Halloween Nostalgia

Vintage before it was cool

I don't know about you, but Christina Ricci in the movie Casper was THE COOLEST girl I knew at 5 years old.  First off, she wore a totally awesome dress to her school's Halloween dance, (not to mention the fact that her school even had a Halloween dance.)  Add to that how seriously dreamy Casper was when he came to life for one dance with her--(that haircut!)--and needless to say I pretty much wanted to be her, in 1995 and many years after.

"If I'm going to kiss her, I count to ten, or I’ll pretend my whole family’s going to die if I don't, and then I do.  -- Andrew, 33

--taken from a piece I read on Cup of Joe today about guys' thoughts on kissing.  Too sweet!  

a little strange, a lot sublime

Not sure if this bodes well or ill for those sharing the road

Photo taken in Tigertown, USA. 

        When I was home for fall break, I went to see the new film The Ides of March.  I had heard great things about the movie which is based on Farragut North, a play written by a former staff member of the Howard Dean presidential campaign.  It certainly did not disappoint. . . .

But something managed to distract me from Ryan Gosling's beautiful face. . .

Late night+early morning+rush to finish paper,+TWO burnt pans of brownies(courtesy of bain-of-my-existence oven)+ one cut finger+car problems+too much homework = BLECH!  


Here's hoping tomorrow is better. . .


. . .or at least tolerable.

                      

"When I first moved here, I loved to ride the elevated trains, especially at night, when I could glimpse the thousands of glowing windows, each an indication of a life or a cluster of lives, as rich and difficult and sweet as my own. Glimpsing inside, seeing the moment when the lights go on — or off — is a confirmation of our likenesses, our common depths."

I read this today in article about New York and it made me think of  riding back to my homestay in Paris.  Looking into the windows of the apartment buildings always gave me the feeling the author describes, but also something else.  Dating back to my years living away from home in high school, a lit window seen from the street would strike me with a pang, reminding me more of the home I was missing then the place to which I was heading.  I'd like to think that this feeling has lessened over the years, as my sense of home has expanded to fit the people and places that occupy a larger percentage of my life.  And so luckily, with a few timely trips home, I can enjoy fully the cooling weather and the shortening days, and feel at home, even when away.