My Snowman

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It miraculously snowed on Christmas morning (in Dallas no less!) so my brother and I threw on our warmest gear and ventured out into the neighborhood. 

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To the Wonder [trailer]

Looks like Terrence Malick has been busy from the south of France all the way to the grasslands of Oklahoma…

What I could understand of Mr. Bardem ::

You shall love.
Whether you like it or not.
Emotions, they come and go like clouds.
Love is not only a feeling…
You show love.
To love, is to run the risk of failure…the risk of betrayal.
You fear your love has died;
it is perhaps waiting to be transformed into something higher.
Awaken, the divine presence,
which sleeps in each man and in each woman.
Know each other in that love that never changes.

The Journey to Ithaca ::

As I was going through my blog roll last night I found this epic and inspirational poem over on Fox & Toad.

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon – do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
The fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars. 

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

– Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)

INGRID ::

Ingrid came to visit!!!

After picking her up from the Chelsea bus stop and waiting (in classic The Sandlot tone) FOREVER for the 34th street Uptown train, we made it back to my apartment and had some quesadillas. Yum!

Saturday we woke up relatively early, picked up some Starbucks and little cakes to go, and headed up to Ft. Tryon Park. The air was crisp and the sky a stunning blue.

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Next, we had our eyes set on Bryant Park where we would meet Alissa and her friend Rachel for a nice two-hour adventure on the ice. We thought we saw Alan Cumming and after we pretended we were Michelle Kwan, we settled for lunch at Piccolo. I had the most delicious sandwhich and we all ended up having a nice cold glass bottle of Mexican Coke.

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By this time Ingrid and I were quite worn out and so after having a small fright in Alissa’s office (11th floor elevator anyone?) we headed back to my apartment to take a nap – yes, a nap.

After our thirty minute “rest” we pulled on dresses, slipped on some flats, and took the A train to Brooklyn to see ABT’s The Nutcracker. I absolutely love The Waltz of the Snowflakes! And while I felt like Ratmansky could have done more with the choreography, the bright costumes and the added kitchen scene in the prelude were quite the visual treat!

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Shake Shack was our saviour in the end and after spotting the stringed dinosaur shrubbery outside of The Natural History Museum, we headed back to my apartment once more and concluded the evening with my favorite ‘ER’ holiday episode, “Blizzard,” from season 1.

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Morning came and we got to sleep in a little. Mass at St. Pat’s was at noon, and while I usually love a good homily, the priest’s comment about putting a black spider in his nativity scene at home kind of freaked us out. I mean I understood the message and all, but really? A black spider?

Anwho, we ended our weekend together at Rockefeller and outside in the cold drizzle waiting on her bus. We were sad to be departing each other’s company. But lucky for us, our trips to Dallas for the holiday isn’t too far away!

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