Humanity I love you

Just a quick post

Last night I got to spend some time with two very very amazing friends who I don't see nearly enough.

Playing with dogs in the snow, eating chinese food at our favorite restaurant, eating milky coffee and popcorn and chocolate covered strawberries from Valentines day at my house, watching Miss Marple

Sometimes I feel bored and restless, and that nothing I do is important at all.




And then I remember them and I feel just the opposite.

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down
on it

-part of Humanity I love you by e.e.cummings

yum, reindeer...

...chocolate reindeer.
how adorable, in his natural environment of plastic confetti. Let us watch him explore the world about him in his iron basket- think of what we can learn from this magnificent creature!














Too bad he's edible.

Some images find their way into my head and stick for some reason... they usually emerge during family + consumer class. It's either draw, or learn good and bad character traits. Which one would you choose? Le duh.
Just a rough sketch. Really rough. She has antlers tied to her head, they aren't sprouting there naturally. I want to figure out a story for her- I'm not sure what kind, but she does indeed have a story. You don't go rocking that headgear for just no reason, you know.

So I have curly hair naturally...but last night I straightened it for a change and wonder of wonders- I COULD FIT A HAT OVER MY HEAD.
Okay, so it's a really slouchy hat and it barely fits over me even with my hair straight but NONETHELESS it is a hat.

I felt like a fairy today.

I got this white skirt from Topshop about 3 years ago when we visited England, and I've worn it about....2 times, without great success either time. But on fashion pirate's blog I saw a white tutu she had worn recently. Mine definitely isn't as epicly fluffy and awesome as hers, but it gave me the inspiration to dig this out of my closet and pin parts of it up to add more volume.
It's awesome when you finally figure out the right way to wear something...so thank you!!!

le sigh...now it is time for english homework...if i can fit it on my desk, which is slowly accumulating coffee and tea mugs yet again- I JUST CLEANED IT SUNDAY AND NOW LOOK AT IT SOMETHING IS SERIOUSLY WRONG. With the desk, not me, of course.

My favorite mug is another buy from England...I've never heard of 'Costa' coffee but I love how big this mug is! It takes both of my hands to hold it to take a sip, and it's actually really nice drinking coffee out of what is practically a bowl.

Anyway! Back to the English homework!

Adios!

of allll the white horses...

Hello!
Hmmm...i suppose my first post ought to have something more than just a greeting....
I created this blog a bit on a whim. I'm not sure how long it will last. It will be about everything I like- music, movies, art, books, poetry, photography, fashion, traveling...and some things that I don't like as well I guess. I first began reading fashion blogs this summer after seeing an article in the NY Times about fashionrobot...and I got a bit hooked. It was incredible to see how people all over the world could talk to one another through this- I could see part of the life of a person in france, or russia, people who were artists, fashion designers, photographers, or burger king people. Which is probably going to be my fate when the last of my bday money runs out.
So after some meandering and humming and harrumphing and haaahing, I finally decided to join in and be able to talk to these people myself rather than just reading their own blogs.
It also seems like a really good alternative to doing my homework.
I'm notoriously bad with computers...I'm frankly surprised I was able to create this blog in the first place. I will hopefully get better soon, but please bear with me and my technological ineptness for a while.

The name of my blog I got from one of my favorite Cocorosie songs. It sounds like a strange sort of fairy tale, and I decided to try to find out the meaning of it before I made it my title...this is what I found from an anonymous poster on songmeanings.com-
"The name Rainbow Warrior comes from the book Warriors of the Rainbow by William Willoya and Vinson Brown, (1962, Naturegraph Publishers). The book describes what the authors say are Hopi prophecies of warriors who would be mankind's key to survival. The legend says these warriors would appear at a dark time when the fish would die in the streams, the birds would fall from the air, the waters would be blackened, and the trees would no longer be; mankind as we know it would all but cease to exist. According to the legend man will someday destroy the world through his greed. The rainbow warriors will stand up to save the world."

It may not be accurate, but I like it =)

So hello! Prepare to be assaulted with pictures of my art, songs from my music, stories about my day....and my life in general =)

so
seeya

And his love for rainbow spirits
Jealous of their faithful heart-bond
And their dancing and their laughing
Made at last a league against them
To molest them and destroy them
Saint Noni wise and heart-strong
Often said to Rainbowarrior
"O my brother do not leave me!
Lest the evel spirits harm you!"
Rainbowarrior of two spirits
Gentle hand and lion-hearted
He laughed and then he answered
Like a child he softly whispered

We are Rainbowarriors
Evil come not near
Rainbow love awaits us
With hearts of love and tears

He's dead our sweetest mother
Loving father and our teacher
He's gone from us forever
He has moved a little nearer
To the master of all laughter
To the master of all song
O my brother, O my brother
Crystal brother of two spirits
Then we gathered in a circle
Stood round the rainbow fire
Burning embers hearts united
We remembered mystical beauty
If you look hard you can find a
Rainbow trail it's deep inside ya
Fear not you're a rainbowarrior
Golden light on everything gleaming

We are Rainbowarriors
Evil come not near
Rainbow love awaits us
With hearts of love and tears