crisp white
robin's egg blue
ra ra red
transparency
unslammable door
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
snoozedthroughmyalarm&
*sourceno time for breakfast.
mondaymondaymondaymonday.
also, a fun thing to look at as I consider getting a new tattoo:
WTF were they thinking.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
paint(ing) the town red.
birthday,
girl friends,
making eyes,
hot, hot office,
guy friends,
carmeli,
fashion district,
hollywood,
writing,
reading/sleep.
Friday, June 26, 2009
partial reunion this sunday.
one sixth of the herd is visiting!
she is the second little one on the left.
she is stopping by to see Jackie and I on her way to fiji (so jealous).
back story
she is the second little one on the left.
she is stopping by to see Jackie and I on her way to fiji (so jealous).
back story
Thursday, June 25, 2009
cassie read me this poem once.
this person can do amazing things with paper.
out of all the sayings, this one is my favorite.
first person to name the poem gets an air kiss from california.
imagining my new space in san francisco.
white
baby blues
patterns
hardwood floors
mosaic tile (dreaming, dreaming)
various sources, including: decor8 & home sweet home & others I can't remember (sorry!)
baby blues
patterns
hardwood floors
mosaic tile (dreaming, dreaming)
various sources, including: decor8 & home sweet home & others I can't remember (sorry!)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
bob & i.
15 years old, Like a Rolling Stone: my lonely Florida bedroom- the next morning I was crying at the breakfast table and Maija, my best friend, put her thin arms around me.
16 years old, Hurricane: headed to the beach in Evan's mustang convertible. I was home for one day between Duke writing course and Canada. Everything: fleeting.
17 years old, Crazy Love*: dancing in the wet Spanish street with Judy and Melanie.
18 years old, Don't Think Twice, It's Alright: cooling my feet in the columbia river in oregon, talking about what college would be like with Maryl.
18 years old, walk of shame in the early AM through the Michigan diag, Mr. Tambourine Man lifting the ends of my mouth.
18 years old, Subterranean Homesick Blues at the Debs coop and falling in love with a boy who owned no things. Drinking forties and watching Don't Look Back.
19 years old, sinking in a clawfoot tub in Paris, holding my breath and pushing my head under, Lay Lady Lay playing on the stereo.
20 years old, sprawled on the floor of Evan's beach house, listening to Just Like a Woman while he painted a tidal wave on the living room wall.
21 years old, in Santiago, listening to It Ain't Me Babe and thinking: I agree, I agree.
23 years old, The Man in Me: Pete singing to me lightly, in his low, steady voice. Me trying to memorize how his body felt against mine.
24 years old, Girl From the North Country, me: missing someone.
*a version w/him, van morrison
16 years old, Hurricane: headed to the beach in Evan's mustang convertible. I was home for one day between Duke writing course and Canada. Everything: fleeting.
17 years old, Crazy Love*: dancing in the wet Spanish street with Judy and Melanie.
18 years old, Don't Think Twice, It's Alright: cooling my feet in the columbia river in oregon, talking about what college would be like with Maryl.
18 years old, walk of shame in the early AM through the Michigan diag, Mr. Tambourine Man lifting the ends of my mouth.
18 years old, Subterranean Homesick Blues at the Debs coop and falling in love with a boy who owned no things. Drinking forties and watching Don't Look Back.
19 years old, sinking in a clawfoot tub in Paris, holding my breath and pushing my head under, Lay Lady Lay playing on the stereo.
20 years old, sprawled on the floor of Evan's beach house, listening to Just Like a Woman while he painted a tidal wave on the living room wall.
21 years old, in Santiago, listening to It Ain't Me Babe and thinking: I agree, I agree.
23 years old, The Man in Me: Pete singing to me lightly, in his low, steady voice. Me trying to memorize how his body felt against mine.
24 years old, Girl From the North Country, me: missing someone.
