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summer ta-da! list;

Posted on May 30, 2012 by Mackenzie









listen to cape cod kwassa kwassa while at cape cod.

take millie, the bike, down to the cape.

buzz my head. oh whoops. did that.

plan epic road trip.  (any good books i should download on my kindle for the trip? is it sad that this is my main concern?)**

concerts concerts concerts. regina spektor. the kooks. cake. two door cinema club. santigold. jukebox the ghost. laura marling.

take trapeze classes.

more swing and contra dancing.

rock climbing at m.i.t.

visit vermont= i’ve officially been to all of the northeastern states. and caused mayhem in all of them.
(that time i fell off crotched mountain in new hampshire. that time i bought chocolate wine at a quidditch retreat in maine. that time i pretended i dated someone who went to brown in rhode island. that time i forged an unlikely friendship with a boston squirrel.)

lavender lemonade + sangria drinking on the stoop. on the beach. on the curb. in a boat. in a house. in a tree. sam i am, i love sangria and lemonade. yeah.

decaffeinate myself (lolwhoops @ my iced turkish coffee + tweaking out hardcore at wired puppy).

pet all the bostonian puppies. all of them.  i think i’ve said “sorry to interrupt you, but i have to pet this dog really quick” to a friend at least 12 times. i even did that in the middle of a date. so, this is a very possible goal.

*ta-da! lists, like to-do lists but without all the dread! trademark mackenzie filson 2007-2012.

** also, if you’d like to do a guest post while i am in the midst of my travels down the east coast it would be much appreciated! email me at mackenzie{dot}filson{at}gmail{dot}com for info.

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excuse me, is this mic on;

Posted on May 27, 2012 by Mackenzie


{almost exactly a year ago.}

if you haven’t noticed it, my favorite tag for posts recently is “that’s why i’m single”.

it originated in my junior year of high school. it started as a game to (somehow?) get my bff over a really turdish ex-boyfriend of hers (who once yelled at me for offering him a homemade cookie, a real catch). whenever any of us did something horridly embarrassing or unattractive, we’d say in a sing-songy voice, “that’s why you’re siiiiingle!”.

the friend eventually got over the dude, we lost a lot of shame, and we still play the game to this day. it’s become harder and harder to top each other on being just completely undesirable (conventionally speaking, obviously. because come on, weirdness is the spice of the dating world)

but guys, i think i won.

i was reorganizing my new bookshelf (don’t say it, i already know) i found a random journal i wrote some notes down in last year. i found a gem to win all the games of “that’s why you’re single. i’d also like everyone to know that right above this gem is a post-it note that has “TRISH, THE CURSING CROSS-STITCHER” written on it in gel pen, which i assume was a character i was trying to develop. i rest my case.

so without further ado, a white girl rap (my favorite canon is it sad that this isn’t my first one?) from exactly 361 days ago. it doesn’t get any more (conventionally) undesirable than this:

white girl rap, take two. 
yo, yo check it. 
i got my vera bradley and my skinny jeans 
my skin ain’t white, it’s oxi-clean.
all these other bitches be tryna’ start a fight
but i ain’t got time, bachelorette’s on tonight.

these haters think they know me
think they know my life.
but do they really know about my white girl strife?

split ends, cracked iphones, liberal arts colleges,
daddy issues, veganism, boys that won’t acknowledge us!
now get this, being a white girl is hard
we have to update our blogs and try not to fart

pretend to be vegan and stop eating gluten
crushes on “bad boys” and have opinions on putin.
and now here’s my home girl, D(J.Crew), 
my brooks brother from another mother and her palomino, boo. 
 

goodness gracious.

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i am overflowing;

Posted on May 21, 2012 by Mackenzie


the other day i was sitting in my bed, smelling my new ikea lingonberry candle,  stomach full of “swedish” cinnamon rolls. and i started shaking a bit.

my whole body was buzzing, not even from my new-found caffeine addiction.

or high fructose corn syrup lovingly dolloped atop the cinnamon rolls.

i was just so overcome with how fantastic everything is.

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ta ta for now;

Posted on May 18, 2012 by Mackenzie

loljk. i wish. but the first part of this picture is very, very true. i’m off to maine for the weekend!

and yes, this trip is quidditch related.
and yes, it is a quidditch retreat for all new members of the executive board of the club.
and yes, i do wonder how i sleep at night.
but yes, i do know this is probably why i am single. no regrets.

but until then, have a lovely weekend, dears!

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my mother, the legend;

Posted on May 15, 2012 by Mackenzie

my mom is a legend.
she tells the best dirty jokes.
she is constantly stopped by friends in the grocery store.
even when we are 30 miles away from home.
she once thought it was a good idea to put mayonnaise in a soup.
thus giving rise to our new favorite southern exclamation, “HOT BUBBLIN’ MAYONNAISE THAT’S AWESOME.”

she always makes sure stray dogs have a bed/yoga mat/ bit of cool tile to sleep on until we can find them a home.
and best of all, she is a world-class texter:

happy  mother’s day, “cletus”.

i am very glad you birthed me.

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{berets and bongos} 64;

Posted on May 9, 2012 by Mackenzie

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“one grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.

one not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.

one fine day.”

-lawrence ferlinghetti, recipe for happiness in khaborovsk or anyplace.

