from work.
11,000 words to go!
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