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{berets and bongos} 56;

Posted on March 13, 2012 by Mackenzie

“the campus, an academy of trees,
under which some hand, the wind’s i guess,
had scattered the pale light
of thousands of spring beauties,
petals stained with pink veins;
secret, blooming for themselves.
we sat among them.
your long fingers, thin body,
and long bones of improbable genius;
some scattered gene as kafka must have had.
your deep voice, this passing dust of miracles.
that simple that was myself, half conscious,
as though each moment was a page
where words appeared; the bent hammer of the type
struck against the moving ribbon.
the light air, the restless leaves;
the ripple of time warped by our longing.
there, as if we were painted
by some unknown impressionist.”

-ruth stone, in the next galaxy.

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a song, winter;

Posted on December 21, 2011 by Mackenzie

if it were possible for a song to be my own personal winter, it would be this one. my roommate used to fill our near-empty old apartment with this song all the time. it echoed through the walls on a near daily basis and i always kept finding myself prancing to the beat of it when i eloquently made ramen noodles. or wrote letters. or read YA fiction.

 it reminds me of all the different homes i’ve had this year and was so lucky to call a home. and though the scheduling gods did not bless me this year and i’m sequestered in boston far away from my real home, i am actually still carrying this twinkly feeling i think each of us carries around during this month.

 it’s all kinds of twinkly, for me. and i hope it has the same effect on you.

 

 

 

{edit: so, i almost never watch the youtube videos to songs. i usually just put them on in the background and never notice the video aspect. which basically lead me to just posting the first video (if you got that in googlereader) without even noticing it was in fact, g.w. doing illicit acts. tooooootally my bad. but i hope it gave you a hearty chuckle and didn’t make you cringe in any way.}

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boston, rekindled;

Posted on November 27, 2011 by Mackenzie

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so i had the lovely pleasure to have not one, but two friends (i has two friends?) visit me this week! we feasted, pranced, and caused mayhem around the boston-cambridge area. i ate enough to hate myself, realized the magic of red lipstick, and had a squirrel get all up in my grill.

in short, my little flame of love for boston had been rekindled. i will not lie, since my bike was stolen and then two weeks later my iphone was literally grabbed from my hands* i had been feeling quite downcast about the status of my relationship with boston. for a week or two i really couldn’t find myself staring starry-eyed at the changing leaves, and i really only felt safe when i was safely in the emerson library, where i’ve basically been living since these events.

but there really is nothing like watching your friends experience boston for the first time. and it’s in that moment that a bunch of hoodlums really can’t take away your real love for a city.

*it was a two-high-school-boy operation. one distracted me by asking for the time while the other came up from behind and stole it. i ran after them and luckily the police was right next door so i got them to run after them. they caught one kid (that didn’t have my phone), but not the other that physically had my phone. but here’s the best part, i got to yell at the little ruffian! i did it in a very classy matter, but i really taught him a lesson. it was great, which is mostly why i am not too upset about it in general. yelling is awesome, guys. especially when you’re a typically docile creature, like i am.

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the view from here;

Posted on November 21, 2011 by Mackenzie

the view from here has been pretty swell, i’d say.

{1. searching through the stacks of my favorite bookstore.
2. the common on a particularly lovely day, not too many homeless men yelling at pigeons. 3.channeling my inner rory gilmore and making a study schedule for the next two weeks. you read right, study schedule. i am gross.
4. clomp-clomping on some crunchy leaves.
5. the holy trinity: tights, 2 dollar coffee, and classic lit.
6. can we all just appreciate this for a second? thanks.
7. the church near my dream house.
8. boston, you make me chuckle.
9. i love my psych text book so hard.
10. an afternoon stroll to the library with a stop near my favorite building ever.}

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letters to beantown;

Posted on November 3, 2011 by Mackenzie

dear new ikea bed, oh how i love you so. from spending the entire summer sleeping in the same bed as my bff (slumber partiez 24/7), and an air mattress from august to october, i just have to tell you that i basically love you more than puppies in wicker baskets. i might even be bold enough to say that i love you more than the $2 iced coffees to get me through  my terrible 2 hour long speech communications class. you make me feel like my room no longer looks like a crack den and that is a very good thing.

dear commute, i don’t want to inflate your ego too much because i’ve already flattered you before, but you are also pretty swell. the fact that you involve passing cute, bespectacled m.i.t. boys at 7:30 in the morning, a nice whiff of peppermint by a little coffee house, and the charles river makes me a very happy lady. try not to hurt my feelings once slush-filled, snowy january rolls around, okay?

dear view from the library at emerson, you are great and i think you know it.  you make studying for a speech exam quite pleasant. just try not to show me too many abortion protests and homeless men chasing pigeons, okay? they kind of bum me out. but other than that, keep on doing your thang.

dear harvard yard and memorial church, i love how large and imposing you are that i can basically never get around walking  through you. which is great, because why would i want to avoid such a lovely sight? also, watching tourists touch the john harvard statue cracks me up because everyone in cambridge knows how many harvardians have peed on that thing, amiright?

and finally…

dear iphone, you’ve kind of changed my life. i’m so glad that i went on random errands and somehow came back with an iphone (classic mackenzie).  i’m basically instagramming the shizz out of boston, and i have you to thank. be mine 4 ever?

