The Third Labour of Hercules, to capture the Ceryneian Hind. It belonged to Artemis and could run faster than an arrow. He trapped it while it slept.
(via santefilter)
May 17, 2013
May 13, 2013
Things in the spare bedroom, in the house my two mothers share-
- A series of fitballs of different sizes and colours, relics from their short lived love affair with a “doctor” who held private classes in which they bounced up and down and learnt to “stretch their eyes”.
- A photo of me, 6 years ago, in Berlin. I’m 22. I’m wearing a long black coat, black stockings and black flats. I’m disappearing behind a column and looking back at the camera.
- A carved wooden chest, bought over by my great-grandmother when she left Russia after the revolution. She traveled with her baby through Siberia, Mongolia, then into Shanghai, where she stayed until the Japanese invasion. She was 18.
- A bed made up for me with my favourite red and white polka dot sheets, the same sheets that were always on my bed in New York. All the safety and home and protection that tiny apartment contained lives in those sheets, laid out for me.
- A photo my mum took of Christo’s Central Park “Gates” project.
- A sewing machine.
- Too many pillows.
May 13, 2013
Joanna Newsom - - On a Good Day
Our nature does not change by will
In the Winter ‘round the ruined mill
The creek is lying flat and still
It is water though it’s frozen
Forever and ever grateful for ‘It is water though it’s frozen’, always getting up off that particular floor.
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May 11, 2013
After a desperate, sad, my own mind wants me to disappear sort of night, woke up this morning wanting to get gone. Started driving and this is where we ended up. In the middle of quiet nowhere bush that smelled like eucalyptus trees. Folding gum leaves to my mouth to make a whistle. The panic bird, the old sad swamp. Upper half moon.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013
Refusing to reply to men on okc who are into Woody Allen with anything other than “how embarrassing for you”.
May 3, 2013
STOP IT JUST STOP IT
HEART IS FULL. EYES ARE BURNING.
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Dies
this post is the only thing keeping me going right now
oh my fuckign GOD this is so CUTE a;dkafsdf,mna.f
look ok I’ve held out long enough, I have to reblog this
squishy-faced dogs and babies, I can’t help myself
RAAAAAAAAAH
(Source: fornicating)
May 3, 2013
May 2, 2013
Meet my running jam. I have hours upon hours of Sacred Harp and running to it makes me feel invincible. Warms my cold atheist heart etc.
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May 1, 2013
Weightlifting to Bruce Springsteen and outlifting all the men around me for life.
April 30, 2013
Vogue Knitting/Crochet 2013 that I bought for my mum - for all the crochet-inclined folks out there. I’ll leave the link up for a few days.
April 30, 2013
It’s autumn here, and we’ve got lettuce and spinach coming out our ears - in mugs, in old milk cartons, in recycled yoghurt containers that I’ve covered with fabric offcuts. Enough to pick every day or so through winter. At the bottom is thyme - four or five times a day I walk by and run my hands over the top of the leaves and believe everything I read about the Romans using thyme to banish sadness.
April 29, 2013
Have you guys ever had a tamarillo? I bought some from a farm at Peats Ridge yesterday and it was my first time - they’re like a passionfruit tomato. Really tart, a little sour, unmistakeably tomato-y, unmistakeably passionfruit-y.
If you’re in the Peats Ridge area, the place I got these tamarillos is my favourite farm stand. It’s a shed on Peat’s Ridge Road heading towards Mangrove Mountain. The guy inside is straight up amazing and about as old-timey as it gets - he cultivates his own honey, eggs, fields of flowers, and all sorts of interesting and unusual fruits and veggies. He’s so obviously passionate about food and he’ll talk to you all day if you stand there. We bought a tiny, hard melon yesterday that was unlike any melon I’ve ever seen before - he explained that it was the first type of melon that Australian settlers used to grow - it’s not sweet at all. He sets his jaw to the side when he talks about city life and moneyed folk, and loves to recite current fruit and veggie prices in the city with equal parts relish and horror. He’ll talk to you about why it’s a sin against the Earth to refrigerate cucumbers, and convince you to fry your fingerling potatoes in grapeseed oil before you bake them. If you’re in the Hunter or on your way to the central coast, go see this guy.
April 22, 2013
I don’t know what Romano’s Macaroni Grill is, but this recipe is perfect. I gave it a run this morning, using fresh rosemary instead of dried. The rolls were soft and perfect and all were shared and eaten within an hour of coming out the oven. If you’ve never made bread before, this is a perfect start.
April 20, 2013
There is your life before peanut butter ice cream, and your life after. I made some this afternoon and it was pretty much the bombest thing ever.
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