Love in Piles

Those of you whom I have shared living spaces with know that I am a completely organized albeit slightly messy person. And let me make the distinction between messy and dirty--dirty I am not. Messy, yes: I am able to navigate a pile better than I am a neatly ordered arrangement. After living on my own in California for the past year in the most glorious studio I've ever set foot in I find myself this morning swooning over the space I find myself in---mental and physical.

Preparing to move from California to Massachusetts has been a mental process for me that started months ago. Writing to a new friend recently I remarked that I have entered a "self-preservation mode" in which my biggest fear is that I am not allowing the potentials that are still here to arrive--too caught up in my future self, plans, life, etc. on the east coast. This morning, however, I woke up with a feeling of newness. Instead of beginning to clean the mess I instead fell in love with it and this space all over again. Yes, I am messy--Yes perhaps I have WAY too much stuff--but it's my stuff and each book, trinket, item, and garment has a sentimental value--a memory attached to it that I will neither forget nor relinquish.

In just shy of 4 weeks I will have packed everything up and shipped it off across this big country to start afresh in a place familiar, yes, but hopefully with new experiences, people, and wonder. I am so grateful for the future I am able to imagine but moreover, for where I am now, Oakland, CA, my home, so much of my heart, and my lovely piles of things.

So what exactly is the purpose of this post, you may ask? This post is a selfish one--as are most confessional blog posts I suppose...simply a way for me to archive this morning--this memory. For although I'm a mess I like to think that there's at least a bit of romance in it.

too long

it's been so long! i'm here i'm here!

as certain times of life are--this past month has been extraordinarily busy--finishing the last semester of my master's degree, planning moves, raging with friends, loving california, oh, and three jobs--a lot on the plate.
but, here are some videos and pics indicative of my recent life.

thanks for looking.
as always,
 reebs.




desert at lunch duh




finally found it




monkey see in dandelions




springtime poppies




aint it the truth




"stacks on deck"



beach facts--mitchell's cove & bolinas, ca

as in, different conceptions of togetherness-- of sun giving way to days as they portion momentary action; on the highway--a gravitational pull to the ocean--the way the tide is an eyelid falling too--a moment relieving desire.

recent snaps

friendly reminder--oakland, ca

there are 10 of these stickers now holding shop in my neighborhood. two houses down the person plastering them got so bold and stuck one on my neighbor's door. silly and fun and also sort of creepy. i think it's the word "mommy" and the fact that everything is capitalized. sort of makes me laugh and gives me the willies simultaneously. oh glorious compensation. oh . oh mommy.

at it again

just because

olls is my best buddy. buddo, friend. this is a little piece of my intimate world--homestyle in oakland. i think often about that axiom--that dogs resemble their owners and vice versa. it seems odd, but true sometimes i guess--like "hey lady, you look like yr poodle" okay, cool. anyway, i would be proud to resemble olls here. what an amazing expression, and all those gilded sundreanched whiskers. such an enviable mug indeed.