Sunniesdreams.

‘tis the time of year when the kids get tired of it.

we are SICK of it!

it’s the time when we’ve just recently been able to peel off our metallic legwear and dark denims, kick off our trompsing boots and woolen socks, slide into our cotton blend shifts and short-sleeves, and use our sunglasses to actually protect us from UV rays rather than just because the dull glare of the “sun” peeks out from the hill we happen to be trudging over. yes, there are blooms again, we hear birds again, and we see smiling again.

the winter seems to be gone.

and then…it happens again. the april teasing leads to rainrainrainrainrainrain and more chills. we forget about the spring except for the scents wafting through the humidity and showers, the more delicate clothes we long to be wearing, and the promises of mint juleps, long island iced teas, and sangria we just know we’ll be enjoying on our balconies and porches at weekend dusks…

so to muse on things that are my own brand of this patient desire for the brief Boston spring leading to the delightful summer of the city i would love to share with you a secret that isn’t so surprising:::

i have fallen in love

with these:::

the shapes, oh the shapes. karen walker really had nice thoughts in her head for these sunnies. they are exaggerated, but classic enough that one can wear them as a statement. however, the statement doesn’t necessarily have to be a pronounced one. they can either be worn as the statement or as the back-up coordinate. what joy. as a sidenote, the campaign for this eyewear is quite effectively packaged as well...alas, a poor sucker i am for crisp photos and pretty smiles.though, i’m quite taken with most all of the shapes and i really take special interest in the fluoro green rectangular frames. if only i could actually justify spending money until july 6^th [wink wink, m’dear]. but no, alas…there’s a good reason why i’ll be remaining positively gaga over these without satiation as I dream of the spring and the summer and the delights and activities and people to come…

signing out to discuss a dj set for tomorrow night, to study “the continuing impact of infectious disease,” and to keep trudging til the sun remains a fixed presence in my days… enjoy yours.

Reality? check!

or atleast on the coming horizon.

yes, that’s right. its time for 16 years of continuous schooling to take a brief pause as i graduate in exactly 20 days. i am not trying to be nostalgic [yet], nor am i soliciting any feelings for pity, joy, jealousy, or various other emotionally unneeded conclusions. it is simply a statement that generally due to the, well –meaning-, of the notion of graduation insinuates that a moving on to other, somewhat better, options and –dare i say, futures- likely follows the event.

for many a graduating senior, this glorious day means REAL JOBS, TRAVEL, INTERNING, MOVING, NON-PROFIT WORK, VOLUNTEERING, GRAD SCHOOL and much, much more!

so. i, yet again, find myself contemplating what i [me too!] should be fretting about come 18 May. what shall it be ladies and gents? well, actually let’s be honest, i have to stick around the Boston area because i was tempted by wayward travels, far-off places, and new delights. in other words, a requirement for my concentration of study must be fulfilled in order for me to receive my diploma [huzzah class of january 2009!].

but really [and isn’t that what the focus of my title suggests?], should i not spice up the rest of my time here? no, surely I should. therefore [sound your::: drumroll, triumphant/regal horn flourish, short techno interlude, or any other what-have-yous], come 19 May, i resolve to get down to blogging and sewing business. yes, all those shirts, skirts, posts, dresses, recommendations, and nonsense i’ve promised is forthwith coming to a computer screen near you. this is a horizon that is very near, folks. very very near.

and wellwellwell, what have we here?

a little smidge of goodness to remind us all that the world can simply be there to make us laugh at times. this specific matter came to me yesterday evening after huffing and puffing my way via bike ride [over the cambridge avenue bridge, blechhh#@%!] to the last buffet at grasshopper with the “family” of friends. my little masha was waiting for me there and expounded on the matter at hand. after viewing for myself, i realized that i must immediately bring it to the attention of the people who might perhaps stop by to check this blog on occasion, or even you[!] a random passerby. so without further ado, i shall unveil the wonder and amazement. this is an ad that is found on page 49 of the latest Weekly Dig, a free-of-charge weekly publication found in those ever-present metal drop-boxes around the Boston area. the issue this week centers on the event/ideas of ROFLCON, which is quite a kitschy notion to present in print media form [good vocab to know for a richer understanding:::meme]. now honestly, i really don’t much care for the style writer that they have on staff, as i think more than anything that she is just some lucky girl who studied some sort of communications and happened to need a job when the Dig needed a style writer. in other words, i don’t like everything/one that is spouted, discussed, and raised in the publication. yet, if there is one matter that totally and completely makes me okay with the Dig for the rest of our lovely [but perhaps shortlived] days together it is this, lo and behold my dears:::

yes. in reality. this bad boy exists. look it up if you believe me not.

discuss.

signing out with a shrug, shudder, and sigh to face the rain. on the bike.