Summer

stolen from flickr


14+ years of schooling has taught us that summer is equivalent to rest, and fun, and joyful senseless living, free from work, and deadlines, and things we "need" to do.

Now, 10 years after graduating, I still can't shake of the lethargy and inability to focus on tasks at hand. And it is with a looming deadline and a ton of things to write, that I find myself verbally constipated. I need a couple of hours going non-verbal at eye-candy blogs for the words to flow. I like looking at pictures of verbs, of things I like doing.

My usual haunts.

Le Love

Le Smoke



Fffound

Unruly Things