tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690989320104097502024-03-12T19:02:13.000-04:00anti fakers clubelise l's photologueelise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-35306100951655348292010-04-28T17:52:00.005-04:002010-04-29T12:06:48.428-04:00crepuscular<center><br><br><br><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/4561709092/" title="Untitled by elise largesse (anti fakers club), on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4561709092_39e0892735_o.jpg" width="710" height="943" alt="" /></a><br><i><small>outside d.b.a. brooklyn 8/09</i></small><br><br><br><br></center><br />Different from the Nocturnal, or the Diurnal,<br />there is a shy, little known third sleep-habited sibling,<br />the awake in dawn and dusk,<br />those who live in the gloaming, only<br />twilight, Mourning Doves, that nameless rat and deer.<br />How strange that they have twice as many<br />days as us. <br />What will happen<br />when dystopia finally rolls around, huh?<br />In that constant grayed dim,<br />moths beetles guinea pigs<br />and cats will rule over everything<br />and be dayless,<br />sleepless and powerful a giant particulate<br /><i>Leviathan</i> in the translucent darkness.<br />And now,<br />this tangerine tastes alcoholic like a cider<br />and dusty like moths and garages, and I think<br />of fathers, yours and mine,<br />getting troubled in the twilight,<br />using days up twice as quickly after all,<br />theirs and ours, and those of many other<br />Diurnals (now insomniacs) that we love.<br><br><br><br><br><br /><small><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crepuscular" target="_blank">Crepuscular</a> is a term used to describe some animals that are primarily active during twilight: at dawn and at dusk. The word is derived from the Latin word crepusculum, meaning "twilight." Crepuscular is thus in contrast with diurnal and nocturnal behavior. Crepuscular animals may also be active on a bright moonlit night. <br />The patterns of activity are thought to be an antipredator adaptation. Many predators forage most intensely at night, while others are active at mid-day and see best in full sun. Thus the crepuscular habit may reduce predation.</i></small><br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-2484265476056570672010-04-21T12:54:00.008-04:002010-04-27T01:12:05.015-04:00&&&, #1<center><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/4501631466/" title="Untitled by elise largesse (anti fakers club), on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4501631466_9c88f22891_o.jpg" width="700" height="473" alt="" /></a><br><i><small>hopkinton state park, MA / 5.09</i></small></center><br><br /><br />I’ve been living hedonistically. <br />But I’ll always love shade plants more than sun plants,<br />their humble leaves rounded and tougher, duller darker<br />nothing showy like those dry bright noisy spangled<br /><i>sun plants.</i> <br />I prefer shade plants in the same way I will always prefer<br />The East Coast.<br />And still,<br />for someone who loves weird screensavers the way I do,<br />I make a good try at being useful. <br />Post-apocalyptic skills list into the double digits. <br />I don’t even run from bees anymore. <br />The houseplant has much in common with the shade plant<br />And is often a shade plant itself,<br />taken out of the ground with a little bit of dirt<br />to help us out up here. <br />Thanks Spider Plant. <br />My alley cave seems nicer now. <br />The day was so dark that the morning birds<br />never stopped calling. They<br />faded right into the evening birds. <br />The one that goes,<br /><i>{Play or Sing: E sustained, B, B sliding to B flat}.</i><br /><EMBED SRC="http://www.all-birds.com/Sound/m-dove.wav" VOLUME="50" HEIGHT="30" WIDTH="144" AUTOSTART="false"></EMBED><br />There’s only so much you can do<br />with what you get,<br />a broken chair,<br />a can of crushed pine-<i>apples.</i><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-71635004320632600992010-03-31T15:51:00.005-04:002010-04-21T12:29:55.681-04:00I Propose A Toast -<center><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/4479283179/" title="knees by elise largesse (anti fakers club), on Flickr"><img alt="knees" height="464" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4479283179_2824cefef8_o.jpg" width="700" /></a><br /><i><small>knees, mine / central park NY 8.09</small></i><small></small><br /><br /><br /></center><br />Here I am finding myself wishing I’d have made something<br />and not wanting to make something. This happens to you too, right,<br />When Son House presents the Pony Blues,<br />When you hear the insects recently born in your alley,<br />new empowered party crowds arms bared<br />legs allowed by the new air’s slow<br />warmth, when <i>radiostation</i> is being created<br />somewhere close to you and you know<br />(because you and radio both agree, <br />you say Yes, exactly, to it)<br />and who could know about how here feels if they weren’t here now. <br />Radio and I should talk.<br />Someone tell them to say their phone number slower between songs, <br />like they would if they were expecting someone <br />to actually call. <br />There are more electronics home than people right now. When did it become like this?<br />To Do:<br />Sleep again<br />Wake again<br />Close the windows<br />Ask the city politely to stop pressuring me to participate<br />Participate<br />Pick up laundry.<br />My spicy breath feels seasonally inappropriate now. I must add<br />to my list,<br />Eat a cucumber.<br />And,<br />Buy a box of Sun, like the one Cara sleeps with, on like the day, plug<br />for indoor use only.