03 December 2008
Girl. I had to confess.
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25 November 2008
The Neighborhood
The current interaction taking place across the street, inside an apartment.
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19 November 2008
The Hair Cut
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10 November 2008
Soda Crackers & Ginger Ale
It usually hits me - about this time, and I have the sinking feeling, that I may, possibly, never make it out of the semester alive. The panic of the enormous load of work ahead, coupled with the very short amount of time allotted to complete it, creates a sick feeling in my stomach. And that in turn creates procrastination, which in turn, creates the sick feeling in my stomach.
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06 November 2008
"That rug really tied the room together."
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01 November 2008
31 October 2008
Fall In The City
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30 October 2008
Like A Popsicle In Summer
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It's Not That I Forgot About You
Here is a photograph from our walk last weekend. October has been hard. There is something ticking away inside my head, itching to get itself out, but it's waiting for something. Maybe it's waiting for tomorrow. We shall see.
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18 October 2008
Seasons
I realize it's been a quiet month. It's been quiet in my head as well. There is always hope for tomorrow. Perhaps when tomorrow comes it will bring with it thoughtful insights and creative wording. Or maybe not. Perhaps tomorrow holds more silence also. So I wait. That's how it is sometimes - quiet.
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08 October 2008
For Geoff
I would like to mention the fact that this video has 2,192,771 fewer views than a video of my niece. Now who's hot, who's not?
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07 October 2008
Not Exactly Clutter
The space under the antique couch has become the new resting place for the overflow of books in our home. Perhaps a bit ridiculous, sure - but we both enjoy the fact that you could now actually stick out your little hand and grab a book - from practically anywhere you plant yourself in our home. You'll find them stacked in bookshelves, and on bookshelves, in baskets, and on chairs, piled upon bedside tables, stuffed into kitchen cabinets and under furniture. Little pieces of stories that wander through our minds, and curl themselves up, under our couch.
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06 October 2008
October
... apple pie, scarves, chai, movies, slippers, pumpkins, leaves, coats, candy, walks, costumes, ghost stories, fires, autumn, butternut squash, cinnamon and nutmeg, blankets, colors, candied apples, wind, popcorn, candles, pumpkin beer, pink noses and boots. I love October.
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02 October 2008
Home.
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29 September 2008
My Niece is Cute.
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28 September 2008
Animals me no likey.
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City life.
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27 September 2008
Because You Can't Get Enough of this Crap.
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26 September 2008
Me. In Photo Form.
Thanks Ruby for this charming idea. Typically I cringe and run the other direction from these personality question things. But this one got me - couldn't resist. I have resisted, however, in including the questions that led me to pick these photos. I like it better this way, but by all means you can guess if you would like. I may not reveal the answer, but feel free to take a stab at my inner self persona.
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23 September 2008
It's Time.
Probably it's more correctly time for me to write something of significance - but my creativity and original thought have been sufficiently drained out. Sucked dry. Zombie brain is welcoming the arrival of the fall television schedule. Yes that's what it's time for. No, I don't feel that I'm wasting my life away in front of the television. No more than I am wasting it away sitting at my computer for 10 hours a day, everyday, writing papers. I'm a film major for gosh sakes, give me a break. I'm sure in some way it's my d-u-t-y to watch these shows. Don't you want to support my higher education goals? I mean, this is the big social to do right? This is what we're all hoping I achieve. You can't go questioning it now, just because it involves copious amounts of time in front of my television.
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18 September 2008
Four Years.
Your slippers are my slippers,
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17 September 2008
13 September 2008
Genius
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If I could phrase ideas this well, that would be awesome.
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12 September 2008
11 September 2008
Creativity and Origionality X 6 = Coffee
I am writing a paper. After that I will write another paper. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another. Not in an I-feel-like-all-I-do-is-write-papers, never ending, looping sort of way. It's really more of an I-have-six-papers-due-next-week sort of way. And when I say 'sort of way' I mean, it is that way. Clearly one or more of these papers is going to get a serious shaft on creativity. I'm only one person. Common.
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10 September 2008
It's the Great Paper, Charlie Brown
It's just a little past eleven o'clock in the evening. Therefore, it must be time for me to start writing a paper. Obviously.
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09 September 2008
Dear Roethke, Whitman & Frost
I just got my ass handed to me in a poetry class. Frost, I am sorry I ever thought you trite. I apologize for all those who made you seem so. Your brilliance and your depth astound me. I'm glad your poems did not mean what I had been led to believe. It was so surface - so patriotic, so quick and transparent. But that is not the case with you. It's the opposite I find. The irony and the puns have made me question, made me look, made me laugh. So shrewed and sharp-witted; you have added to my life.
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08 September 2008
Sunday Afternoons & Walks in the City
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06 September 2008
And So It Begins
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05 September 2008
30 August 2008
Stay Cool My Bebes
I only just got the internet back into my life a few days ago.
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18 July 2008
Impressive
James Harding, editor of The Times Of London, made quite an impression on me in what was probably about a 5 minute or so interview. But what else would you expect?
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17 July 2008
Magical English Cleaning Techniques Leave American Girl Bemused
I fear that my brilliant packing technique, may leave a bit to be desired. Clearly I am feeling a bit down a rabbit hole, hence my boxes have now started commanding passersby.
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16 July 2008
Yeah. And there's that.
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14 July 2008
Number fourteen.
It's done. After many a muggy, hot 'n zesty afternoon of looking at apartments we have finally found one. Yesterday we spent a few hours, a few horrible hours, "hoof-n-it" around downtown neighborhoods searching for THE place. The place with the light from heaven shining down on it, and choir of angels singing every time we looked in it's direction, making it abundantly clear that THIS is where we should live. However, all I seemed to discover was a lot of beautiful, quiet, mansion neighborhoods - which would be awesome if we were in that mansion-owning state of life... we are, not exactly there yet. A neighborhood that had a man with a pirate eye, and puddles in the sidewalk where birds were bathing. And a neighborhood with children terrorizing the sidewalks with small bicycles. However, no heaven-light, not even a burnt out heaven-light bulb. Nothing. I left our search, hot, blistery, grumpy, hungry, sweaty, demoralized, disheartened, annoyed, and hot. Also, I was hot.
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10 July 2008
I didn't even know
That my soul was looking for this book. But it was. Yours might also be. Probably is, you just don't know it yet.
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09 July 2008
Ay, Dios mio!
Moving.
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24 June 2008
The Wild Rumpus.
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