hi-ya January 24, 2009

well friends, after much thought (or a day of persuasion from a pal), i’ve decided to start blogging again. but only about things like art, film, music, books, etc.  hence why i deleted over half of my old silly entries.  doing so, i realized just how much i have changed from age 23 to 25.  i’m cooler now i think! anyways, this will be the last you here about me. you can read my book if you’re more curious. i wish i knew how to make my own background for this blog too. i’m kind of over the whispy flowers. could you, dear reader(s) also let me know what i should name this thing? merci!

xo

Climate Terror #1 April 14, 2008

Newest Al Gore PowerPoint

Ortolan April 5, 2008

Ortolan is a local, vegan, organic maker of pillows, towels, and napkins.  They don’t have a lot on their site right now (http://www.ortolanorganic.com/Ortolan_Home.html)
but what they do have, I adore. I am especially interested in their reuseable table napkins:

Something to look forward to once Emm and I get our own place! Hopefully they will be sitting on a new, chip-free table!

Gosh Darn Knit April 5, 2008

Raina Hassan of Gosh Darn Knit creates sweet little multi-media paintings of women knitting! Cute!

http://www.raniahassan.com/

Symmes Hole April 5, 2008

So this New Jersey guy, Johnny Symmes, hypothesized in 1818 that the earth was one hallow earth containing many hollow earths living simultaneously inside one another. There is next to no info about this on the internet, and i am completely fascinated by this theory.  It was eventually dismissed as improbable, but many science fiction writers did and do adopt this way of viewing our world. Just a few miles down,a whole new earth is existing. Are there parallel lives to ours? Are there parallel cities and landscapes? How existential!  I think I may actually step foot in a library and do a little more research, because whenever I think about it I feel like my brain is swimming! Below you’ll find a quote of Mr. Symmes taken from his initial informational pamphlet. Cool right?!

I declare the earth is hollow, and habitable
within; containing a number of solid concentrick spheres, one within the
other, and that it is open at the poles 12 or 16 degrees; I pledge my life
in support of this truth, and am ready to explore the hollow, if the world
will support and aid me in the undertaking.

JOHN CLEVES SYMMES

Of Ohio, Late Captain of Infantry.

love #4 March 19, 2008

Obama on race  

at 6:17 p.m. March 6, 2008

a large plum rolled down 16th street in san francisco, and turned down delores. 

my 100th blog entry! February 21, 2008

why not celebrate with cool stuff!?

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2. SFMOMA exhibit of Ann Hamiton’s indigo blue, an interesting commentary on class and economy. go to the link and click, “start program” and watch the three videos of installation inception and intention.

3. strange creatures found in antarctic waters.

4.  fm3 buddha machine.  asmall plastic machine producing ambient noises by toggle switching.  mine is orange!

5.  the journal of popular noise.  this is a journal of sound, of noise. each issue is a 45rpm record. and it looks like this:

i haven’t had a chance to listen to mine yet, because my 45 insert is too small (weird?) and i have to get new ones. but i am sure it will rock my noise loving world!

6.  installations at cca, specifically MINE! i did/am doing a nature simulation installation in the studio. right now it’s just a 3d sketch of something i hope to expand later…some how. pictures forth coming.  idea is cooler than product right now.

7.  my pals catherine, dene, joanna, and robert for taking me out in SF last night and for filling me with jack n gingers and intelligent, funny company! xo! pictures forthcoming?

we, as a world, are really fucking up. February 19, 2008

so, i am in a climate in literature class as CCA. we read about climate in politics, in media, and in literature. we freak out about what will happen to the earth, question science, republicans, and michael crichton. we send each other articles, videos, and book recommendations. recently, one of my classmates sent me this video called the story of stuff. it shows us how we are fucking up the earth by manufacturing obscene amounts of stuff, which we just pile under ground anyways. here is a sample of the video, but go to the site www.storyofstuff.com to see it in its entirety.

more art that i like and that you should too. February 19, 2008

1. emilie clark. i found this artist rather unconventionally. i was scanning book covers during my Thursday internship at small press distribution and came across a plain white book of poetry with red globs of pomegranate-like forms on the lower corner of the cover. i, of course, forget which book this was, but emilie’s work, mimicking sea life and floral fluidity, looks like this:

and my favorite:

click here to see more.