<br />Set it on a timer to give the real Sun<br />a good example. Good examples always help<br />like the answers in the back of an algebra textbook help lazy students.<br />I ate the apples you left here last month.<br />They were gritty and old like the city and fermented like you.<br />Gritty and old like you too come to think of it.<br />You too had the chance at those new seeds but I ate them and have shitted<br />them out generously to this city’s soil,<br />made previously only of dead squirrels motor oil and newspapers,<br />now made also of cucumbers, this afternoon’s tacos<br />and the appleseed’s future apple-trees that should rightfully be growing from<br />your dead posthumous humus-dirt chest<br />sprouting in the center of your fertile pickled heart.<br /><br />To Spring---<br><br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-18784230221004398012010-02-10T14:24:00.000-05:002010-02-10T14:24:57.319-05:00school's out for the winter<center><br><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/4346064447/" title="school's out for the winter by elise largesse (anti fakers club), on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2723/4346064447_60839f38d7_o.jpg" width="450" height="672" alt="school's out for the winter" /></a><br><br><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/4346838460/" title="Untitled by elise largesse (anti fakers club), on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4346838460_d876300511_o.jpg" width="700" height="469" alt="" /></a><br><br><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/4346838702/" title="Untitled by elise largesse (anti fakers club), on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2786/4346838702_f42ffc8c76_o.jpg" width="700" height="469" alt="" /></a><br><i><small>edward and jenny on our roof / manhattan 2.10</i></small></center><br><br><br><br><br />
TODAY IS GREAT<br />
SNOW IS GREAT<br />
LUV U GLOBAL WARMING SEVERE STORMS<br />
COME ON BEBE LETS FROLIC<br />
AND THEN DRY OUR BOOTS BY THE RADIATOR<br />
AND HAVE A NICE NIGHT IN YOU AND I ON THE LOVE SEAT. <br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-20518102551068490912010-02-08T12:00:00.000-05:002010-02-08T12:00:44.572-05:00Unsure of your position in human history?<center><br><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/4324283626/" title="Untitled by elise largesse (anti fakers club), on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4324283626_effd52fc1c_o.jpg" width="450" height="667" alt="" /></a><br><i><small>hopkinton state forest, mass.</i></small><br><br><br></center><br />
There is very little that you can do to comfort yourself. <br />
At best, find someone to love, read Carl Sagan, and get out of your house before 10 AM every day. <br />
At worst, sleep. <br />
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It's okay. <br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-21831417043761514742010-01-27T16:37:00.002-05:002010-01-27T16:40:39.398-05:00It was a bird in a cage<center><br />
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I just had the most refreshing sleepless lay-down I've ever had. I feel so good, and new. Lesson learned: embrace your insomnia.<br />
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<big><b>HELLO AGAIN, EVERYTHING</b></big><br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-72251242544541875882010-01-25T21:28:00.006-05:002010-01-25T21:34:19.483-05:00I have not felt this sad or lonely in a long time, and now I have both<center><br />
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went over to cara's new apartment last night, she's got exposed brick walls and a back porch with broken down chairs. i read a psychological study years ago that stated a high correlation between cityfolks with exposed brick in their apartments and overall feelings of contentedness. but correlation aint causation.<br />
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still, though, she's got a back porch with a sky in it, places for us to all sun our bones when this place starts to thaw (and it will)<br />
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after dinner we all started watching music videos with high school party scenes, feeling happy and like we had a past, and eventually we came upon will smith and dj jazzy jeff's "summertime"<br />
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that song makes me want to wear belly shirts and hang out on stoops and on cara's new back porch with the BBQ going all smoky and arnold palmer in my glass. <br />
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i'm realizing a function of my switching from digital to film: all my summer photos are coming back now, and i can't write about anything recent anymore. i look through my boxes and get pictures of tomatoes and tan faces and beaches.<br />
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so let me tell you a little something about my winter<br />
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it's cold, it's good, it's a little nervous. someone said the theme of this year should be decadence and i agree. i want to sit with all of you in warm rooms and revel in it. drink hot drinks out of nice glasses and wear impractically fuzzy socks <i>that you can't even put shoes over</i>, that's what i want. <br />
