Scrumptious weeknight dinner by suz who won’t let me help her

I’m listening to a playlist Susanna made for me on my birthday last year when I was in China, with the songs that I listened to throughout my first semester in Beijing.  At the time, my ideas of architecture in China were being questioned and poked full of holes by my professors at Tsinghua.  Now I’m listening to the songs again, working on a much humbler and smaller-scale piece of work on the same topic for my university.  From my relationship to my research this year has been a slow and painful time of growth.  Things haven’t necessarily changed radically in the past year.  They’ve just grown more fully, more holistically.  Every idea and feeling is more tempered, more solid, not flaring out larger than I can support it. Love and interests still burn very brightly, but less unstably.  I feel like I’ve grown up a lot in a lot of ways.  Time, a new place, learning, loosing my grip on pride, and a very very loving partner are to thank.  

This became more involved than I meant it to.


i love the term “partners”
are we dating?
are we robbing a bank?
do we run a legal firm?
are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit?
who knows.

(via absorbingeverything)

just hanging out

summer wine - nancy sinatra and lee hazelwood

ugh here’s something that’s really disappointing about x-files though, as i’ve watched it so far:

a lot of the women on the show who have big parts (i.e., not lab techs, cops, etc.—more like diana fowley and phoebe whatever-her-name-was) are pitted against scully, often for mulder’s affections.  like, put another woman in the show and scully gets written as the jealous new girl.

very disappointing, man.  very very.


kate’s most recent recent film on the trip from pgh to chicago

Back to Chicago

The moving-back road trip from Pittsburgh (not pictured) to Ohio to Chicago. Music: Pulaski at Night by Andrew Bird

Blogging from the phone, and I can’t figure out how to post the video directly.

This is a film of the road trip from Ohio to Chicago with Susanna and her sister, who very graciously drove us. It was the first real trip I had taken back to Chicago since I left for China.

“What of men, you ask? Sure, men. Whatever.”
highlight from this sort of lame ny times article on the vmas

title and music: xo by beyoncé

a film of the latter half of summer in pittsburgh.

this is one of my favorite songs, because to me it’s a little bittersweet and wistful while still full of love.

that’s how i feel about this summer: it was a very finite time, and full of responsibilities and negotiations. but it was also incredibly full of love, and the love outlasts the ending of that time in our lives.