2. noah k. you may recognize this guy as the youtube superstar who took pictures of himself everyday for six years. here is the video as a refresher:

well, he has a flickr account too, where we can see 584 of his photographs. i have seen a couple dozen of them, and they are pretty interesting. maybe a little too contrived,

but none the less pleasing to the eye…at times.

see his pictures here.

3. patricia gillespie. i saw her work at first fridays art walk in oakland. her work was featured in the esteban sabar gallery. she hand stitches a fabric backgrounds and places painted wood figures over it. like this:

and this:

and my fav:

i just love her work. there is a lot of communication and story in her pieces. snapshots on quilts. she does larger scale pieces as well, like on brick walls! see more of her stuff at her website sharpstickstudio.com

i can’t function normally anymore February 14, 2008

last night, february 13th, tay and i drove over the bay bridge to san francisco, down geary street, stopped in at panda express for a bite, and then walked two blocks to the fillmore where we saw siouxsie motherfucking sioux’s mantaray tour.

i don’t even think i can do anything normal after seeing such an amazing show.

siouxsie and the banshees formed in 1976-quickly becoming a vital part of the british punk scene. they put out album after brilliant album (all of which i own!) and 20 years later they split. since (and during) then, siouxsie (frontwoman) and her now ex husband (budgie- drummer) released music as the creatures.

2007 saw siouxsie’s first solo album, mantaray. i bought it as soon as it hit the U.S. (september?) and have been listening to it everyday since. i can say she is the most influential musician to me, so seeing her perform last night left me entranced and speechless.

the crowd was a great mix of old and new goths, punk kids, and cardigan wearers.  (i realized being there, i have become too normal looking- tho i do have a rocking haircut right now!)  she played the entire mantaray album and then some classic banshees which made me freeeak out and sing at the top of my lungs! when she busted out spellbound, she came over to my side of the stage (i was right up there) and sang to me! i swear- it lasted like 7 seconds!

ha. clad in a silver and black lycra suit and leather utility belt, she commanded the stage and fucking rocked out. i can’t even believe she’s 51. she is super hot and energetic! my life is now complete and i can die happily.  although, i do feel the need to actually meet her. how will i finagle that? read a great article about her album here.

year in pictures 2007 February 1, 2008

some of the news ones rule. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22200921

steampunk January 31, 2008

what is steampunk? it was initially a genre of literature fusing fantasy fiction and victorian era steam operated machinery. now, it’s a subculture of leather apron clad punk kids creating victorian inspired, yet modernly functional, appliances, accessories, and sculptures.there’s a lot of brass, goggles, and gears involved, and of course steam! i know i know it sounds kind of burning man , but though it may have similar aesthetic attributes, steam punk is less apocalyptic hippy drug induced bullshit and more concept. more production of workable objects. for instance:

cool watch, kind of old-timey, kind of avant garde right?

basic steampunk design of a turntable. completely functional.

bad ass electric guitar. shred!

i think this is just a sculptural mass….

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to covet or not to covet? covet. how rad right?! victorian flat screen. the perfect combination of old and new. dreeeamy.check out steampunk magazine for some steampunk literature and check out the steampunk workshop for steam and brass blog!p.s. now if i can combine punk and western culture…what would i call it? spurs and skins? boots and bodies? wunkern?

ai wei wei rules January 31, 2008

mr. wei wei is a chinese architect and artist i am currently obsessed with. you may know him from this:

the 2008 beijing olympics stadium, “bird’s nest”. he acted as an art consultant to Herzog and de Meuron on this building, so this design is not soley his own. These are however:

A Han dynasty urn painted with cococola insignia

my favorite!

