If 2009 was about dance parties, 2010 is about dance classes. I picked up a couple and had my first one today. Thinking it aint no thang, I left my hip-hop shoes at home (if you’re laughing right now, you’ve never danced in a pair- it feels like arched sole heaven) and wore a white shirt. I now look like im fresh off a wet t-shirt contest and my feet are throbbing from pirouetting in adidas. So, so good.
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Oh hi hello there. I'm Mallory Blair. Welcome to my internet space. I am a 21-year-old little thing.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
WELCOME MAT
True Affection - The Blow
Relistening to this song, I hear a little bit of the Soulja Boy’s hit-hit-snap thing going on, amirite? Which make sense to me, personally, because I would say these are the two songs that sum up my activity lately. (Yes, I crank it every day.)
hannibal buress (is so good at this)
i’m nacho toy
Jordan opening the door to the writing cottage
This week, some friends and I have been in Vermont, staying in the Gulley. Before we turned it into our winter wonderland, the Gulley was owned by the painter Kenneth Noland (who passed away last week) and then Robert Frost before him. If these walls could talk, they would be intimidating.
A smaller house sits by itself on the property which has only two rooms and served as Frost’s “writing cottage”:
In the summer of 1922, Frost stayed up late one night writing for a new volume of poetry. At dawn he said he felt “intoxicated” from the marathon and walked out to get a breath of fresh air. An entirely different poem came to him and he came back into the house and wrote “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, pretty much in one stroke. His new volume entitled New Hampshire won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry. It was the first of four Pulitzers awarded to him.
Tomorrow night I’m lighting some candles, putting on the mood music, busting open a ouijia board, and publishing all of his phrases as my own, in my easiest get-rich-quick scheme yet.
(wiki article found by nedhepburn)
THE LITTLE RED HAIRED GIRL IN ‘PEANUTS’.
The Little Red-Haired Girl is an unseen character in the Peanuts comic strip by Charles M. Schulz, and is a symbol of unrequited love.
A former coworker, Donna Johnson (born circa 1929 in Minneapolis, Minnesota), was Schulz’s inspiration for the character.[1] A 1947 high school graduate, Johnson was working in the accounting department of the Art Instruction, Inc., a correspondence school where Schulz worked. Johnson and Schulz eventually became romantically involved and dated for three years, but in 1950 when Schulz proposed to her, she refused him, ended the relationship and abruptly married fireman Allan Wold on October 21, 1950. Schulz was devastated, but he and Johnson-Wold remained friends for the rest of his life.
Said Schulz of the relationship, “I can think of no more emotionally damaging loss than to be turned down by someone whom you love very much. A person who not only turns you down, but almost immediately will marry the victor. What a bitter blow that is.”[2] This experience became arguably the most poignant of all story lines for the entire Peanuts strip.
“I’d like to see Charlie Brown kick that football, and if he gets the little red-haired girl, that’s fine with me”, Donna said around the time Schulz announced his retirement in 1999.