I'm Melissa. This is where I write things down and share new things. Sometimes I even post cute pictures of cats...
if you're looking for my portfolio,
it can be found here, or by clicking any of the links across the top of this page.
I just moved back to Ohio after living in the central valley of California for almost three years. People still mention that I'm all grown up and keep asking how being an adult is going, but I really don't know what they're referring to.
I'm officially a (self-proclaimed) curator -- OF GIFS. GIF CONNOISSEUR. Check it out. My GIF blog even made it to buzzfeed once.
ONE MORE CHECK OFF MY LIFELONG INTERNET TO-DO LIST.
Albums of note UPCOMING/2011/2010/2009
A list of albums from the year that had staying power. Not a top album list, because I haven't heard every album, so that just seems a bit silly to me -- the whole "of the year" thing... although I suppose in my own mind that's what they are...
a place where I keep things that are already memories and store things that are currently in my life that will inevitably become memories. Vague enough?
Vestiges of a Life Soon Forgotten
A photographic series devoted to images taken in and around my apartment where I lived for 3 years in college. I moved out for good in December 2009.
photobooth documentation of sketches i have done and/or found.
Monthly Self Portrait Series
This was a short-lived project that sometimes shows up without warning again on my feed, but definately cannot be considered an "on-going" thing.
My New California Life
What started as an essay series about my experiences living on the left coast turned into a general account of my life here -- through words, photos and other ephemera.
jef etters tips of the day
Jef Etters was a colleague of mine who gave me life tips on a daily basis via a telephone call from a rotary phone. I would then transcribe the tips and post them here for the benefit of all mankind. He didn't know what tumblr was (nor does he now), but he did want to share all his wisdom with the world. enjoy.
PLEASE NOTE: Jef did finally get free long-distance after 7pm EST and will occasionally call to give me tips to transcribe. Be on the look out, it'll change your life.
Funny and or poignant things I feel the need to share with the world via screen capture. This project carries on with the luck that the internet will continue to bring the lulz. I think the odds are in our favor.
slug me in the mouth
take this crown
like we needed titles
listing through the dark
candles long snuffed
pull needles to the face
stuck in eternal solitude;
finding you simply
[note: my jaw hurt when i woke up from having surgery yesterday. i took one prescribed Vicodin. I had several flash dreams & one extended dream when I finally passed out.]
the sea and the wind,
follow slowly to the shore;
questions in another language,
gestures and understanding eyes
the boat and the waves,
the sun and the spray;
i saw you wave,
but i hid behind my escort,
wishing you not to see.
you were a child,
a time when i wished we’d known each other.
hide and seek,
losing you in a house
with which i was unfamiliar.
running through time,
holding hands with unfamiliar;
i wish he could be real;
he is real.
just not here.
you are neither.
That moment keeps playing in the front of my mind. Somehow looped eternally, mostly overlapping all the things that are currently taking place around me. Even when it’s faint and barely noticeable, it’s still there in the front keeping at least a bit of my attention. I have begun to wonder how long it will be until it fades, if it ever will.
It was dark, the only available light lingered from the streetlamp in the distance outside that peeked in through the drawn curtains. My eyes (nor anyone else’s, for that matter) are not good enough in the dark to have made out any sort of reliable image. Every aspect of this memory is completely fabricated, save for the words that wafted through the air.
Those few words. I remember them distinctly because you were the one saying them. I didn’t ask you for these words. I barely even suggested wanting you to say them, yet you did. They are not any words that are out of the ordinary when separate from each other, when distance keeps them apart.
“I’m going to kiss you goodnight.”
[or a recollection gathered up while driving the 99-S, again. in no particular order:]