i have an online photo account! :
http://s762.photobucket.com/albums/xx261/ingridporsche/me/

actual interesting photos not of me to come i promise.

today; first sudden red maple buds begin to peek as reddish hued peaks surprise slender young branches and a swath of late afternoon sun stretches over saturated treetops.

the way the wind swept half-wet leaves across the road. i felt like fall all day.

link to my youtube account for no particular reason : http://www.youtube.com/user/ingridporsche

just had my first homemade espresso! and who knew there was such a thing as 'artisanal espresso'. i doubt my cheap used espresso maker is up for that. but i love it anyway.

yay for healthcare!!!

i don’t think i’ve ever been in love. and i wonder what it must feel like. sometimes i wonder if i’m broken, if i’m even capable of loving someone. and yet i feel as though i could give myself to it completely, if only something. if only something.

feeling bored tonight and slightly hypomanic; i may have several comments to make. probably rambling.

i’ve discovered i much prefer edith wharton to henry james. to me there’s something distant about the latter and something close and real about the former. and the closer and realer something is, the more beautiful. sad stories all the more.

to feel close and real forever. to feel filled with emotion always.

the description of the heroine in wharton’s ‘summer’, which i’m currently reading, says 'to all that was light and air, perfume and colour, every drop of blood in her responded.’ i feel this way so often. the senses heightened, so alive and awake to the world.

bursting with feeling with nowhere to go but to become words on a page.

darts and curls of self-doubt, seeping endlessly in.

and a handwritten letter.

i need an espresso machine.

wind roars like a slowly advancing army. rain like a marching of hollow footsteps.