13.

Value added.
Here’s to a day of affirmation, worthiness, & hope.

Listening: Belle & Sebastian, Piazza, New York Catcher

12.

There was a parade this afternoon. Complete with children’s bands, camels, and fire trucks. Laughing hurt because of my epic brunch. Old times and new times have blended amazingly well recently.

Listening: The Avett Brothers, Paranoia in B Major

11.

I’m not especially good at this, am I?
But there are still the New York apples to be considered: crisp, white, and sweet, like the snow that should be on the ground and isn’t.

Listening: Fleet Foxes, White Winter Hymnal

10.

Mmmmmm. Layers.

I should have known there was no way I would make it to Avery today. There’s something sacred about the first snow, too pure to admit travail.

Listening: Andrew Bird, The Naming of Things

9.

A mother’s mother’s mother’s recipe never fails.

Listening: TV on the Radio, Stork & Owl

8.

With an exam & forty pages of research papers to go, plus an inexplicable tendency to go bare-legged in below-freezing temperatures, my trust lies in five pounds of Darling clementines to keep me healthy…

Listening: Beirut, Mount Wroclai (Idle Days)

7.

I have a new topographical crush — Western New York. That, and I think playing with goats must be the best Thanksgiving activity of all time.
Listening: Josh Ritter, Girl in the War

6.

A whirlwind class trip to Baltimore: the beauty of the utterly devoted mind, vivid leaves, local ale with people who just might turn out to be friends – needed reminders of the worthy objects of my life.
Listening: Schubert, Winterreise {Der Wetterfahne}

In which I break the rules.

Dear readers (all zero of you), I bring you glad tidings: my lovely friend Allison has been writing a really great blog about her adventures in natural living, sustainable wedding plans, and all-around college greatness. And to top it all off, she’s having her first giveaway! So you should enter. Only not. Because then you would diminish my chances. But really, you should go enjoy her blog.

5.

Too bad. It was such nice knitting.
But I suppose with knitting you learn, above all, that form without function is void.

Listening: Peter Case, Lakes of Ponchartrain