Cure for a gloomy Day

Today was pretty crap, but the little things are what made it all the nicer. 

That picture I took when you weren't looking as you made me Eggs that cold New York Morning. It's still on my phone. 

And an afternoon spent with one of my best friends, shooting the shit and talking about why that shit is just so shitty. 

Not to mention my Dad used his super Dad powers today and called me just to ask if I was ok. He's not really a caller, but it seems when ever he does, it's when I really really need it. Seriously, super Dad powers. 

I'm trying to improve my penmanship

So very few people have cool hand writing these days. The only thing we're ever forced to write constantly is out signature, and that usually ends up being a squiggle and a line...that's what mine is after all.

My Grandmother Culbertson has the most beautiful handwriting, she signs her paintings in the most beautiful and artistic way a person could write "Culbertson". So what I conclude is this: The longer you were forced to write things out without the aide of a computer or a typewriter, the better your hand writing is.

It's why most of the people in my generation have the same handwriting that they did when they were in 7th grade, because that's when we started our "keyboarding" classes.....just imagine what the hand writing of future generations will be like. In my old age, my doctors will be writing out perscriptions like pre-schoolers, if they write them out at all...

Pretty obvious right? I dunno I just thought it was interesting.

Stream of Conciousness

I am really Tired. It's not because I haven't been getting enough sleep because I actually have, I think it's because I'm not used to early mornings and consistently active days....I also think it's because I'm out of shape. So to change that I biked to work today. Five Miles from Logan square to the West Loop, woot! Now I'm really tired and praying I'll be sharp enough to make it home alive this afternoon. Two cups of caffinated tea should be kicking in any time now.

So yesterday on the commute home I did a lot of thinking, as I was too tired to pull out my logic puzzles and too packed in with people to sit down and gaze out the window, so I was left to my thoughts. I thought a lot about what was so great about this last weekend in Moreland Hills Ohio. How great it was to spend time with my family as a whole, be with my 3 sisters making jokes that inevitably might piss off Mom. The giggling in the pews of the Federated Church that never get old, hugs from Grandmas, Aunt Marty and Martines new springer puppy, Decorating eggs with my cousin and her fiancee, avoiding whatever elephant is in the room etc. It was great.

But then it all died down and I wanted to escape from everything. Sunday night came and I was scheduled to drive home around 6, about an hour before I was to get picked up I decided I wasn't ready to go back and bought a bus ticket for Tuesday morning. So, Bonnie got shipped back to MU Ohio, Maddy holed up in her room again, Moms attitude turned sour and I decided I wanted to get out of that house, hide from the place that I was using to hide from Chicago. Double hide. So I went to the Brodheads. The Brodhead family is my paralell Universe. They are a Family of four boys, my good friend Craig being the second as I am. They were all still home for the Holiday and I just got to sit and bask in the strangeness of all the differences and similarities of their paralell life. It was perfect. Their mother is an angel and never hesitates to let me know that their door is always open, and so are the doors to their enormous fridge filled with food. Their house is perched on a hill in the valleys of Gates Mills and over looks the rolling landscape as two Golden retreiver beasts roam about the house distributing love. In my last two days in Ohio I spent as much time there as possible, this included sleeping over, eating breakfast then napping there. I forgot all about the fact that I had bills to pay, a steady job to find, close to no food in my fridge in Chicago and just pretended this was life. It was healthy I think. And very needed for my soul.

Anyways, that's what I want.

And recently a lot of attention has been brought to setting goals. Career goals, life goals, etc. so here's a goal:

I want a house in the Valley where the door is always open and the fridge is always full. I want two or three loving dogs to roam about giving love to anyone that wants it, a cat too. I want a big room with every musical insturment and peice of equipment nessecary for impromtu music playing and enough spare beds for anyone to come and go as they please. I would love the house to have some semblance of a family in it but lets not get ahead of ourselves.

Deadline for this goal? let's say 35? That's 12 years from now. Lots of things need to happen for that to happen, but I think I can do it.

1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A B C
That's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it

-Aesop Rock

Yeah, thanks for listening.

I stole this from Sartorialist

Because I like to pretend I'm really really fashionable.

Job?
I get paid to Nanny, Temp, Direct, play music.

Best Sartorial advice from your parents?
Make sure you have your basic pieces.

Style icons?
Darcie Young? My friends? I can't think of any one famous person. Maybe Zoey Deschanel, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Cloe Sevingy.

Describe your personal style...
Classy Cheap chic. I've been trying to phase myself out of my overly experimental days at North Park. Although my uniform recently has been a deep V with skinny jeans and a blazer....it's just easy.

I build my daily look around?
What is comfortable and clean. If I'll be wearing it all day I'm not going to throw on tights and a high waisted belt.

Personal Style quirk?
half the stuff you'll see me wearing doesn't belong to me....I feel closer to the people who's clothes i wear.

Favorite designers?
I'm going to be honest here, I couldn't tell you.

Most cherished item?
Any Jewelry that my Mom or sisters have ever bought me.

Never caught wearing?
a baseball hat

Most underrated item in menswear/womenswear?
I'm going to have to go with Romney on this one.
"The perfectly tailored woven shirt, the slouchy trouser, and the leather biker jacket."

Dress to impress who?
My friends, strangers down town.

Flats or heels?
Well I'm a gargantuan so I'm going to have to go with flats. I do like how heels look though, I just have a hard time wearing them for longer than 30 minutes.

Favorite stores?
In Chicago - Clothing Optional, Vintage Leather, (really any of the second hand shops in Wicker Park) And I'm cheap so, H&M and forever 21. But when I want to look at and touch something beautiful with out feeling out of place - Anthropologie.

Your next "must have" purchase?
An Off White spring Trench, A deep purple leather hobo bag and Greek goddess sandals :)

I skimp when buying ...
Almost anything...

I splurge on...
Good fitting jeans, and when ever I find "THE" perfect thing (see below)

Favorite item of clothing?
My Velvet black blazer, Brown lace up oxfords and my Dark wash skinny jeans.

Favorite fashion magazines?
Nylon, Vogue, GQ (is that a fashion mag?) and Does The Sartorialist count?

Favorite (style) books?
I have a photography book from the Yeah Yeah Yeah's Nick Zinner. I love looking at that thing.

Favorite stylish movies?
The Royal Tenenbaums and The Science of sleep.

Favorite vacation spot?
Red Bay Ontario Canada. It's not very fashionable but my family is always there.

Favorite neighborhood restaurant?
Sultans Market....even though I don't live in Wicker Park.