This song is brilliant, relevant in so many ways, and quite catchy:


Vienna - Billy Joel, The Stranger.

For you, dear creature.

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

Teddy Roosevelt

Monday is Color Theory and 'Peanut Nutter' from Trampoline 

This is how I start my day:

http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/

http://www.noorimages.com/index.php?id=splash

I could cry over the majority of these images. I really, really could. They are remarkable.

:)

This week has been one of the most powerful, and remarkable ones that I have experienced so far. I've felt the full might of human emotion this week; from being able to open my heart to someone I've been waiting a lifetime for, despite being so nervous, to completely letting another go without any fear of the unknown.
There are so many doors opening around me that I don't know where to look first. I welcome this new transitional phase with the utmost vim.
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait!

1st Solo Drive in Yuroke,Victoria

"I close the curtains and crawl back under the covers, but there's no way I can go back to sleep now. My head's too full of that enigmatic girl. A strange terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cadge, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will - over and over.
I switch the light on and wait for the dawn, sitting up in bed. I can't read, can't listen to music. I can't do anything but sit there, waiting for morning to come. As the sky begins to lighten I do sleep a bit. When I wake up, my pillow's cold and damp with tears. But tears from what? I have no idea"


- Page 236 of Kafka on the Shore. Haruki Murakami has a remarkable way with words. 

Raindrops on Toorak 

"Of humanity's bent twig, nothing straight was ever made"

Kant 

Yuroke Countryside, I & II 

Cake batter, cookie dough, kit-kat.

Pass

Today was a good day. 

Correction, it was a great day.  It was filled with milestones, excitement, and giggles. 

I passed my driving test, finally being able to feel as though the world really is my oyster. I had a grand sandwich and coffee for lunch in Ivanhoe, and then saw a film after my first solo drive.

The evening alluded to yet another drive, and a few hours spent on the couch reading after cooking dinner and doing some research for class.

Today was a really, really good day. 

The Coolest - Lupe Fiasco

Borders Travel

I saw this today, and can't say I was incredibly enthralled. Tim Burton's conclusion of Alice's pilgrimage back to Wonderland really didn't do the story, or Lewis Carroll, any justice. Then again, I'm not the biggest Tim Burton fan. 
I honestly prefer the striking Pan's Labyrinth when it comes to tales of this sort. 

This is my favorite image from the Spring/Summer 2010 Hermès ad campaign 

One month till New Zealand! 

Edward Hopper's Nighthawks 

Astrophotography, astrophotography, astrophotography! Dear god!
This is a field that I certainly plan on learning more about..

Beards from 2009