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i like winter best, i'm a winter creature, i like wearing more clothes and i hate sweat. i like seeing my breath. wearing big coats makes me feel tough and eastern european, i like to think of everything in cyrillic and all us humans just crazy enough to brave it these few months. i like how awake the cold makes me feel. i like how the city smells clean this once each year. i like the dry sidewalks like we're in the tundra, in a cold desert where everything just rattles and everything is hard surfaces. cities are meant for the winter and so am I. <br />
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i even like when the cold drives people inside, like any other condition new yorkers can't handle, like any time before 8 am. the streets get desolate like morning and walking around in my two pairs of pants and hood and black jacket, boots and flannel, long johns and blanket, i'm alright. <br />
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three cheers for winter shivers &<br />
three chills for winter cheers<br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-23822493926097256582010-01-19T16:49:00.006-05:002010-02-01T22:07:48.940-05:00one girl girl-gang<center><br />
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as lil' kim would say, i was gone for a minute now i'm back at the jump off. (goons in the club 'case somethin jumps off.)<br />
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so everyone who's reading this is alive which means that we all made it through the worst of the winter darkness from hell, hope you're all at your artificial sunboxes basking and smiling because it only gets better from here. maybe vampires will finally become less popular. sunsets later and sunrises sooner folks<br />
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got a mason jar in my hand, some ones in my pocket and a sandwich in my stomach and it feels good to be back, i forgot how much my gang here loved to laugh loudly in restaurants, i forgot how good it feels to walk. forgot what a luxury the subway is, running all 24 hours (even the ungodly ones) and forgot how that agency to move is. no, i'm alright, i don't need you automobile, i've got the leaky tunnel and the plastic seats and the blackened tracks from here to anywhere. and im'a go. <br />
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what it really comes down to is <big>why not</big><br />
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what it really comes down to is <big>when,</big> and<big> let's</big><br />
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don't ask me what's happening because it's happening now so let's go.elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-45255741443000893562009-12-29T17:29:00.001-05:002009-12-29T17:29:42.597-05:00to you straight from the cascades access road<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyp1CtkNOUI/SzqC1i67fDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wYRlopDURQ8/s1600-h/1229091303-782599.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyp1CtkNOUI/SzqC1i67fDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wYRlopDURQ8/s320/1229091303-782599.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420788957912464434" /></a></p>I'm on the road with Rose on the West Coast. We reached Bend, Oregon and Cody's place last night, and climbed to a frozen waterfall this morning. Life is so fine. Motown on the car radio and soup in the near future and more cities and mountains and forests and grasslands ahead. Over, and out.elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-38344759191737428852009-12-18T18:52:00.001-05:002009-12-18T18:52:43.879-05:00she still lives in still lives<center><br />
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in addition to becoming one of those people who takes pictures of their cat i guess i've also become one of those people who makes GIF animations <br />
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gif + cat + elise = casualty of the internet<br />
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real post probably in 5 minutes<br />
love elise<br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-84007338036289791322009-12-01T19:36:00.000-05:002009-12-01T19:36:18.673-05:00if you don't have anything to say don't say anything at all<center><br />
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1. sociopaths<br />
2. "liking someone" a la 4th grade<br />
3. staying up all night to make sure you don't miss your 7 am bus<br />
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4. killing yourself over liking someone from 7 am til 12 pm on your way home (this is presumptuous)<br />
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g'night happy thanksgiving <br><br><br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-33875082748993928892009-11-02T14:49:00.001-05:002009-11-02T14:51:26.997-05:00things are getting a little haunted and strange in ways i don't like<center><br />
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possible causes:<br />
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1. reading too much science<br />
2. reading the wrong science<br />
2a. reading science<br />
3. sand in camera<br />
4. halloween not tired<br />
5. bad vision/need lenses<br />
6. living in nyc<br />
7. living in 2009<br />
8. the internet exists<br />
9. something tipped over my cup of nervous and it's all over the place<br />
10. bad at doing schoolwork and good at misconstruing badness-at-doing-schoolwork anxiety for a more cosmic-beastly-godly-ghostly anxiety<br />
11. installation of death clock on desktop<br />
12. impending return to land of memories (mass.)<br />
13. 13<br />
14. 14 is terrifying in China, look it up, also for teenage girls and boys, also for parents<br />
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Some of these I can't fix<br />
