My Little Bio
A young lady's traipses amongst Chicago while posting on books, art, conversations, city life, random research, and other idle thoughts.
GIRLS
I love the HBO show Girls. It is soooo good. I love my SATC girls, but these ones are a little easier to relate to.
…and I’m back!
As my two or some number of readers may have noticed, I have not updated my Tumblr as of late. Tumblr was a great way for me to spend my time away from watching Celebrity Ghost Stories or What Not To Wear whilst stuck at home with a broken leg. The moment I returned to DePaul, I lost track with the Tumblr-universe. Wie traurig. Now, due to my need for new avenues of procrastination and a place to vent about my senior-year-life-quest-semi-breakdown, I have decided to return!
I have a few life developments. In a couple of months I will be traveling to St. Petersburg, Russia for two weeks, which I am extremely excited about. This time I will be accompanied by my friend, Colleen, and I know that some bizarre, vodka-filled adventures will result. As for school, I am more confused then ever about what field I would like to enter as I see the end of my undergraduate studies come to a close. I love library science, but is it really a good life choice? What about art history combined with library science? Or even German, which I would love to study more of, but may not have the chops to do so. It’s not a good feeling when one still feels the same way he or she did in high school, but now is actually considered an adult. Not cool, guys, not cool at all.
Lastly, I learned earlier this week that a close family friend, Candi Chalifoux, passed away. It was terribly sudden and unexpected, and I still feel winded by the news. Candi was the daughter of my old babysitter who I considered to be a grandmother. In the past few years we had reconnected and I enjoyed every minute I spent visiting her in Door County or sharing cute animal videos on Facebook. She was one of the few that actually read this Tumblr. Imagining her beautiful home looking out over North Bay and her not being there is something I would have considered unfathomable a week ago. I can only hope and pray that she is in a place that is even more peaceful and more beautiful than the idyll that she lived in for the past few years.
As melodramatic and over-said as it may be, never take your life or other’s for granted. You will never know when it is time for someone to go, so hold on to each other as tightly as you can until that time comes.
Dada has always been one of my favorite art movements. The sheer insanity and goofiness of the movement paired with its intense nihilism created works that speak very well to our own, contemporary society. One of the best things about Dada? The bizarre but oh-so-good photographs of the artists!
Allen Ginsberg
I just finished watching the film Howl on Netflix and really enjoyed it. I remember sitting in my room, flushed with excitement, rocking back and forth on my bed as I enthusiastically soaked up every work of Ginsberg’s quintessential poem. I had never felt that much passion and energy brought forth in poetry before (though I have since) and it was a feeling I never wanted to lose. The film was great at portraying the quirky yet sensitive personality of Ginsberg, and James Franco did about as much justice as any actor could do for such an amazing and unique individual. I leave with you all Part III of Howl.
Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland where you're madder than I am I'm with you in Rockland where you must feel very strange I'm with you in Rockland where you imitate the shade of my mother I'm with you in Rockland where you've murdered your twelve secretaries I'm with you in Rockland where you laugh at this invisible humor I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter I'm with you in Rockland where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio I'm with you in Rockland where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses I'm with you in Rockland where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica I'm with you in Rockland where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx I'm with you in Rockland where you scream in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss I'm with you in Rockland where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse I'm with you in Rockland where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void I'm with you in Rockland where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha I'm with you in Rockland where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb I'm with you in Rockland where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com- rades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale I'm with you in Rockland where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won't let us sleep I'm with you in Rockland where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we're free I'm with you in Rockland in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea- journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
