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The Hipster Sister on the Interweb!

It has been quite some time since I posted a rather "personal" blog.

It's interesting to read my blog, cover to cover - from day one to my last post. I see change, inspiration, growth, maturity...

Amazing. Considering that my life has been documented, without meaning to actually document it. I started this blog purely for others' pleasure. In fact, I had written my first blog post, tweeted about it, and had my followers asking for more. Because I love them dearly, I obliged. I just wish I had the time to make The Hipster Sister a bit more fluent and consistent. Unfortunately, twenty four hours is too little for me to accomplish what I would like to in a calendar day. But while we're on that topic ...

I am currently working on a few "projects" for The Hipster Sister. I had received MANY requests to spread the name through other outlets. (apparently a barely consistent blog is just not enough). So, I'm working on exactly that. I barely have the time to keep up with it (which is why my blog has been so scarce of posts lately), but ... I'm making it work, to make you all happy! You know who you are ... you're the ones wearing that cheesy smile, glued to your mac books...

In the meantime, I've grown up, settled down, play mommy on the weekends and been doing everything but making time for me. Do I love it? Yes. Am I still having fun? YES! I've been going to amazing shows, meeting amazing people, going to amazing places ... I'm living my dream life, so to speak. And things are only seemingly getting better. Here's to good people, good times, and a good, good life.

So kidz, stay tuned for more announcements on where to find The Hipster Sister. I promise to keep you posted on where to find me, all over the interweb.

Don't forget to follow me on Twitter! @hipsterrr

Love You, Monsterz,
Ali

Current Listen: Get You Off - 80kidz

Makes Me Happy

I want to spend a day doing the absolute most miniscule things that make me happy.

Like spending all day scouring through thrift store after thrift store, and at the end of the day, have change from my twenty dollar bill that I used to do so.

Like sipping tea from a mug outside on a blanket in the sun with my favorite person, talking for hours about where flowers get their colors from, and the different shapes of the moon.

Like eating falafel at my favorite place, and listening to my favorite album the whole way home.

Like walking down the street and seeing basket upon basket of fresh cut flowers, stopping to look at them, smell them, and then steal one to wear in my hair.

Like riding the subway and smiling at every single person that makes eye contact.

Like walking through art galleries, being completely inspired.

Like laying by a lake or in a big field, taking in the beauty of what's around you, and realizing how small you really are at that exact moment.

Like making my favorite person smile or laugh ... or both.

Like reading a quote, or a poem, or a book that hits you the same way an epiphany does.

Like having a long, in depth, meaningful conversation, and looking into the other person's eyes to try and feel what they're feeling.

Like having an impromptu picnic.

Like eating tacos, burritos, and guacamole for lunch and dinner, in the same day.

Like taking a nap in the middle of the day and picking up right where you left off.

Like playing your favorite song over and over again, because there's nobody around to tell you to turn it off.

Like creating something that's beautiful in your eyes, and having others see beauty in it too.

Like devouring the feeling of being in love.

Like taking the time to stop, just for a moment, and realize that you're alive and happy, and living, in the way that pleases you most.


... Just so I don't take the small things and the little cracked smiles for granted.

Destroy What You Know And Read These Words

Some of us lead the life of a lifeless ordinary. Some of us poke our head above the surface, think differently, have different thought processes and therefore lead completely different lives than the rest. Some just settle for what comes along. Dig. Dream. Imagine.

Read these words and decide ... is the life you lead who you are?

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.


I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.


I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and topes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.


I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from it's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!" It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.


It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.