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Others I won't fix<br />
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Phew<br />
Aaghh<br />
Love<br />
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no but seriously i need to make more things<br />
maybe i need more floor space<br />
that means i have to leave manhattan (there are only closets left here in this borough)<br />
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OH WAIT and HAPPY HALLOWEEN<br />
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<i><small>cara & jarvis 10/09</i></small><br />
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so i've been getting some complaints about all my photos being from summer and none being from now<br />
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since i'm too broke to process my film<br />
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here are some bad digital photos of cara harassing our three footed four legged cat jarvis<br />
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i guess i'm turning into one of those people who takes pictures of cats<br />
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<i><small>nantucket island, mass.</small></i><br />
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<i><small>nantucket island, middle of july</small></i><small></small><br />
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well, we used a car, a bicycle, and our feet<br />
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it's funny how i wanted to go to The Promised Land (new york city) and now that i'm here i want to go to The Promised Land (new england)<br />
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i wish new york city hadn't gotten so heavy and immovable or else i'd dig it up and move it to somewhere in the berkshires<br />
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wish i could stop thinking about the particle accelerator<br />
wish i knew html as well as i did in 8th grade<br />
wish i had answers for everybody<br />
wish i could make paper snowflakes as well as him<br />
wish dancing was less socially conspicuous<br />
wish multivitamins worked<br />
wish i had more time to listen to jay-z<br />
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massachusetts + nyc = ULTIMATE PROMISED LAND<br />
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LETS DO THIS folks come on, gather your caterpillar owning friends and lets dig this damn city up<br />
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when i get to boston i'll send a postcard<br />
To: The City of New York<br />
Wish you were here!<br />
Love: Massachusettselise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-65563068912545348522009-10-20T16:28:00.001-04:002009-10-20T16:29:44.827-04:00I never was a listmaker until my brother told me he was a listmaker<center><br />
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This is the first year I've spent in New York City without a south facing window. It's taking a toll on me, or it might be that all of the plants died. Maybe it's that the nights have grown taller than their parents (the days) and now the nights bend and loom over all of us nightly when we take our seats in the pews at church. <br />
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Perhaps it is that we use coasters now. Possibly it is that I need an electric sunlight box. I can see myself sitting & warming my head in front of it in the dark (but not curtained) room while it's daytime outside.<br />
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Could it be that I decided to stay and (therefore) need to leave? Maybe. Maybe it is that I have sweaty palms and need a way to type that isn't so hot. Perchance it's that I haven't been taking my multivitamin, which doesn't have enough calcium or iron for vegans anyway, and makes my piss the color of a.) highlighter fluid or b.) cheap white wine by the name of Wally's Hut. I could posit relatively reasonably that it's the decline of my eyesight into complete and total oil painting oblivion and my residual former grade-school mortification coming into full bloom (<i>again</i>, like a pushy garage amaryllis or some shit) from the mere thought of wearing my magnifying glasses on my face and in public, therefore preventing me from reading anything (or even seeing anything particularly well) in the sunlight ever again, because in this city you can never be outside and alone, you have to pick one.<br />
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For all one knows it's that we forgot to pay the laughing gas bill and the landlord shut it off, or that there's a television in our apartment now that is mostly black-screened and frightening, or that it lately has been making that noise that the obelisk made in 2001 A Space Odyssey but our cat can't hear it, or that we have a coffee table and I'm often concerned about it, concerned about its well-being, not concerned that we have one.<br />
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Conceivably it is the giant wooden sailing-ships arrival of spell check, and nootropics, and digital point and shoot cameras, and digital watches, and protein bars, and cliffnotes, and energy drinks, and anything that makes people like me feel bitter for making things easy that shouldn't be easy because it makes people who can do hard things less special, or maybe it's the shame I feel when I misplace the I and the E except after C and take a sip of my red bull and look over at the VCR clock instead of my wristwatch and realize that it's been saying 12:00 --- 12:00 --- 12:00 --- 12:00 --- 12:00.<br />
