This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

A tribute to Vincent Van Gogh, a wonderful impressionist artist, a visionary and a beautiful and troubled man.


"Vincent" by Don McLean, cover by Josh Groban

"Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on a snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

And now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will"


Hunter and I went to the Getty Museum yesterday and we took a good look at the impressionist art, which I always do because it's my favorite artistic period. We looked at all the different artists and we saw some Van Goghs', and every time I see a Van Gogh painting it makes me a little sad. Vincent is one of my favorite painters, but not because of the cliche reasons that everyone else likes Van Gogh. I like Vincent because he saw the world in a different way, he viewed the world in a way that is familiar to me. He could look out at an everyday scene and capture it with all its earthly beauty, they beauty that others would pass by and pay no attention to. I love Vincent Van Gogh because he reminds me of what life is supposed to look like and pf how life should be viewed. He saw the beauty, and I admire that.



--as always

A little here, a little there

I made dinner tonight and it was delicious. :D I used all fresh ingredients and I felt so good about what I was eating! I really love to cook, it seems like I never get the chance when my mom is in town. :/ My dad and Matt thought it was a great meal, which made me happy.

Mom left for Michigan yesterday, she comes back in two weeks. I have a feeling that it's going to be very interesting while she's gone. I get to do cleaning things and cooking things and organization things... stuff I never get to do unless she's gone because they involve the household items... /sigh. Feels good, though. I like getting the chance to clean things up and make them more organized.

I went to a chiropractor on Monday. That was amazing. :) I felt taller too, which is definitely a plus to the pro/con list about chiropractors. Not that I'm short of course... but I have felt like I've been shrinking in height a bit over the last year... just saying.

Other than all that, it's been life as usual.



--as always

And I'm just dreaming

"100 Years" by Five For Fighting

"I'm fifteen for a moment
Caught in between ten and twenty
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I'm twenty-two for a moment
And she feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars

Fifteen, there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you've only got a hundred years to live

I'm thirty-three for a moment
I'm still the man, but you see I'm a 'they'
A kid on the way, babe
A family on my mind

I'm forty-five for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

Fifteen, there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose yourself within a morning star
Fifteen, I'm alright with you
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you've only got a hundred years to live

Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
Sixty-seven is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on

I'm ninety-nine for a moment
And dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

Fifteen, there's still time for you
Twenty-two, I feel her too
Thirty-three, you're on your way
Every day's a new day
Ooh...

Fifteen, there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to chose
Hey fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you've only got a hundred years to live"




I feel like this, if only this song were written from a woman's perspective. Sometimes I feel like I must be dreaming. Haha! How crazy...








--as always