 

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why doesn’t this surprise me;

Posted on October 31, 2011 by Mackenzie

{photo taken by one of my favorite regulars at work. i am fancy nancy. why is this photo unsurprising to me?}

have a ghoulish halloween, my little dears!
i myself will be pillaging cambridge of its sweet treats and eating my weight in apple crisp.
which is sort of a normal day for me anyways.

xo.

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this is what happiness looks like;

Posted on October 29, 2011 by Mackenzie

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happy is seeing a grown man in a business suit hold a cupcake.

happy is getting to pet a bernese mountain dog. plain and simple. i had to try very hard not to squeal out loud.

happy is getting paid to do the following: go to the harvard vs. princeton game with a coworker to hand out anti-dandruff shampoo samples to college-aged men (“and if they’re sh%^faced, even better!”- direct quote from my supervisor) for three hours and take their pictures as  they excitedly take the samples. this is mostly hilarious because i work at a bookstore (?!)

to order children’s books in german and latin (“harry potter und der stein der weisen!”= harry potter and the sorceror’s stone & “cattus pettasatus!”= the cat in the hat.)

and today i get to prance around harvard square with children in a fancy nancy costume.  i feel like i am getting paid to live in an episode of seinfeld. 

happy is getting the day off from work to go to your dream concert…then finding out the tickets are sold out….then finding extra tickets on craigslist.

happy is biking over the mass ave. bridge when it rained (and snowed?!) for days and you found you got antsy feet from not biking and having to stare awkwardly in the faces of people on the train.

happy is this wise little purchase yesterday. a sugar cone of chocoloate tofutti ice cream. and two books bought for….$1.50 total.  and the conversation that followed:

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dreamy bookseller: oh, are you buying these for a class? (i bought the book “hallo-wiener” and “a wrinkle in time”)
me: oh. um. no. i’m just a children’s books enthusiast! and that’s my favorite halloween book!
dreamy bookseller: yeah, i started to read it on my break, it’s pretty cool.
me: it’s the same guy who wrote “captain underpants” too!
*awkward silence*
me: oh, here’s my frequent buyer card.

my eloquence knows no bounds. why am i such a catch?

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i love my commute;

Posted on October 23, 2011 by Mackenzie

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that’s not to say that i don’t have mass amounts of biking road rage (oh, if you were in my mind, you would never think i was a lady. let me get that fact out there). and i do find it kind of liberating to yell at drivers who don’t understand that turn signals are allllllways useful.

but regardless, i love my commute.  i feel like a petite badass on my light-pink-and-turquoise-thank-you-very-much steed.

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scenes from beantown;

Posted on October 20, 2011 by Mackenzie

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 needless to say, it’s been a good week.

i found my dream house on my weekly stroll to the grocery store (currently searching for roommates. and a sugar daddy to fulfill this dream).

i have a date tonight (??!is the apocalypse nigh??!)

i rocked my mid-terms. they don’t even know what hit them (rorygilmore4lyf).

my ikea bed has officially arrived and been put together (no more air mattress! or sharing beds! yes! big-girl-pants status has been achieved! huzzah!)

massachusetts has been treating a girl right; museum visits, spontaneous trips to salem which involved more accidentally jumping into puddles than i’d planned, dinner parties, and lots of dancing around to this song (i’m just getting ready for their concert next month, that’s all!)

the lovely maya is coming to visit me for thanksgiving. my good friend from new college came last week and we ate as much free harvard food as possible at the 375th anniversary (do you see a theme here? i heart eating free private school food.)

and i’m going to new york next month for the quidditch world cup (!!!)

…as i am the team mom of my school’s quidditch world cup team.

 

(i’ll just stop right there before i embarrass myself too much).

 

(oh what was that? too late? oh.)

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cupcake scurvy;

Posted on August 5, 2011 by Mackenzie

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over the past weeks of working at a local cupcake bakery, i’ve self-appointed myself as the honorary “angel of diabetes” of boston. i close most nights there, which means many sad, little cupcakes that don’t have a home.

needless to say, when i can’t pawn them off to the rogue gentleman or homeless people or my roommates, they make their home in….my stomach.

also needless to say*, “breakfast” usually consists of…a cupcake. and lunch….also can include a cupcake. and a free drink from a local business that i bartered with….cupcakes.

i’ve joked with my co-workers at my other job (50 hour work weeks between two jobs also doesn’t help with my all-cupcake diet) that it is only a matter of time before i get “cupcake scurvy”. i realized i should probably meet a vegetable or two when i realized the only fruit i had eaten that week was a raspberry atop my favorite cupcake, the lemon raspberry.

so if you see a uber-smiley red head bumbling around cambridge , looking dazed and running after her shadow, just give me an orange and leave me be . that’s just me in a diabetic shock and sick with cupcake scurvy.

nothing out of the ordinary.

*my grammatical skills have also been temporarily impaired.

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