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But the fact of the matter is, my cat keeps taking off his collar and hiding it (congratulations cat), the neighbors haven't knocked on the walls in a while, it was warm enough to let the breeze on your arms today, it's 4:24 pm which is a good time and I need a haircut which means I'm still alive. Dinner's tonight. Dinner's every night. And I've got a long long line of dinners stretching out forever into the vanishing point until I won't need dinners anymore. <br><br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-50606172232590467502009-10-12T16:13:00.009-04:002009-10-12T16:25:50.720-04:00all-weather home<center><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/3896046321/" title="sun nap by hello elise, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3896046321_976926fa23_o.jpg" width="450" height="679" alt="sun nap" /></a><br><i><small>my room in our nest in august (the light! so different now)</i></small><br><br><br></center><br /><br />Back in the days of hot breezes, no comforters, no sheets, jars of water, cold showers, open windows, sidewalk rain from the air conditioners, wrinkled air above the pavement, heat exhaustion, heat sleep, heat insomnia, the days shut in, the nights as escape, the reeking city, the boiling reservoir, the hot trash, the trashy shoes, the blackened soles, the sleeveless shirt, the laundry line, the pink haze, the brown haze, the wet fog, the thick kitchen, the slow waking, the sweated shoulders, the wiped brow-<br /><br />Back in those days I didn’t like any of it.<br />This is what we have seasons for.<br />(so we have the time to miss everything)<br /><br />Thanks Fall<br /><br><br><br><br><small>(& summer)</small><br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-25212978554506918022009-10-07T21:11:00.001-04:002009-10-07T21:13:05.521-04:00we walk away from the bonfire<center><br><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/3991803342/" title="we walk away from the bonfire by hello elise, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/3991803342_88a9f0a0c9_o.jpg" width="450" height="679" alt="we walk away from the bonfire" /></a><br><i><small>annalise, sagaponack ny 8/09</i></small><br><br><br><br>Walk away from the bonfire<br><br><br><br></center>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-21529893463244637662009-10-05T23:42:00.003-04:002009-10-06T00:00:44.320-04:00Reasons<center><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/3986278106/" title="Assorted Stars Of The Sagaponack Sky by hello elise, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/3986278106_c77b103cd6_o.jpg" width="750" height="2029" alt="Assorted Stars Of The Sagaponack Sky" /></a><br><small><i>Assorted Stars Of The Sagaponack Sky (In August) (In 2009) (Above Us)</i></small><br><br><br></center><br /><ul><br /><li>Embroiderer for the curtains that go behind people in photobooths<br /><li>because no cameras in the outside world<br /><li><br /><li>Also, rhythm of the church bells chiming five w/ the sirens.<br /><li>Someone took a photo to save you.<br /><li>And your blushed face from being drunk in wintertime.<br /><br><br><br /><li>Things want to exist.<br /><li>Things have been so been persistent about existing.<br /></ul><br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-19133297185236753692009-10-03T17:37:00.003-04:002009-10-03T17:43:29.110-04:00happy birthday, big brother<center><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/3978343686/" title="nate & robin by hello elise, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2435/3978343686_a27b99ed10_o.jpg" width="700" height="464" alt="nate & robin" /></a><br><i><small>nate & robin, nantucket island. july 2009</i></small><br><br><br><br>today is dedicated to<br><br><big>NATHAN LARGESSE,</big><br><br>the best brother of all time,<br />now twenty three years of age,<br />who i love with all of my heart,<br />who will do beautiful incredible things and make daring attempts and successes and have immense happiness as the giant squid of the largesse family.<br />happy birthday, nate. thank you for being my brother.<br><br><br />love,<br />elise<br><br><br><br><br></center>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269098932010409750.post-87105814554144286522009-10-02T14:12:00.003-04:002009-10-02T14:18:47.077-04:00Ouch Ouch, That's So Important<center><br><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/3896850448/" title="matthew by hello elise, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2462/3896850448_f16de5470e_o.jpg" width="700" height="464" alt="matthew" /></a><br><br><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/3896849248/" title="Untitled by hello elise, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3896849248_132e0e833a_o.jpg" width="700" height="464" alt="" /></a><br><br><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/helloelise/3896058507/" title="Untitled by hello elise, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2560/3896058507_eda2d0079d_o.jpg" width="700" height="464" alt="" /></a><br><small><i>matt and nantucket massachusetts 8/09</i></small><br><br><br><br /></center>Well my computer was broken for a week or so, and it reminded me to tell you to take extra effort in not spending 3 years of your life watching commercials, because apparently, most of us do by the end of it.<br /><br />And by "it" I mean the <i>end of your life.</i><br><br><br><br />Sincerely and Hopefully,<br />Elise<br><br><br><br>elise largessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474927185884562436noreply@blogger.com0