A simple and cryptic artist, ai wei wei alludes the internet; i can hardly find any information on him. there is a smal interview with him in the nov/dec issue of the believer, however. he is super cool and worth looking into. plus, look how cute he is!

too funny December 26, 2007

bored this holiday season? check out the worst album covers. i guarantee you won’t be bored any longer!

plastination and fashion. December 1, 2007

mixed bodyworlds (see previous post) and 1920’s/30’s designer elsa schiaparelli and this is what you get:a feminized reminder of our own mortality.or a comment on anorexia? hm… 

plastination and turkey day: what they have in common December 1, 2007

so on wednesday, the day before thanksgiving, my pals (robert, jordan, candra) and i drove to san jose (stopped at in-n-out for milkshakes and burgers), and went to the tech to see the bodyworlds exhibit. if you have not heard of bodyworlds, it is an exhibit of (dead) human bodies preserved through a process called plastination. it looks just like it sounds- plastic.

  

the exhibit had people posed, individual body parts in glass cases, and breakdown of the nerve systems, etc.  it was pretty cool to see these things, and not too gross. my favorite was the slices of human pressed between fiberglass: 

but i did have some MAJOR problems with the exhibit.  firstly, there were 5 or 6 rooms and we did not see a female body until the third room, and she was, or course, pregnant.besides this being offensive or disturbing to some people, she is in a sexualized position.fucked up right? also, the other women (about 5 outta 24ish bodies) were in yoga, ballet, or ice skating positions. FUCKED UP. we saw plenty of male bodies (with their stringy skinless testes) with explanations of their makeup. how can we hypersexualize the female body so ruthlessly?also, there was a huge picture of reagan in the alzheimer’s section. and non smoking, and anti-”obesity” campaigns both in and-outside of the exhibit, with quit now pamplets and body mass index scales.bodyworlds is an overly priced republican commentary on human health. i felt used and pissed off.and i still do. obviously.so what does this have to do with turkey day? because i cooked my very first turkey- and it was 20 lbs. of raw nasty flesh. i am never doing it again.  we did have a great day though. about 9 of us just ate, drank, watched football, and chilled. it was really great to have my best pals together and happily stuffed! no pun intended- really.

2 things. November 17, 2007

1. has anyone every heard of/seen sutapa biswas’ film birdsong? or does anyoen know how i can find it? i am obssessed and all i can find is this still:

2. my new favorite artist: Simon Patterson

http://www.simonpattersonart.com/works_k1.html

Love #3 November 9, 2007

love #2 November 6, 2007

love. November 1, 2007

Big A little a July 24, 2007

I had a pretty great end to my weekend. Emm, Tay, and I went to 21 grand to see a noise band i really love- Aa . They are Brooklyn based and finally made a trip out to the West coast. besides the fact that they have gut-melting drumming and fucking trance-like vocals, they are just some dudes doing what they love. They set up in the middle of the room (no stage power-structure bullshit)  and everyone surrounds them as if they were part of the beats.

there are 3 drummers, a rather energetic keyboard/vocals dude, and another vocal dude. I just love them. Support these guys and buy their music. Most of all- go see them live because there is nothing else like Aa.

Pictures and a video from the show are soon to come…

Taxidermy July 20, 2007

For as long as i can remember, I have been intrigued by taxidermy. I wondered- how does the figure stay so realistically intact? Why use glass eyes? Are real eyes non-preservable? Why is it called TAXidermy?

Lately- since our cross-country trip last summer- I have been obsessed with all things drained, stuffed, and mounted.

During a pit stop at Prarie Dog Town in Kansas

(where we would hope to see the 80lb prairie dog advertised along route 70), Emily and I stretched our legs, sought shelter from an acsending storm, and met a very very strange woman in love with the shellacked poop they sold (along with fossilized bolo ties and “fuck PETA” bumper stickers). We paid our $5 in hopes to meet our 80lb friend and ended up getting much, much more.

After the woman strapped plastic bags over our feet (so we wouldnt get our “nice shoes” muddy), we headed for the outdoor freak show.

