You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possibly can and down it comes in an instant, felled by a woman’s second glance, a child’s apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words I have something to tell you, a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mother’s papery ancient hand in the thicket of your hair, the memory of your father’s voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children. - Brian Doyle

Striped iceberg south of Cape Town

"In 1927, Felix the Cat became the first official parade balloon. Macy's filled the rubber animal with helium but didn't have a plan for deflating it when the parade was done, so Felix was just released into the air. He popped, of course, so the next year officials released balloons again, but incorporated release valves designed to let the helium leak out slowly over the course of a week. The balloons' release received much publicity; Macy's claimed that they would float hundreds of miles away from New York before landing softly in fields or people's yards. Stitched into balloons was a return address, and those who found one could return it to Macy's for a $100 reward. Unfortunately their flights weren't so peaceful. Out of five balloons, three landed in Long Island (one was torn to pieces by neighbors competing for the prize), one drifted into the East River, and one floated out to sea never to return. Stubbornly, Macy's tried the balloon release again, but in 1932 an errant balloon wrapped itself around a passing airplane's wing, sending it into a tailspin."

Knit Graffiti Street Signs

Molecool

first-ever photo of a molecule

And the living's easy

I have had the most beautiful summer full of waterfall slides, house shows, birds' nests, farm greens, bleached seashells, backyard barbecues, tree climbs, book mills, rickety swings, squeezed limes, swimming holes, fresh berries, faded notebooks, Swedish china, wicker baskets, best friends.

CLICK: Carroll Cartwright infiltrates the blogosphere.

http://theapaustle.blogspot.com/

By CLC, 10th grade.

It's okay that the shadow slants the wrong way.

Bestie

Erin is so Swedish that she is now featured in Swedish newspapers.


http://op.se/1.956501?current=4

Today I went to the Museu de la Xocolate. When you buy your ticket, they also hand you a chocolate bar. There was a big chocolate bullfight scene! There was also a chocolate portrait of the Pope. Sam and I shared a hot chocolate which was super thick so that it was like drinking hot chocolate cement mix and we got sick. But it was worth it.

I am off now to a bar called El Bosc de les Fades (Forest of the Fairies)!

If I don't post in the next few days, it is because I have been blown away by the hurricane.

Barcelona Beginnings

I live with Taylor, my new Delta Delta Delta babe roommate who is also a soccer star. She's tall and blonde and if I were a sportswear company, I would give her an endorsement in a second. We also live with Kirpal (8) and Arjean (11) who show me their fossils and their favorite cartoons. They know one song in English which we sang together at the dinner table: "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean". We also sang our ABCs both in Spanish and in English. They are vegetarians!

Our favorite restaurant here is Pita Inn, where we got cheated but it was so good we didn't even care. We just kept handing the guy more coins and he kept saying, "vale" until I had no more coins left and that was the end of that. We also stopped for tea and tomato salad which was muy caro and had raisins and some kind of rotten vinaigrette.

We saw hundreds of pigeons feasting in the plaza and their little black heads were bobbing all over the place in a huge undulating mass.

We asked an old man to take our picture and then he turned around and was blind but we'd already asked him and he said yes anyway and took it and miraculously we were all in it. Un milagro.

Tomorrow, medieval towns Besalú and Vic where I will visit an ancient Jewish mikva where medieval women would bathe when they had their medieval periods.

My short film "The Guest" is coming along, but (importantly) lacks a soundtrack. If you know anyone who does movie music, give a holla.

Dear Readers,

I write to you from a snowy Frankfurt airport. I am in my new really stupid looking bright white sneakers that I love (everyone should do Nike+) and my fanny pack (awesome) and a BRIGHT green messenger bag. Airport security was directing everyone through the lines in German and then they looked at me and said, “to the left”.

More soon!
SBC

ES

http://ltz.se/nyheter/krokom/1.381620

Publishing Press!

In the process of creating our first books. Up soon. In the meantime, loiter over our inspirations:

1. cross section diagrams and
2. the Highway 61 and Highway 49 junction and
3. thimble collections

Love,
Sarah

May, she will stay.

New York in the springtime is a veritable hell for an allergic. I have to switch off between eyes when I write my papers, because I always have to be scratching one. I think I should have twice the time alotted for assignments seeing as I have half my faculties of vision.

RB

March 2008 Vogue, page 312.

SC

March 2008 Teen Vogue, page 169.

You may wonder why I'm not studying for my Physics final right now. I'll tell you. It is because I am teaching myself something more useful - bike gymnastics. Here's what I'll be able to do soon:

Due to an excessively high demand, the time has come for another post!

Agenda:

1. Today I was informed of the existence of mini horses.

2. Three reputable sources in my Spanish class spotted Jerry Seinfeld leaving Milbank Hall yesterday. It would only logically follow that he's enrolled his child in the on-campus toddler center that I, tucked away behind a one-way mirror, will observe next semester in Psychology class. This is big news.

3. One of the mini horses a.) travelled on an airplane while b.) wearing shoes.

Until next time, SBC

You know what? You wear overalls.

I would advise you not to actually watch this video. It's rather threadbare, to say the least, but the song itself is magnificent and monumental.



At about 1:35 he squawks "What!" It's good.

You should put it on while you're admiring this:

http://kids.aol.com/pets-and-animals/pets/photo-gallery/fabulous-pugs

I myself am partial to Spock Pug, Henry VIII Pug, and Genghis Khan Pug. But don't take my word for it.

Happy O.D.B. Day!