*a version w/him, van morrison
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
cat's craddle.
i used to play cats cradle constantly. i would start with cats cradle and end up at jacob's ladder, stopping by french underpants and twin stars along the way.Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
graduation.
cassandra jane graduates tomorrow.
three sisters. two parents. two grandparents.
cousins, second cousins, great grandparents.
the optimism of our ancestors is realized in us.
my family: a brilliant, kind, grounded group of people.
cousins, second cousins, great grandparents.
the optimism of our ancestors is realized in us.
my family: a brilliant, kind, grounded group of people.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
i know what you're thinking,
i don't have a boyfriend, or a love interest, not even an "it's confusing" anymore.
YET I keep combing through creative wedding photography! perhaps the triggering event is cassie's upcoming graduation, I am thinking of creative ways to interpret the day (photographically), and I see balloons, the lake, and string.
source: flash dance from the super talented max wagner.
YET I keep combing through creative wedding photography! perhaps the triggering event is cassie's upcoming graduation, I am thinking of creative ways to interpret the day (photographically), and I see balloons, the lake, and string.
source: flash dance from the super talented max wagner.
Monday, June 15, 2009
girl from the north country. bob dylan.
Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
one of the final
not immoral but amoral,
cdm gathering,
hangover (good),
zoo,
long beach,
newport,
jackie,
tea,
jackie,
headshots,
sarah,
work,
bed.
cdm gathering,
hangover (good),
zoo,
long beach,
newport,
jackie,
tea,
jackie,
headshots,
sarah,
work,
bed.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
it's not me, it's you.
Three cancellations have cleared my Thursday. Two excuses and a reason.
two told me: “Robin, I don’t want to get attached, it’s not you, it’s me.”
So here I sit, at the ocean’s edge, watching families pack baskets and fold beach towels by the corners. How odd I must seem: my slacks, my sunglasses, my book.
I am the leper longing for colony. I am the leper priests whisper at through walls. Is this what disappearing is? Watching those I love turn inward, turn away, heads lowered and eyes cast down? Have I become memory? I’m here! I want to scream, shaking shoulders, spitting on shoes. But I vanish. Miserably, in an ugly way - first my skin, then my nerves - my limbs, my toes, and my eyes.
I root my foot in the sand, I inurn my toes in a sandy crypt.
So here I sit: Franz Wright, me, and the California light: burning itself from the edges, in.
::::
still on the marriage kick:
Tim Melideo posted these of him & his fiance.
thursday afternoon could use some romance.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
wedding + travel + back home again.
+
+
and I realized, I want a yearlong honeymoon.
For the year after our wedding we will backpack around, choosing two continents – South America and - _(his choice)_. Instead of gifts we will ask our guests for plane tickets/ dinners/ outings/ rail passes, etc. All travel related. No stifling blenders, espresso machines, – experience, not things.
last two photos from a cup of jo.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
monday night, family night.
sarah.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
my mother would have seen this:
Robin is smacking her gums at a hand mirror. She hunches over, back to us, in the middle of her room. Her smurf sized body curves like the shell of a snail. The popping is loud, quick, and jarring.
“La, la, la, la,” smack, “la.”
Beside her my overturned purse spills tape, lipstick, pennies and an orange across the carpet.
I look at Robert. "What is she doing?" I mouth.
"I don’t know," he mouths back, hoisting his eyebrows to the middle of his forehead.
“Yes madame cheri, yes! I WILL take the black sood pumps.” She rams her small fists together. “I won’t pay what you ask!”
I cover my mouth with my left hand, Robert’s with my right.
“And no, no I will not have any- what’s that? I need to do that? If I must.”
She seizes the tape and wrenches a clear strand from its reel. “If I must,” she repeats. She smoothes the tape over her upper lip, using her finger to flatten the air bubbles.
“Sho be it,” she mutters, and with a valiant stroke she rips it off.