First we passed a cage of hissing rattle snakes. We gasped and giggled and then i saw it. A taxidermied, two-headed calf. I was in silent awe. Here it is behind Larry the owner:

Just a beauty right? Well anyways, we never saw the 80lb prairie dog, but we did see some jacked-up badgers, a six legged steer, and got chased by rabid turkeys.

SO, this leads me to this:

Possibly the most beautiful taxidermied cobra i have ever seen. My dream is to have this cobra, and make it into a ashtray/lighter to place on my desk forever and always. how you ask? Well in the coil would be an ashtray, and by a slight pull of the tail- a flame spits from the ferocious mouth. Brilliant right?

The problem is- taxidermy is expensive. This beauty is $159.00 on eBay. So help me live happily by sending me some dough to fund this project. Or send me a taxidermied cobra. Your choice.

A Pirate’s Keyboard July 19, 2007

So funny.

OUTLANDISH! July 19, 2007

i have come across possibly the coolest website I have ever seen! It is called Outlandish and showcases a few very different and very interesting photographers and their portfolios. Outlandish houses new Belgium talent to provide them with a space to continue their vision. It’s like an artist retreat.

The site itself is pretty cool too. The opening page has this pixleated sphere in the center. But if you poke around on it (mouse over areas), all the little sections fly about. its real fun!

One of my favorite collections is by is Sarah Van Marcke. She provides a rural/urban juxtapositioning which is always interesting to me. She is a little rough, like maybe her ideas should be thought out and expanded a little more, but she has a great concept of color. Green on green monochromatic heaven is the rest of what i need to say.

mayonnaise

i heart Telly Salavas June 20, 2007

Mortified June 18, 2007

This weekend was a great break in routine! Friday after work, my pals and I went into SF to see Mortified live. Mortified is, as my cousin Jaclyn describes, a mix between post-secret and Augusten Burroughs. Yes.

 

In actuality, it is a book compiled of old journal and diary entries from 80’s teen angst, sexual fantasies, religious inquisitions, and desperate means of survival. Needless to say, this stuff is super hilarious, but also a little unsettling due to similarities of personal growing pains.

 

The event was held at the Make-Out Room on 22^nd between Valencia (where all the dirty, sexy young kids hang out) and Market (where there are too many abandoned beautiful old theaters and eye glass stores).

 

The Make-Out Room is decked out in anything and everything glittery and sardonic. Silver streamers whirled from the ceiling, Mardi Gras beads framed the lazy spin of the disco ball, and the walls were lined with dense flower-printed chairs hiked up under Formica end tables- glued to the blue and orange vinyl flooring, and muddied-turquoise love-booths prevented walking room at the front of the bar/performance theater caboosed by a petite dark stage.

 

My favorite journal writer performed there on Friday too (Will Seymore)! It was they guy who wrote about his “Aunt Liza” (Minnelli that is), his unhealthy obsession with the soap opera The Guiding Light, his accidental shop-lifting habit, hatred of all things gym class, and infatuation with lemon bar recipes and salt-dough wreaths.

 

I laughed the whole way through as former geeks, Presbyterian nymphos, and utopian tendencied Goth chicks read their most embarrassing entries, through the competition of “worst teenage poet,” and through bursts of the-best-of-the-best 80’s tunes. I left with pit stains and laugh cramps and can’t wait to go again when they are back next month! Wanna come with?

 

Then on Saturday, we went to see Knocked-Up. Normally I would have been completely put off by this crude title (and the basic premise of the movie), but my boys from Freaks and Geeks

were in it, so I had to see it. I must admit, I laughed way too much and have no regrets on seeing it. There were some questionable areas, but dammit I needed to let loose and I did! Don’t pay $10 for it though- wait till its out on video.

i just did something terrible June 8, 2007

i went to a chinese buffet.

i know i know. i dont know why i did it. but it happened. and i wish it hadnt. i shouldve known, considering it was in fremont, which not only is a wasteland, but does not have a high Chinese population.

you would have thought, also, that the condition of the restrooms would’ve clued me in to what i was about to endure. chartreuse lychen grew up the back of the toilet and the faucet only ran two temperatures: bone bursting cold and flesh melting hot.

but no. we continued on- holding our cafeteria trays and sliding past each basin of luke-warm wads of over-sauced meat and bug-eyed seafood.

again, i shouldve known not to proceed as i walked over to the salad bar and nine dozen prawns were staring up at me…nuzzled together like clams in mud.

i couldn’t save them. they were already dead.

so we sank into the plastic sheathed booths, avoiding eye contact and wondering silently why we were two of 7 people there.

