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
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