Archive for August, 2005

more photo fun with the pitres

Published by
Sarah
August 26, 2005 in family. 0 Comments

ok, due to popular demand, i’m posting a few more of ye old family
photos.� then i’ll stop for a while, cos i don’t want to bore you
guys to death (just consider yrself lucky that xanga can’t host slide
shows… yet…). although next week i’ll be posting some BRILLIANT
pictures from meredith’s trainwreck celebrity party and our fabulous
posh night… all i can say is that when i got the roll of film back, i
thought: this shit is bananas. and THE WORLD MUST KNOW!

also i think we might be a little looney tunes. but you can decide for yrself when you see the photos next week.

anyhoo

for all of those papa pitre fans out there, check out this MOST AWESOME
picture of my dad from high school (with his sister, margaret). sweet
cracker sandwich. my dad was the shit. and so was his jacket.

my dad continued his role as a fashion icon in spite of the
responsibilies of being a new father (impressive, no?).� i totally
dig these glasses. also i wonder what i was thinking in this picture…

and, just cos i think my mom is beautiful, i’m posting this picture:

i could write about a gazillion sentimental posts about how amazing
my parents are and how much they’ve affected me, but the problem is
that it would never really capture how *vastly* important they are to
me. so, not today.

instead i will ask, again, what am i thinking about?

oh yeah… FOOD (notice the drool. heh).

i guess some things just never change!

happy happy weekend xanga pants!

p.s. remember art lad, the little artist named thomas with his very own
blog that i posted about a little while ago? his dad totally commented
on my last post! sweetness. hi art lad’s dad!

in the shade of the family tree

Published by
Sarah
August 23, 2005 in family and growing up. 3 Comments

[by the way, the new nada surf is incredible. as expected. matthew caws, will you sing me to sleep? and to wake? and to live?]

where do you come from?

and what does that say about who you are? does it say anything?

maybe you hope it does. maybe you hope it doesn’t.

when i think about who i am, i can’t help but think about my family…
and i wonder about the faces i’ve seen in photographs… if i never
even knew them, can they still affect me?

my great grandfather on the irish side… he basically left my great
grandmother with a ton of kids to care for so he could pursue adventure
and alcohol on the high seas… still, i love this photograph. and i like alcohol. so there you go.

here’s the wife he left…

i wonder if i have any piece of her inside of me?

when i look at this next picture (of the mcalorums, my grandmother’s
family), i feel like their eyes are trying to tell me the secrets of
life… how to smile even after the world has worn you down. i still
haven’t quite figured out what they’re saying…

but so far, i’m still smiling.

here’s my grandfather (cajun side) with his brother:

man, i miss him. i like to think i’ve got his sense of humor… except
i don’t really tell dirty jokes. but he had a mouth like a sailor.
guess i do too. what do you think about that, pawpaw?

my grandparents fought like cats and dogs for as long as i can remember
(that’s what happens when a cajun from the bayou marries an irish girl,
i guess). but i forget that whenever i look at this picture of them:

my father always tells me how much they loved dancing. guess that’s where i get it from…

and here we see my dad, looking completely gawky and adorable in his
bowtie, and my aunt, in the most precious easter outfit ever:

i picture myself, a little branch on the family tree, and think about
how the life now inside of me, green and fresh, first passed through
these other branches. i carry them with me. in everything i do. whether
i think about it or desire it or not.

and there’s something comforting in that. comforting like the
practiced, steady rhythm of my grandparents’ feet on the dance floor.

this is where i come from.

i need a giant chalkboard

Published by
Sarah
August 11, 2005 in growing up. 0 Comments

if you want to hear the new deathcab album, go here.

i think it’s completely sublime (of course). honestly i really needed
this music today… and there’s even a song called, “what sarah said”:

“love is watching someone die.”

ah ben, you make me cry.

it’s interesting how we see ourselves in everything around us– human
nature, i guess. we see or hear or read something and wonder, is this
me? is this about me? we project our insides because they already feel
so obvious. isn’t it obvious?

sometimes, life is like this:

just trying to figure it out… tie it all together… keep everything
straight… maintain clarity… discover the answer… with chalk on my
ass.

pieces of silly

Published by
Sarah
August 9, 2005 in cray. 1 Comment

i don’t know if it’s the end of summer, or something in the air, or the
alignment of neptune or whatever, but it seems like a lot of people are
going through some crazy/crappy/weird times… so much angst and
confusion. and of course i wish i could fix everything, but i can’t.

i can, however, offer up fun little things on my blog that might make the angst go away, even for just a minute.

for example, my monday got SO much better after i found this site and downloaded some FABULOUS icons such as:

i know it’s a little thing, but new icons make yr computer SO MUCH MORE
FUN. even a drab little filemaker database seems cooler when it’s got a
strong sad icon. and they’ve got transformers and star wars… although
i’m still wading through the pages in search of some yummy food ones.

ok, so this is pretty much the most precious blog on the planet…
it’s a little boy named thomas who paints, and his dad types out what
he says. i ADORE thomas (the boy and my car, of course). and his art is
really really great.

examples include the “squeezy pumpkin” (today’s entry):

[i wanna call someone a squeezy pumpkin. heh.]

and he says cute things, like this:

“Crayons and pencils are ok, but they look like a baby did them sometimes.”

thomas has a sister who sounds a lot like me:

“My sister like brownies and pink things. Anything pink.”

yeah yeah yeah!

here is my favorite painting of his so far:

“It’s a T-rex coming down to bite you up! See the teeth?”

anyhoo, i also MUST recommend a dvd that i watched with my friend david
on sunday night. it’s a collection of short films by matt mccormick,
entitled: “from tug boats to polar bears”.
the topics and styles of the films vary, from a beautiful, slow-moving
film about boats on the ocean to the *extremely* clever short on “the
subconcious art of graffiti removal” (narrated by the uber creepy
miranda july). there’s even a documentary about nutria, those nastyass
large rat things that live in swampy places. UGH. did you know that
louisiana created a campaign to get people to EAT NUTRIA?!! no i’m
serious. there was even a bumper sticker that read:

NUTRIA: i ate it. i *liked* it!
NUTRIA: good for you. good for louisiana!

i gotta get me one of those.

jim wallis

Published by
Sarah
August 4, 2005 in poli not sci. 2 Comments

jim wallis has a fantastic op/ed in the times today about the actual issues that democrats should be focused on rather than simply “framing” them.

this guy continues to be my hero.

“Until Democrats are willing to be honest about the need for new social
policy and compelling political vision, they will never get the message
right. Find the vision first, and the language will follow.”

THANK YOU.

celebrity paper dolls

Published by
Sarah
August 3, 2005 in culturelux. 0 Comments

ATTENTION EVERYONE

meredith recently sent me the FUNNEST SITE ON THE ENTIRE FREAKING WORLD WIDE WEB.

ok, well, besides gofugyourself.com.

two words: CELEBRITY PAPERDOLLS.

despise the way britney dresses? DO IT YRSELF!

excited about the fact that kirsten and tobey are back together? celebrate by dressing them… TOGETHER!

hate xtina’s make-up? PAINT UP that marilyn wannabe with crazy eyeshadow and kooky lipstick!!

no seriously. there is NOTHING that you can POSSIBLY be doing that is more important than visiting this site.

except for maybe giving me eprops.

 

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