messy maisies

life advice

2010-08-03T22:03:00.000-07:00

borrowed from so much to tell you

starry starry night

2010-07-16T02:12:00.000-07:00

astronomy picture of the day is set as my homepage, so every time i get online i'm greeted by the night sky in all its wonderful forms. some of the pictures are absolutely mindblowing. it's run by NASA and they give an explanation with each photo, which are always really interesting but still understandable for those with limited astronomical knowledge such as myself. i recommend you set it as your homepage too. or at least go and have a dig through their archives. some pictures from the past month:

nebula in constellation 'ara' 4000 light years away (someone needs to put this on a t-shirt!), july 16

a large galaxy eating a small galaxy, july 17

galaxy collision, july 18

volcanoes in alaska, june 22

the night sky over alamut, iran, june 25

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i went to queensland with my mama bear to see family and stuff.

2010-07-14T22:30:00.000-07:00

i went to queensland with my mama bear to see family and stuff. it was fun; my cousin drove me around in a very old landrover, we bush bashed on their country property, i climbed trees and admired gorgeous little beach houses. the landie is an integral part of our family now, my grandfather has owned it for years and used to drive us down the beach in it.

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blue hole

2010-07-14T10:24:00.000-07:00

anyone doubting the beauty in the world should see this. i was actually sitting open-mouthed as i watched it. i don't know how he does it but i'm amazingly jealous.

found here

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it goes on

2010-07-14T01:13:00.000-07:00

sources lost :(

things are exciting at the moment, because i'm not quite sure what will happen

and i'm reorganising my entire room and starting a proper book collection

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you, stop multiplying

2010-06-25T09:45:00.000-07:00

a couple of favourites.

have you seen any good films lately?

/via one day, one movie

in Tours

2010-06-21T08:41:00.000-07:00

Anni threw on her Zara trapeze coat and hurried out into the street. A sleepy mist veiled the morning, the quiet only broken by a bicycle over the cobble stones. With cold fingers she lit a Gauloise and walked the few blocks to her favourite bakery. The warm aroma of freshly baked bread greeted her inside; wholemeal, walnut and sourdough loaves nestled behind the counter. Baguette in hand, Anni returned down the tranquil street and up the four flights of stairs to her apartment. She scraped around the kitchen cupboards, finding a half empty jar of Bonne Maman strawberry jam and some leftover orange juice. She put the kettle on, one teaspoon of Russian Caravan in the plunger. It was just another morning, just another breakfast in Tours.

crosswords and long blacks

2010-06-19T22:58:00.000-07:00

a saturday of newspaper puzzles, coffee at Small Block, the swings in the little park on Ballow Steet, tofu at the Vegie Bar, charcoal sketches, and listening to the Lucksmiths for the first time in too long.

what are you doing this weekend?

self portrait by Ysa Pérez /#1

all over there in your jack jones

2010-06-16T07:18:00.000-07:00

Pastels on Portobello Rd, floral tights in Notting Hill, sparkle cupcakes at Covent Garden, stolen bedsheets for Halloween, and a street near St Pauls.

This was our autumn in London.

On another note, we changed our header! It is now the maisies in '95, overlooking Byron Bay. Also, if you want to swap links just let us know in a comment and we will put you on our page.

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yallah

2010-06-14T21:24:00.000-07:00

Last year the maisies spent 3 weeks in Morocco, on camels, eating pomegranates, drinking mint tea, taking the chicken bus, hiking, visiting mosques, and wearing many headscarves. Probably the most incredible place I have ever visited. We got lost in the souks, hearing "ça va, gazelle" as we passed stalls piled in a kaleidoscope of lanterns and leather satchels, were engulfed by barbeque smoke at every roadside café, and survived suffocating trains and tiny taxis. Our Berber improved extensively (from zero to five words) as we picked fresh figs from the palmeries and were scrubbed in a hammam by a vigorous old lady. Couscous and tagine took over our lives, as did broken hotel showers and the roll of pink toilet paper that was carried everywhere. And at the end of the day, on the terrace of a riad, we could hear the call for prayer drift through the warm night air. I miss seeing a minaret on every corner, old men wearing slippers in the street, drinking mint tea from morning till night, passing mosaic fountains and crumbling kasbahs, being asked "what is your tribe?" and just living and breathing and feeling my bones.

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