:: a song for you ::

:: what's for dinner ::

last week i made shrimp tacos for dinner one night...and another night...and another. and then i made them again last night.

my name is julia and i'm a taco-holic.


- corn salsa/relish: canned corn, diced jalapeno, diced red pepper, diced red onion, cayenne pepper, kosher salt, ground black pepper, parsley (or cilantro which i didn't have), olive oil, lime juice

- thinly chopped red cabbage
- sauteed shrimp (cut in half): olive oil, lime juice, cayenne, black pepper
- sliced avocado

- whole wheat tortilla (i found some that i looove, but can't remember the name!)

:: oh my soul ::

i liked the song in this video and looked up the artist. mike stocksdale. been listening to him on spotify today and am enjoying it. none of the songs have completely sucked me in, yet (in a josh garrels kind of way), but i'm definitely bobbing my head and tapping my toes. worth a listen.

:: what makes true love ::

thesartorialist.com & garancedore.fr/en

:: gray wool + yellow trim = aw ::

my sister sent me an email with "thought of you" in the subject link and a link to this chair in the body.

yep!

katepritchard.etsy.com

:: chairs, chairs, chairs ::

ohhh, my! such amazing chair goodness. i would gladly and happily accept each and every one of the classic beauts and display them somewhere, anywhere in my house!

thingsorganizedneatly.tumblr.com
via the links on this post

:: lovely work space ::

not sure which i love more, those rustic tables or the super cool & colorful chairs.

blog.freepeople.com via bluemossgirls.blogspot.com

:: love by design ::

observatory.designobserver.com

eero saarinen's list of aline bernstein’s good qualities (1954).

love the roman numerals, that her generosity made the list twice and that he was concerned with the sentence structure in XII (she was a writer). so, so sweet.

:: sweet treat ::

blueberry & cream cookie :: compost cookie

momofukustore.com

:: that time of the year ::

the other day i was at the mall and passed one of those calendar selling kiosks. i walked right on by, though there was a tiny part of me, for a very brief instant, that wanted to stop and look around. i smiled to myself, thinking back to high school when i would visit one of those stands and pore over the options to pick out the perfect calendar for me. and usually one for my boyfriend for Christmas. the themes seemed endless back then and it's amazing to see that the calendar makers have somehow managed to come up with even more motifs than before. puppies and horses and other cute critters. books. music. movies. tv shows. vehicles. cities and historical landmarks. pop stars.

anyway, i didn't stop. the last thing i need is to shell out some bucks for a calendar that i will diligently fill with important dates...for the first few weeks of the year and then neglect for the remaining 49 weeks.

if you do happen to be a calendar person, though, here's a cute one i came across on the web a while back. love the concept and execution. would be a great promo item for conferences and networking and whatnot (if the cost wasn't so high - could be printed instead of letter pressed, i suppose).

shop.inkello.com

:: digging ::

not entirely sure how i'd feel about seeing this look around my town, but in a setting like NYC, on a guy like this, from a site like elle's street chic...i'm totally digging it.

fashion.elle.com

:: not impressed (safari) ::

i've been using safari for the past couple months (long story) and it feels very much (if not worse than) internet explorer back in the early aol days. terrible. how do they get away with this?

:: letters home - differences ::

Dear Mama,

Well, here's your boy again and he is just fine. How is everything going back home? I surely wish that I were home to enjoy some of that spring weather that I hear that you have been having over there. We are having a little more sunshine here and it really feels good although it isn’t nearly as nice as that we get back home. The country over here doesn’t smell good in the spring like ours but then it stinks anyway all the time. They don’t have the plumbing here that we have back in the states & that helps stink the place up. They don’t have bath tubs or showers like we have back home either.

I slept pretty late to-day and didn’t get up until about 10 o’clock and really enjoyed it to the utmost. I think that I shall have to do that every day when I get home. Do you suppose that it could be arranged? I could also use some golden rod eggs. Will you tell me just how you are supposed to make them? I know that you boil the eggs and grate the yellow over the white paste like part but how do you make the white part? I’d like to make some and have the boys try them out.

Guess I had better close now and say so long.

Lots of love, Arthur

[april 1945]

:: no excuses - except this one ::

i'm just going to use anti-sopa and anti-pipa as my reason for being slack here. so there.

:: most days he forgets ::

last week at church the teacher said of a man he knows, "he was made in the image of God, but most days he forgets that."

it made me think of a guy i met a few months back. by society's standards, he is not a particularly good person. he is dark. deceptive. irresponsible. a liar. an addict. a thief. he has little to no regard or respect for his children, authority or his peers.

it can be overwhelming to think about the desperation, sadness and darkness he possesses and the bad things he does.

but he is a child of God, made in His image. God loves him and has great plans for him.

no matter how incredibly hard that is for me to comprehend. no matter how often he forgets it, himself.

at times i wanted to shout to him, "what are you doing? why won't you let go of your old ways, your bitterness & anger, your addictions & idols, your lies & deceptions and be more like the person you were made to be!?"

it is in my most honest and my humblest of moments i realize - that's probably exactly what God wants to say to me. the manifestations are vastly different, but our sins are the same.


"this year, or this month, or, more likely, this very day, we have failed to practise ourselves the kind of behaviour we expect from other people." [cs lewis]