I love Joanna Newsom. I'd be lying if I said I didn't try to emulate her a little.

Will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me?
Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?
My love, I swear by the air I breathe:
Sooner or later, you'll bare your teeth

But for now, just dance, darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
Darling, there's a place for us
Can we go, before I turn to dust?
Oh my darling, there's a place for us
Oh darling
C'mon will you dance, my darling?
Oh, the hills are groaning with excess
Like a table ceaselessly being set
Oh my darling, we will get there yet

study jams (more of the same):

The Fugees "How Many Mics"
Martha & the Vandellas "Jimmy Mack"
Beach House "Gila"
Stereolab "Puncture in the Radak Permutation"
Wilson Pickett "In the Midnight Hour"
Simon and Garfunkel "The Boxer"
Inverness "Forest Fortress"
The Fresh & Onlys "Feelings in My Heart"
Broadcast "Winter Now"
Tom Petty "You Got Lucky"
Washed Out "Feel It All Around"
Neon Indian "Terminally Chill"
Dungen "Sluta Folja Efter"
Architecture in Helsinki "Wishbone"
Discovery "Swing Tree"
Beach House "Lover of Mine"
Wings "Uncle Albert/ Admiral Halsey"
Joanna Newsom "Monkey & Bear"
Beyonce "Single Ladies"
Wolf Parade "You Are a Runner and I Am My Father's Son"

Doing research for my paper on women, power, and the archaeology of ancient Rome, and I came across this passage about Augustus:

Indeed, I would argue that the much-discussed colloquialisms
in his writing style (who could forget ‘quicker than boiling
asparagus’?) must be understood as a rather sophisticated form of
self-characterization. Not unlike the ‘untrained’ speakers who
appeared before juries in classical Athens, Augustus knew the ideological
value of sounding like an ordinary man. (Milnor 2005: 86)

I almost wish that I could write 30 pages instead of just 15. I wish I had the time. With 15, I can only cover a basic review of the archaelogy of ancient Rome, and I have no passion for archaeology. I'd love to be able to talk more about power, symbolism, encompassment (Marx, Foucault, Geertz, Dumont, etc).

The myth of the Danaids and the statues of them in the Augustan Palatine complex blew my mind. This is why I love anthropology.

I want to go to there:

Joshua Tree, CA





IT (da Venezia a Napoli)











Rothenburg



Tanzania (Kilimanjaro and Zanzibar)





Madeira Island







Tahiti



Bora Bora

I had the most incredible dream last night. I was with a group of people, and we were running through an old town that reminded me of something out of a storybook. Some one was chasing us, and we ducked into some tunnel and suddenly we were sliding down this rocky tunnel that was narrowing around us. I remember thinking "if this were real, I would be so claustrophobic. I would be freaking out." Then we slid into this pool that looked like a natural rock feature with tall, smooth but rocky walls. The rocks were creamy-white, the water was turquoise, sparkling and the sky above was plum and pink. I couldn't clearly see the people that were with me, but I knew that I was not alone. I'm not sure what happened immediately after that. The next thing I remember, I was with a guy and I think we were still being followed but I didn't feel any sense of imminent danger. We were walking through a garden with ivy covered walls. The air around us was grey and misty. The leaves on the ground were damp and dark. Then we were in a greenhouse or a small room in the garden. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. He picked me up and put me on counter with terracotta tiles that ran the length of the small room. On the adjacent wall there was a gigantic framed mirror that was resting on the floor and reached all the way up to the ceiling. I wrapped my legs around him and watched him kiss my neck in the mirror in front of me. He had light brown skin and wavy dark, longish hair. He reminded me of you in his mannerisms, but he wasn't you. I was wearing a soft, almost fuzzy ivory sweater and black boyshorts. My hair was wild like a lion's mane.

Then it went into something crazy with superheroes and rising water and beds and flashing lights. I can't make more sense of it than that.