Beauty

stole this pic from jess' blog: http://clipsandcustoms.blogspot.com/ Check it out!

About a month ago I went to a photography exhibit called Beauty CULTure (http://www.annenbergspaceforphotography.org/exhibitions/overview.asp). I've been meaning to write about it for a while now. It was a collection of pictures featuring models, anorexics, bodily mutilation (aka plastic surgery), women of color, ect. It was an interesting exploration into how our culture defines beauty and the extent people go to acquire that very specific definition of beauty. Needless to say, I've been thinking alot about beauty lately...more thoughts to come.

gypsy blood

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
... And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
_Robert Service



This is basically how I feel today...and most days. Some people call it adventurous, or discontent, or hyperthyroidism, or Mahoney blood. I don't know exactly what it is, but it rarely leaves me.