I Like You by Sandol Stoddard Warburg

I like you and I know why.

I like you because you are a good person to like.
I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it’s special
And you remember it a long, long time.
You say, Remember when you told me something special
And both of us remember

When I think something is important
you think it’s important too
We have good ideas
When I say something funny, you laugh
I think I’m funny and you think I’m funny too
Hah-hah!
I like you because you know where I’m ticklish
And you don’t tickle me there except just a little tiny bit sometimes
But if you do, then I know where to tickle you too
You know how to be silly
That’s why I like you
Boy are you ever silly
I never met anybody sillier than me till I met you
I like you because you know when it’s time to stop being silly
Maybe day after tomorrow
Maybe never
Too late, it’s a quarter past silly
Sometimes we don’t say a word
We snurkle under fences
We spy secret places
If I am a goofus on the roofus hollering my head off
You are one too
If I pretend I am drowning, you pretend you are saving me
If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag,
then you are getting ready to jump
HOORAY

That’s because you really like me
You really like me, don’t you
And I really like you back
And you like me back and I like you back
And that’s the way we keep on going every day

If you go away, then I go away too
or if I stay home, you send me a postcard
You don’t just say Well see you around sometime, bye
I like you a lot because of that
If I go away, I send you a postcard too
And I like you because if we go away together
And if we are in Grand Central Station
And if I get lost
Then you are the one that is yelling for me

And I like you because when I am feeling sad
You don’t always cheer me up right away
Sometimes it is better to be sad
You can’t stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute
You want to think about things
It takes time

I like you because if I am mad at you
Then you are mad at me too
It’s awful when the other person isn’t
They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about punch them in the nose

I like you because if I think I am going to throw up
then you are really sorry
You don’t just pretend you are busy looking at the birdies and all that
You say, maybe it was something you ate
You say, the same thing happened to me one time
And the same thing did

If you find two four-leaf clovers, you give me one
If I find four, I give you two
If we only find three, we keep on looking
Sometimes we have good luck, and sometimes we don’t

If I break my arm, and if you break your arm too
Then it’s fun to have a broken arm
I tell you about mine, you tell me about yours
We are both sorry
We write our names and draw pictures
We show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too

I like you because I don’t know why but
Everything that happens is nicer with you
I can’t remember when I didn’t like you
It must have been lonesome then

I like you because because because
I forget why I like you but I do
So many reasons
On the 4th of July I like you because it’s the 4th of July
On the fifth of July, I like you too
If you and I had some drums and some horns and some horses
If we had some hats and some flags and some fire engines
We could be a HOLIDAY
We could be a CELEBRATION
We could be a WHOLE PARADE
See what I mean?

Even if it was the 999th of July
Even if it was August
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November
Even if it was no place particular in January
I would go on choosing you
And you would go on choosing me
Over and over again
That’s how it would happen every time
I don’t know why
I guess I don’t know why I really like you
Why do I like you
I guess I just like you
I guess I just like you because I like you.

It’s important to let the people in your life know that you like them. that you appreciate them. I forget sometimes. Today, I remembered.

Thank you to everyone I’ve met in San Francisco (Yes, everyone. I’d be lying if I said I didnt like you). Thank you to all of the people back home that keep in touch. Thank you to the people on opposite coasts and different states that keep in touch, too. Thank you to my Mama. I like you.

Without you I would be lonely and all the things I make would have no meaning. Making scarves or art or whatever mean nothing if they have no one to keep warm, no one to enjoy them, no one to look at them, no one to tell me they suck. You are why I do what I do, and thats why I like you.

Thanks Britt Stephens for introducing me to I Like You by Sandol Stoddard. I like you, too.

Don’t go chasin’ waterfalls: Music Monday with Beach House

School has officially dug in its dirty claws. It is no time for resting. go go go go go go go go go go. Its important to keep your head on straight. Don’t get too tired. Don’t get sick. Drink plenty of water and eat good foods. And last but not least, listen to music that you can perform a multitude of tasks to, because you will need to do them simultaneously. And this I owe many great thanks to Beach House. Her voice can even wake me up in the morning. Imagine that.

Good Monday to you, loves.

All day long today.

