march in photographs

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running lists I keep as the year unfolds:

art seen
films seen
books read
places stood
places traveled
foods eaten
words learned
things learned
small victories
moments I want to remember

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record stores I have loved:

criminal records (atlanta)
wax-n-facts (atlanta)
mississippi records (portland)
jackpot (portland)
everybody's records (cincinnati)
peaches records (new orleans)
wuxtry (athens)
wuxtry (atlanta)

(spent some time at wuxtry today)
(happy record store day, y'all)

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things worth celebrating this glorious friday:

level seventeen reached in french
solid foods now properly digestible
ava's art scholarship

(AVA'S ART SCHOLARSHIP!)

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things I am profoundly grateful for today:

ginger ale
soda crackers
library books
cool washcloths
ice chips
open windows
netflix

(I cannot remember the last time I was this sick)

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brushes with celebrity (the order in which they occurred):

evander holyfield, in the stairwell at an ailey show 
digable planets (sans ladybug mecca), on a brooklyn street corner, right after their first album came out 
kriss kross, at an atlanta movie theatre concession stand, whom I inexplicably felt compelled to tell just "how great I thought cherry slushies were"
sigourney weaver, at the moma gift shop, towering over the art books
lauren graham, at a los angeles antique shop, bored 
isaac mizrahi, in the village, walking a teeny tiny toy dog 
andre 3000, at an atlanta movie theatre, wearing a periwinkle silk turban
I REPEAT, ANDRE 3000 AT A MOVIE THEATRE, WEARING A PERIWINKLE SILK TURBAN
carrie brownstein, at my target in portland, looking at the same cheapo clothes I was
natalie portman, shopping for vintage on the lodekka bus while I was working there, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses and bejeweled flip flops in the middle of summer
maggie gyllenhaal and peter sarsgaard, in park slope, magical land of magical brownstones, yoga mats in tow

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streets I'd walk down right now, if I could, part one:

doyer street (new york)
burnside ave (portland)
royal street (new orleans)

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words I had to stop and look up in the dictionary in march:

truculent
querulous
propinquity
untinctured
impecunious
connubial
panegyric

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things I cannot live without, part one:

the library
the ocean

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things seen on the drive home today:

rotted barns
tiny towns
uprooted trees
barbeque shacks
yard sales
ominous clouds
confederate flags

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things we stopped the car for today:

boiled peanuts
a road lined with live oak trees
a hand painted PEACHES sign 
googie architecture
a coke from mcdonalds
a favorite book store
pimento cheese
coffee
coffee
coffee

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things found today:

a jellyfish, beached
unusual calling cards
a pen shell, nearly completely intact
a hidden spiral staircase
the village lip lickers lip balm from my childhood
a coppery colored olive
small pieces of driftwood
an old photograph of five women standing at the stern of a boat
a teeny tiny eastern auger
soft air

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portraits I desperately wanted to make today:

of the woman in the calico bonnet, sitting next to the fountain

of the girl wearing the peach-colored prom gown on a tuesday afternoon

of the guy scream singing rock the casbah, cigarette dangling

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books I read in march:

how art can make you happy (bridget watson payne)

the complete stories (zora neale hurston)

pride and prejudice (jane austen)

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on this first day of april:

jokes, played
donuts, devoured
nails, painted
suitcases, packed
spring break, sprung