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{berets and bongos} 63;

Posted on May 1, 2012 by Mackenzie
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 ”…she collected dictionaries
as other women take up men
and shelve them:
manuals, grammars, teach Yourself
german, malay, italian, swahili, welsh,
like a passion for clothes that would hang
unworn in the dark,
for peridots, garnets, amethysts, pearls
in a shut case, nouns declined.
each unknown word shone with delicious fire
and the alien phrases silked her skin
with their genders and connotations.
she might have been the end house
on the waterfront of macau
welcoming every sailor in.
but the longing for many tongues
to part her lips – si, igen, ja,
ah oui, yes, yes –
was departure’s smile,
a leaning to the wind
that sweeps a glitter of light
across the sea and sets a silvery chill
at the neck. quick, to those books
guarding the mantelpiece,
ISBNs snug as a span of days;
to bread and fruit and sparkling wine…”

-jan owen, the return.  

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{feed the mackenzies} 5;

Posted on April 26, 2012 by Mackenzie


earl grey chocolate cupcakes with creamy vanilla frosting.

okay, wipe the drool off of your sundress. get yourself together, woman.

these cupcakes were both a literal and metaphorical mouthful when i told the guests at my 21st birthday that they would be the lucky recipients of these bad boys. plus lavender lemonade. plus this recipe of witches brew (yes, it’s sangria. and no, i will never stop calling it witches brew, ever).

yes, i am accepting offers to be on the guest list of my 22nd birthday. stand behind the velvet rope, please.

regardless, i dreamt about these cupcakes for months. i usually plan parties because i want to merit a new, crazy-seeming baking project + have twenty willing victims to taste-test it. ergo, earl grey chocolate cupcakes.

guys, i cried when i put one of these in my gullet. after i put the (shockingly bright green) frosting with purple zombie sprinkles on top of it, it was beautiful. it was like getting a back massage while watching “the princess diaries” and someone is feeding you a bowl of pasta, all at the same time. that kind of beauty.

but really, this recipe was deceptively simple. i dare you to mess this up. and then feed me the “mess ups”, because they will still be delicious.

1. take your favorite chocolate cake recipe (vegan or not, the one in this cookbook is my favorite. i also got my lavender lemonade recipe from here).

2. grind up six packets worth of earl grey tea in a coffee grinder until it’s a fine powder.

3. fold in to cake batter, bake according to directions. ice to your liking (i use the basic recipe from isa chandra, goddess of vegan baking). i think lavender icing would be BOMB on this kind of cake, but i was too lazy to make two lavender-y sweet treats. first world problems, much?

4. win the admiration and praise from all of your friends and immediate family members. bask, homegirl. bask in it.

and remember; pinkies up when eating these cupcakes, darling.

other feed the mackenzie posts:

versunkener apfelkuchen (german apple cake)
cinnamon apple crisp 
pumpkin cake with cranberry glaze
creamy vegan (spicy as shizz) tomato soup 

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sixteen candles and blog news;

Posted on April 25, 2012 by Mackenzie

{as celebration of this momentous day, i went deep into the disney vault to find a video i made about blogging with my mom’s dog, oliver, back when i still had hair. bask in the awkwardness with me.}

anyone notice anything different?

yup. whatever, gatsby is all grow’d up! she’s got her own domain name and everything. after nearly three years of ownership of what i often call “my baby”, i figured it was time to get rid of my pampers and do the deed.

i sort of feel like molly ringwald when she observes herself in the mirror to see if she looks  or feels different in “sixteen candles”.

i didn’t get “boobies”, per se, but i feel a different air about my little space in the interwebs. and i didn’t have to get felt up by a grandma to get to that point plus no one forgot my birthday in the process. and i’d call that a win.

so update your readers, dearies! that is, if you still enjoy getting a fresh plate of , what i hope is enjoyable, poetry, ramblings about me being creepy, and twilight zone references. because that shizz is timeless, right?

 

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{berets and bongos} 62;

Posted on April 24, 2012 by Mackenzie
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“you give me flowers resembling chinese lanterns.
you give me hale, for yellow. you give me vex.
you give me lemons softened in brine and you give me cuttlefish ink.
you give me all 463 stairs of brunelleschi’s dome.
you give me seduction and you let me give it back to you.
you give me you.
you give me an apartment full of morning smells—toasted bagel and black
coffee and the freckled lilies in the vase on the windowsill.
you give me 24-across.
you give me flowers resembling moths’ wings.
you give me the first bird of morning alighting on a wire.
you give me the sidewalk café with plastic furniture and the boys
with their feet on the chairs.
you give me the swoop of homemade kites in the park on Sunday.
you give me afternoon-colored beer with lemons in it.
you give me d.h. lawrence,
and he gives me pomegranates and sorb-apples.
you give me the loose tooth of california, the broken jaw of new york city.
you give me the blue sky of wyoming, and the blue wind through it.
you give me an ancient city where the language is a secret
everyone is keeping.
you give me a t-shirt that says all you gave me was this t-shirt.
you give me pictures with yourself cut out.
you give me lime blossoms, but not for what they symbolize.
you give me yes. You give me no.
you give me midnight apples in a car with the windows down.
you give me the flashbulbs of an electrical storm.
you give me thunder and the suddenly green underbellies of clouds.
you give me the careening of trains.
you give me the scent of bruised mint.
you give me the smell of black hair, of blond hair.
you give me apollo and daphne, pan and syrinx.
you give me echo.
you give me hyacinths and narcissus. you give me foxgloves
and soft fists of peony.
you give me the filthy carpet of an east village apartment.
you give me seeming not to notice.
you give me an unfinished argument, begun on the manhattan-bound f train.”
-rebecca lindemberg, dispatches from an unfinished world.

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