Lewis and Clark

Along with travelling in unknown wilderness and discovering new plants and animals, the Lewis and Clark Expedition encountered Native Americans of all different tribes and had to communicate their best for ethnological and survival reasons. This example of the language barriers was just funny to me.
"Our conversation with the Tushepaws was held thro' a boy whom we found among them . . . I spoke in English to Labieche. . . he translated it to Chaboneau in French- he to his wife in Minnetaree- she in Shoshone to the boy- the boy in Tushepaw to that nation."
-William Clark

Snowie Lyrics

I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold

I want to take you far from the cynics int his town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will hear the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change

Guys

Guys. I am so excited for fall. I am so excited for winter. Just the thought of the bitter chill of walking out the door, sweaters, boots, the necessary act of heading to the tea shop. Snowboarding. Pine Trees covered in snow. I can watch all these wonderful movies in the perfect environment. Today has been the first cold day of September, and I have been loving it. I just really like the cold season, especially in the city. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Joy Joy Joy! 

LIGHTS

Solitary Contentment

Yesterday morning was one of those unplanned, wonderful things. It was so simple. I woke up early, no alarm clock needed. French started at eight and, as always, it was a good class. My mind was stimulated and even the pretentious girl who sits next to me couldn't disrupt my flow. Along with our lesson, the Professor showed us the cutest short about two mimes who fall in love. Afterwards, I had no classes and walked back to my dorm slowly, taking in the campus that is so lovely in the morning. With a blank schedule in my hands, I decided to draw out Scott Pilgrim, took my jar of peanut butter, and wrapped myself in a blanket. My room was an ice box even with the sun shining through the window. I never watch movies in the daytime, but it was just what I needed. Myself, Scott Pilgrim, and my jar of peanut butter. Together we made for an excellent morning.
Solitary Contentment

A Perfect Day

Here is what a perfect day sounds like to me, right now. Waking up on a weekend morning knowing first that I have accomplished all of my weekly goals to their best extent. The day is crisp and chilly outside but the sky is clear blue. Watching one of my morning shows with my breakfast, then going for a long run. Afterwards, a shopping adventure for my fall wardrobe. When I get home I shower and put on my new clothes. My hair feels healthy and I am ready to go. I leave the house to spend time with friends; we run around and it is a blast. Eventually I end up with Ryan and we might cook something and watch a favorite movie. Right now Ratatouille would be my pick (of movie). The night is clear also but getting colder. When that is over we have a really good conversation and say goodbyes. I wake up happy the next morning.

This was a post to take up the ten minutes of boredom I had on hand before I left for class.

Style

My Outerwear

Do you ever think you have your style perfectly figured out? I am personally huge on expressing my perspective through my appearance. There are two overbearing styles that I feel are beautiful and comfortable on me. One is natural colors, baggy shirts, pastels, stripes, warm sweaters, light blue cigarette jeans, elegant earrings, incredibly natural looking hair. This style typically brings me to my mountain loving side. The other is short and side parted hair, large hooped earrings, tight shirts with flower designs and puffy sleeves, brighter colors, the cigarette jeans work here as well, short shorts, Yacht sunglasses, excessive rings, and intuitive shoes. This side wants to express my likes more literally through my clothes. It's like Emma Watson vs Lil Debbie. 

To understand what inspires my style in the first place, I'll fill you in. I am mostly doing this to understand myself. I love the feeling of old circus's, Indian tribes, New York in the summer time, Greek ocean sides, grown trees along the side of worthy brick houses, fall colors, winter tea time, the top of the mountain. The looks that connect with these things in my mind are the looks that I follow. There is also the side of me that lives in my nike shorts and longs to wear chaco's on my feet everywhere I go. I spend half of my time in that state.