My name is Bobbi Estelle Pinkston.
I teach young people about American literature.
I teach them how to write and think and live.
I teach some of them how to draw.
I don’t use tumblr to its full potential,
but I get it, and it’s cool.
The Mountain Goats at Central Square
| Matt: Today is the best day of my life. |
| Me: DID THEY REPLY!? |
| Matt: THEY SAID YES! |
| Me: What are we gonna wear!? |
| Sunday, January 22 AAAAHHH. |
I like you, 2012.
2012 sure is busy.
What with fire pits and sparklers (and sparkler torches) and the elusive bioluminescence and best friends and pelicans and confetti and more confetti and book making- looks like this year is going to be wondrous.
Two things:
1. I made another tumblr, ‘cause is one really enough? Find it here.
2. I made this book last night.
Currently making my first hardcover book possibly since…Italy? And laughing at the thought of how much Mel hates glue.
Stayed up until 4 a.m. last night, and am certain it is necessary for tonight as well, if only to emulate the artistic genius (read: madness) of josie, for whom I am making the hardcover book.
Happy 2012!
So much better than resolutions:
“Let’s just instead search out a few moments of ridiculous happiness and not think too hard on where we’ll find them.”
Here’s hoping for more than a few!
Happy Birthday Ashley!
25 Years: A Birthday Poem
From Cap’n Cook’s wife,
to the Dolomites,
Dear, Ashley, you’ve led such a remarkable life!
From JTT
To J-14,
You’ve realized our childhood magazine dreams!
From Shamu shows
to Broadway shows,
I’m still the cute one, you’ve got the nose!
From Hell’s Kitchen,
to YouTube kittens,
Aren’t you impressed by my good use of diction?
From dissin’ Ben Affleck on TRL
to pinning our favorite wedding veils!
(and favorite shoes
and something blue
and dresses, and colors, and messy up-do’s
my, how that pinning gets the best of you!)
Remember Ralph* and remember Bricriu?
Are you experiencing deja vu?
In the end,
It’s the places we’ve been
that’ll matter most when
we’re old and we’re grey
and we sit back and say
Remember “yoouu agaaaain!?”
Remember Sandy Coh-en?
And we’ll laugh and we’ll grin,
cause the prize we did win,
was not just being cousins,
but being best friends!
*Ashley’s Nose
also wanted to say grats to my nigga bob for gettin engaged. not because im hood at all, but because i wanted to say congrats… and, my nigga bob.
woot woot!
