THIS BLOG BE MOVIN'!

Hey all!

I'm making the big move to Wordpress. You will still be able to see all my old entries there, you just wont be able to see any of my new entries *here*.

Please update your bookmarks! The new address is : http://www.jessicacaisse.com/home/blog/



Cheers!

-Jess

Happenstance

Ebb and Flow

2011 is certainly proving to be a tempestuous year. From a personal and global view, I dont think I've ever been so continually stimulated by events happening around me; engagements, marriages, deaths, babies, jobs, homes, money, justice, politics, disasters. This past week of course being a perfect example, from the Royal Wedding to the death of Osama Bin Laden, and not to mention the apparent end of the world in three weeks (click here if you dont know what I'm talking about. No way I'm getting into it here).

I'm not sure why I'm bringing it all up at this particular moment, I am still too dizzy to arrive at any sound conclusions about anything. I suppose I just felt the need to stop and really look back at the last four months and try to process all that's happened, and what it means for the future.

How strange it is to be here and now.

Midterm

"The Snicket"

Espresso poured over a vanilla-soaked lemon rind, topped with steamed soy. Garnished like a gangsta.

"The First Date"

Short cafe au lait with mint leaf infused pour over and garnish.

Armageddon

"America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves." -A.L.

Ben

Spring Fever

"It just makes a boy homesick to look ahead like that and see how far off summer is. Yes, and it sets him to sighing and saddening around, and there's something the matter with him, he don't know what. But anyway, he gets out by himself and mopes and thinks; and mostly he hunts for a lone-some place high up on the hill in the edge of the woods, and sets there and looks away off on the big Mississippi down there a-reaching miles and miles around the points where the timber looks smoky and dim it's so far off and still, and everything's so solemn it seems like everybody you've loved is dead and gone, and you 'most wish you was dead and gone too, and done with it all. Don't you know what that is? It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want -- oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!"

-M. Twain

V!

Gravity

I have *OFFICIALLY* officially moved back to Oakland, and today I begin my new job.


Last night I asked my boyfriend if he got nervous on the first day of a job, he thought about it a second and finally cheerfully resolved, "Nope!". Fantastic. He generally likes meeting new people and is good with them, and he said that being new gives you, "at least for the first month", a sort of justification for screwing-up every once in a while.

There it is. The idea of "screwing-up", justified or otherwise, makes my stomach turn. It gives me the same sensation I get before I'm about to do something profoundly unpleasant... like cleaning someone else's toilet or catching a huge bug in a tissue on the ceiling right over your head. The kinds of things that, right before you actually do them, you ask yourself, "seriously... is this *absolutely* necessary?".

Yup. The answer is yes. How atrocious.

I often wonder if my claustrophobia is at the core of my fear of failure. As if taking a risk were on par with nailing myself inside a small wooden box and waiting for the tide to come in. What a dark metaphor! Do they make an herbal tea for remedying figurative-phobias??



Phew. All melodrama and insecurity aside, the the yang in me is pretty darn delighted by the opportunities ahead. And this weather is amazing-

Wish me luck!

"The Last Meal":

What is better than love

I could swear I knew more red-heads...

...I "harvested" these images off of my friends' profile picture albums on facebook.

New York

Spectra Superstar

I was looking though some old stuff on my hard drive and found these little gems.
Oh I miss that camera...