$7.99 for unlimited msg to fill my howling gut seemed like a good idea until i bit into the “kung pao” chicken and decided i was actually eating pigeon- or possibly something canine.

i spit out the half-gummed carcass, and tried the shu mai. it was stuffed with sausage and cold in the middle. strike two.

gyoza- like road kill wrapped in tire rubber. strike three.

did i keep going? yes.

my roommate attempted her “meal” next. sweet and sour chicken? no. “pizza?” no. sushi? definitely not.

we decided after her attempt at dessert and my inability to decipher if i was chewing lo mein or tape worms,

to run out of the place, puke in the parking lot, and drive the 27.5 miles home.

we each sucked down a camel light (didnt help) and then finished off my $2 container of hippy gum.

i dont think i will eat for the rest of today. whenver i look at my cat harold, i feel guilty cause i just ingested his cousin.

Vivienne Westwood at de Young June 2, 2007

this weekend is the last that Vivienne Westwood’s “36 years in fashion” collection will be on exhibit at the de young museum in san francisco’s golden gate park. vivienne westwood

popularized the iconic “punk” fashion of the late 70’s and early 80’s. she incorporated the DIY look into her chicken bone t-shirts,

in her rubber bondage suits and in the incorporation of the scottish tartan:

my favorite (of course) had to be the “siouxsie shoe”
(sorry i couldn’t find a picture, but i swear they fuckin rocked! buckles and rubber. hot).
Vivienne created architecture for the body; with dips and peaks of fabric consistent through her pirate, scottish, corset, and ballgown collections. westwood takes a traditional style and totally fucks it up….but not completely. for instance, she makes a mockery of turn-of-the-century british fashion, by recreating the styles with original tweeds and wools, but she makes the jackets bright and over-sized, and adds crinoline to shorter and shorter skirts, and uses rubber penis buttons to close her shrugs. also, in her ballgown collection she twists tradition just enough- the gowns are gorgeous in their superfluity and not exactly typical- a border westwood enjoys teetering on

while clinging to her ideals of androgyny.

i couldn’t help but think desperately of the music popular during each of her creative explosions, which also lead me to seeing some of my favorite literature characters in some of her outfits . for instance dominique francon from ayn rand’s “the fountainhead” is (hard to describe) a demure woman with an unavoidable attractive casing and passive aggressive sexuality who enjoys emotionally torturing the man she obsesses over and loves. ok, that was the best description i could do for now. but she would wear this:

note the huge darts over each breast. i suddenly found myself in love with dominique, and then with vivienne westwood after walking and reading throughout her exhibit- it’s only stop in the US. i really enjoyed the show because it was different. it was kooky. it was beautifully executed and effortless. i like an experience that evokes thought and brow crinkles.

also! May 15, 2007

the singing man was back at the bus stop today! glory and rejoice!

p.s. would it be inappropriate to hug him?

Alyce Santoro May 7, 2007

alyce santoro developed a textile called “sonic fabric” a few years ago. She basically combines a coarse fabric with old cassette tape film to create a fabric that is functional and musical! it actually still plays music if you run a tape deck head over it! anyways, she’s creates really cool things (for proof click here) such as this video:

how i love thee dear oakland April 26, 2007

i saw a toilet on the side of the road last evening. just sitting there, waiting to be sat on. or teetered on its side. like an ode to marcel duchamp.

