April 10, 2005
Objet d'Art
Yesterday, I was writing a paper that I've procrastinated for three months. Well, maybe only two. There's a certain setting that I need to write a paper. I need a Diet Pepsi (or Coke) to drink and the Cocteau Twins (or This Mortal Coil) playing softly in the background. Yesterday was a special occasion, though, because it was the first time I got to write a paper in the comfort of my own bedroom, so I added some candles burning. At first, I had some incense going. I've never been a big fan of incense, but then I got this littly guy in Austria where you stick incense in his belly and then he looks like he's smoking through a pipe. Anyway, so now I like to burn some incense, and then I had some tea lights burning, also from Austria. Then the incense died out, and I remembered that I had this old candle that I bought in Yellowstone last summer. It's supposed to smell like earth, but it really smells like blueberries. So I decided to light this candle. It's melted into a little cobalt votive candle holder. So it was flickering in the windowsill while I was writing, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was. So I took a picture. That led to a nice little distraction of taking photos of other objects in my room. And here they are:
This is my window. I have a view of the Logan Temple and Old Main, although they are quite small.
Here's one of my tealight candles burning. I got the ceramic holder in Austria from a ceramic studio under the railroad tracks.
A Hopper painting as a postcard hanging on my cork board. I like the woman sitting alone at the cafe (a dream of mine) and the lights leading into darkness.
Something else hanging on the corkboard - me. Taken the day before I went to the MTC.
This is the incense smoking man. His backpack fell off once, so I had to reglue it, and I think I did it crooked.
When I was in Montana, I went a little crazy about things. I mean, I started kind of liking things that were kind of cowboyish. Anyway, this is a ball of pheasant feathers that I got for Christmas. I still think it's rather delightful.
I got this glass bottle in Venice. The store clerk wrapped it up in bubbles and it stayed that way for three months until I brought it home. But now I like the way it reflects light.
This is from Mongolia. Khishgee gave it to me.
In Austria, we would go to flea markets. Often, they would have a box or a basket full of old keys, and I always wanted to get one but never did. Then on the last flea market before we left, I decided that I really wanted to purchase a key. Unfortunately, the only one I could find was this one that isn't a real key at all. It's actually a corkscrew.
My parents brought this figurine back from Denmark for me. It's been on my dresser ever since. I think they look really sweet in their ceramic embrace.
I have a stack of CDs that I really need to put away sitting on my shelves.
A favorite drink in Austria was Almdudler. Mmm... so tasty! Once I stole a glass from a restaurant that had these same drawings on it and the name Almdudler, but it fell and broke. So then I stole this bottle (although it wasn't really stealing since I bought it) from the restaurant at our last lunch in Old Town.
And finally, lately I've really been enjoying pixie sticks.
