New Places, New Faces

So this was an extremely productive weekend. Aside from rereading two enormous novels (All The Kings Men and Confessions of Nat Turner), I also packed up all my things, moved, and adopted an adorable new friend.

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This is my new apartment here in Philadelphia. I'm living with two amazing roommates, Tess and Jordan, both of whom are incredibly artistic and a great deal of fun. Jordan is actually a sculptor, and his work is being displayed in a gallery in Philly right now. I'm going to take some photos pretty soon.

I wish I could the place more justice with my camera, but it's, well, too big. Plus I'm not fully unpacked yet. That big circle thing is from the roof, Jordan brought it down and hung it up. There is an upstairs loft, complete with a seperate bedroom, bathroom, big closet, where Jordan and Tess stay, and a downstairs bedroom with the same things, where I am. The windows overlook center city.

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You can see William Penn over there and City Hall. It's pretty nice, especially when the sun is setting. I'll have pics of that later this week as I unpack.

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I owe a massive thank you to this wonderful girl right here, my buddy Saray, who not only helped me move in over the course of the day (it only took two trips, but traffic and crazy weather was insane), but also took me on an adventure to adopt my new friend. Here you can see her at the register, with a mysterious box. What could be inside?

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Hmm... I see the tiniest of ears...

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Behold! My new BFF. As of now, my sweet little lionhead dwarf bunny is named Ash. I wanted to name him something from literature, but honestly, look at him. He is just too small and precious to be named Leonidas, Dante, or any of the other bad ass names I was thinking of. So Ash, after Ash Williams, the main character in Army Of Darkness, is his name.

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Everyone welcome Ash. He just wants to snuggle you.

Dollar Stores =

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Honey toothpaste?

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Juice... or soap?

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I can write to Q.

There are few things that I love more then dollar stores (besides poetry, a glass of scotch, and my pal Baxter here). They are simply brimming with wonderful items like honey flavored foreign toothpaste, soap that looks disturbing like delicious juice, and stencil kits that teach children how to write... up to the letter Q.

They also remind me of tour, trying to save every possible penny by shopping in Wal-Marts, Family Dollars, and 99 cent stores through out the country. Foster, you know what I'm talking about. Often right after shopping in a Wal-Mart, we'd SLEEP in said Wal-Mart's parking lot. Alex Sleepaway knows what I mean.

Good times.

Can't wait for the summer and my vacation. I need my taste of the road, and my dosage of daily dollar store.

Til then, the humorous ones in Philadelphia will have to do.

The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful

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Summer is upon us. The weather is absolutely beautiful here in Philadelphia, thus allowing me to go outside in my ultra cool vintage leather jacket without the fear of freezing to death. I generally choose fashion over my personal well being, which results in colds and sniffles during the winter months.

Expect lots of walking and lots of photos in the coming days.

For now, enjoy that lovely Philadelphia sunset over University City. I know I certainly did.

Thinking Blog Awards

thinkingblogger.jpgMuch to my surprise, I was nominated for a Thinking Blog Award (thank you very much, Jessica @ Swedehart). Since I moved to Philadelphia and started blogging again, I've discovered a lot of fantastic writers whose verse draws me to their pages on a day to day basis. Not only do they have unique, powerful voices, but they often make me laugh, smile, and most importantly, think.

Treasure of Baghdad | inspires me to pay attention and not be an ignorant American.
Philebrity | is an amazing, often hysterical, Philadelphia based news blog.
Ultragrrrl | is written by the owner of Stolen Transmission Records.
Cute Overload | makes me remember that the world isn't so terrible, so long as there are bunnies.
Chris K. Jennings | is a talented designer / entrepreneur, always coming up with brilliant ideas.

The Thinking Blog's project is aimed at referring content, so including these links, as well as a link to the blogger award pages, will help generate content in programs like Technorati. Should be an interesting venture.

Visit The Thinking Blog Awards @ www.thethinkingblog.com

Poo-Tee-Weet?

slaughterhousefive.jpgI was an obnoxiously precocious little kid. I spent so much time reading and writing from grade school to high school, that I was socially retarded around girls up until I entered college. My love interests were novels, the paperbacks that seemed only to collect dust in my 6th grade classroom. Perhaps I was a bit on the pretentious side, as I often scoffed at my friends who picked up R.L. Stine books, or the girls who were glued to V.C. Andrews. They didn't understand half of what was going on. Flowers In The Attic? Get out of here.

Oh, what a shock my little mind was in for when I started picking up Vonnegut. Can someone at age 11 / 12 really appreciate novels like this? Slaughterhouse 5? Breakfast of Champions? Sirens of Titan? Cat's Cradle?

No, probably not. But I read them all anyway.

Slaughterhouse 5 was the first of Vonnegut's works I read. The unique voice, the constant moving back and forth through time, and the odd humor scattered throughout, really altered my perceptions of literature. Books didn't just have to entertain. They could teach you something, deliver a message, leave you in awe and with a sense of wonderment.

Maybe I read it because the original title of the book was Slaughterhouse 5: or The Children's Crusade, A Duty-Dance With Death, and that whole children's crusade bit interested me. I was a kid, what did I know.

Sigh.

Vonnegut passed away on Wednesday, while I was in my room, sitting by the window, reading Franz Kafka's The Trial. I wonder, would I have been here, in Philadelphia, reading Western literature, German literature for that matter, if I hadn't picked up that dusty novel with yellowed pages in my 6th grade library?

A mind wanders.

Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.