The best way to find something you’re looking for is to simply stop looking for it.

handing out offerings, and for once, i’ve taken my own advice. It’s there. relax. it all takes a minute. writers block. inspirational lulls. loneliness. lost keys. this too shall pass. And to think you will find a light that shines so brightly, you wont even remember the day that it didnt.

The Universe, according to Professor Burrows

After shuffling around the classroom, chairs moved aside, and only allowed to stare at our classmates feet, I learned that creativity is the power of the universe.

I told ya so. Thanks Professor Burrows. Welcome to Holistic Health 382; it just aint to be flexed with.

A little nonsense now & then is relished by the wisest men: music monday w/ Willy Wonka.

yep, I went there. If you’re confused as to why I’ve done a post on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, it’s ok, so am I. However, I think I might be able to explain myself:

Tonight I stayed in and watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, the ORIGINAL, mind you. As I was watching and creating samples for my textiles class, I realized that Wonka is quite the studio artist. He has a place where his dreams become reality and his reality becomes dreams — much like that of a studio artist. In my textiles course, not only are we given time to create whatever we wish on our own terms, but we are also encouraged to create practice, find a thinking spot, research, and create as if we’re getting paid. Although, I can only imagine the boat loads of money Wonka would have made off of some god damn chocolate, his practice, his space, and his philosophy are nothing short of a perfect combination. And besides, who can resist some inspiration from a childhood favorite?

Here’s hoping your monday is great and free of Vermicious Knids. (if you get that joke, you win a special prize.)

targets are for missing, girls are for kissing.

I’ve confessed my undying love and affection for FFFFOUND. We all know I have an embarassing love affair with my Flickr. Then, last night, my whole world turned up-side-down.

FFFFL*CKR.

The two web worlds i love most, mixed into one beautiful alternative flickr viewer based off of your favorites (if you have a flickr account). A special thanks to Matt Macdonald for the tip. However, cursed be, I may just never leave my house.

*also, I had been using I hardly know her to view specific Flickr photostreams, which is also very simple and very lovely. Cuts the crap, if you will.

Oh, Berty.

Imagination is more important than knowledge.

-Albert Einstein

Books & Pens: music monday with the White Stripes

This is one of the songs that will gingerly scoot its way through shuffle on my ipod, and I just never have the heart to skip it. Today is my first day of classes for the Spring semester. Although my school supplies consist more of yarn, fibers, needles, and paint, I still identify with this song. It also reminds me of the kinders, and how much I miss those little guys. I’m probably just as excited to start school today as they were to start the 1st grade. Nerdy? naaaaah. Just excited to dominate a semester. Happy Monday.

I luff you so mush.

get OUT there — as in weird.
get out THERE — as in on the field.

I start school tomorrow. IM SO EXCITED.

post on post.

Lets talk about some real time shit, shall we?

Mail. United States Postal Service. We get older — we get bills. Who says people should only send cards and mail around Christmas time? I say POPPYCOCK. I enjoy sending mail just to send it — putting it together, sealing the ‘lope, sticking it in the mailbox. Nothing more gratifying. Real mail compels people to actually make phone calls, to keep mementos, grin, or even, dare I say, send something back via the treacherous post. However terrifying or tedious you may think it, I recommend you send someone, or a few people, something. It can be anything.

Here is an example of something I sent to my dear dear friend Mr Erik Benjamins for no reason really, although it included the most perfect birthday card ever.

Items:

1. A slang flash card for the term “hyphy” — we say it here, but I doubt they do in Boston, where the fortunate lad resides.
2. A page from The Secret Garden — part of an art project that I had been working on.
3. A birthday note.
4. A key chosen specifically for him from my skeleton key collection.
5. A bus transfer, so that he can compare SF to Boston public transit.
6. A button that reminded me of his indonesian tattoo.
7. An Anchor Steam bottle cap — a San Francisco beer.
8. My 2 favorite teas at the moment (they may have tainted each other sitting in that bag for too long, but they kept well, I’m sure.)

I sent him these random things because I thought he would appreciate it. If you would like to participate in a pen-pal-ship of sorts with me and perhaps some other people, drop me a line, let me know, I’d be more than happy to send you some findings.