Her shriek makes us duck and grab each other's arms.
random excerpt from a story of mine, about the price beauty exacts.
my sister's 21st birthday on sunday!
“La, la, la, la,” smack, “la.”
Beside her my overturned purse spills tape, lipstick, pennies and an orange across the carpet.
I look at Robert. "What is she doing?" I mouth.
"I don’t know," he mouths back, hoisting his eyebrows to the middle of his forehead.
“Yes madame cheri, yes! I WILL take the black sood pumps.” She rams her small fists together. “I won’t pay what you ask!”
I cover my mouth with my left hand, Robert’s with my right.
“And no, no I will not have any- what’s that? I need to do that? If I must.”
She seizes the tape and wrenches a clear strand from its reel. “If I must,” she repeats. She smoothes the tape over her upper lip, using her finger to flatten the air bubbles.
“Sho be it,” she mutters, and with a valiant stroke she rips it off.
Her shriek makes us duck and grab each other's arms.
random excerpt from a story of mine, about the price beauty exacts.
my sister's 21st birthday on sunday!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
wide awake.
sometimes I sit at work and I stare at the computer with my tongue hanging out and all the blahness plugs my ears with cotton and this makes me feel as though I am swimming underwater with weights on and then I think:
yayayayayyayaayyyayayyayaayayyaya two more months to go!!!!
I can't wait to start the adventure.
hope you all have big hopes and dreams with which you can sporadically self-resuscitate!
sweetlife::::
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
miked.
last night my phone rang at one am. i thought it might be jackie, the 561 area code, so i picked up. low and behold it was mike kurtz, my neighbor and classmate from preschool to grade 12 - I have been avoiding his calls since december.
this is why:
Me: Hello?
Mike: ROBIN!
Me: Mike. You finally got me to pick up the phone. Who's number is this?
Mike: Irrelevant, McIntosh. What's up.
Me: Nothing.
Mike: I was just thinking about the time Blake, you and I were sitting on the trampoline, remember that?
Me: Yes.
Mike: And Blake told you that you came in somewhere between a pixie and a troll.
Me: He smelled like beef cubes!
Mike: And remember when you egged my house and I got in huge trouble and you told me to tell my Mom you were making cookies? As an excuse?
Me: I was wise beyond my years.
Mike: Remember our secret spot behind the fire station?
Me: that was MY spot asshole.
Mike: Remember when you told Gabe you didn't want to date him anymore and he tried to drown himself in the pool? Cold hearted, Robin, cold hearted.
Me: REMEMBER YOU USED TO MAKE ME BIKE AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD WITH A ROPE TIED AROUND MY WAIST? AND YOU USED TO WEAR ROLLERSKATES AND MAKE ME DRAG YOU?? REMEMBER THAT? HUH? REMEMBER THAT?!!
.... silence.
this is why:
Me: Hello?
Mike: ROBIN!
Me: Mike. You finally got me to pick up the phone. Who's number is this?
Mike: Irrelevant, McIntosh. What's up.
Me: Nothing.
Mike: I was just thinking about the time Blake, you and I were sitting on the trampoline, remember that?
Me: Yes.
Mike: And Blake told you that you came in somewhere between a pixie and a troll.
Me: He smelled like beef cubes!
Mike: And remember when you egged my house and I got in huge trouble and you told me to tell my Mom you were making cookies? As an excuse?
Me: I was wise beyond my years.
Mike: Remember our secret spot behind the fire station?
Me: that was MY spot asshole.
Mike: Remember when you told Gabe you didn't want to date him anymore and he tried to drown himself in the pool? Cold hearted, Robin, cold hearted.
Me: REMEMBER YOU USED TO MAKE ME BIKE AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD WITH A ROPE TIED AROUND MY WAIST? AND YOU USED TO WEAR ROLLERSKATES AND MAKE ME DRAG YOU?? REMEMBER THAT? HUH? REMEMBER THAT?!!
.... silence.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
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