this song just gets me April 24, 2007

i’m feeling super bummed ever since i came back from NOLA. i know i still need to write my sad entry about it, but my throat gets so full when i even look at the map. anyways, this song (please see “crosses” by jose gonzalez) makes me feel like i can soon write about it. it is a sweetness boiling from pain.

you know when you heat up butter and honey, and it creats this golden froth? that is this song. watching it roll into a slight bubble and at the end licking the frothy spoon you stirred it with. it’s still too hot and you may have burned the tip of your tongue, but it’s worth it. the sweetness wouldn’t be the same any later. just perfect.

lyrics:
Don’t you know that I’ll be around to guide you
Through your weakest moments to leave them behind you
Returning nightmares only shadows
We’ll cast some light and you’ll be alright for now
Crosses all over, heavy on your shoulders
The sirens inside you waiting to step forward
Disturbing silence darkens your sight
We’ll cast some light and you’ll be alright for now
Crosses all over the boulevard
The streets outside your window overflooded
People staring they know you’ve been broken
Repeatedly reminded by the looks on their faces
Ignore them tonight and you’ll be alright
We’ll cast some light and you’ll be alright

p.s. i got my driver’s permit today. my fourth one. i WILL get my license this time.

umbrellas April 22, 2007

i have never been able to understand umbrellas because i don’t care if i get wet. umbrellas have always been a mystery to me because i can’t understand why they appear just before it starts to rain. the rest of the time they are vacant from the landscape as if they had never existed. maybe the umbrellas live by themselves in little apartments under tokyo.

do the umbrellas know that it is going to rain? because i know that people don’t know. the weatherman says that it will rain tomorrow but it doesnt and you dont see a god-damn umbrella. then the weatherman says that it will be a sun-shiny day and suddenly there are umbrellas everywhere you look, and a few moments later, it starts raining like hell.

who are these umbrellas?

-richard brautigan

all i know is- that my greeen gingham umbrella is rather photogenic….
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*artsy photo by taylor

i decided what to do with my bracelet that is blue April 22, 2007

i took her to the hotel utah saloon in SF:
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she met the famous wooden mermaid…
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she had a drink…
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saw some live music…
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and all with good company…
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thoughting to work April 21, 2007

these are things that swarmed my half awake-brain as i rode the NL 20 minutes into dowtown Oakland:

1. i hate wearing my glasses because i feel like it impares my hearing (i finally realized today that this may be absurd)

2. i saw a man, in full winter get up (it was 60 degrees today) standing under a trelis, not moving. he was standing there- hat, coat, scarf, gloves- just standing and looking. i wanted to leap off the bus and poke him. or give him a hug and a handshake.

3. the man whom usually stands outside of my building and hollers songs about love and frank sinatra- hasn’t been there for 4 days. he is there every morning. and today he wasnt. i missed his taught sun burned skin and rain hat. he hates when people look at him.

4. a group of bella vista 8 year olds (i’m talkin 2 dozen) leapt onto the bus and filled the remaining empty seats with their courduroy butts and vinyl bookbags. normally i would cringe and retreat into myself from their sqealing and gregorious hum…but it was actually really beautiful. 24 kids of different shades, heights, haircuts- all having fun together on the bus. just a beautiful sea of children.

5. possibly the most puzzling- i walked one block from my bus stop to my building and passed a metal shopping cart swirling with children’s books. novel soup. i stopped and look intensely at the cart. tried to count the books. seriously contemplating wheeling the cart back to where the children got off the bus. but just kept walking wishing to spend the day handing out picture books to business people swinging their brief cases up and down broadway.

6. what if there was an express train from tokyo to montana?

mystery box (and my cat is chasing his tail) April 20, 2007

occasionally my father (male, 54. says i look so much like him that i couldve been “shot outta his ass.”) will send me a small brown papered box pocked with kitten stickers and drawings of mushrooms and other flora. this time, the package had quite a large return label with his address embraced by a large cut out of a tabby kitten. i knew that what was awaiting inside would be nothing short of miraculous. after peeling away 2 layers of Weis grocery bags (avoiding the emitting heavenly light), i find:

. one “a hug from you to me” card complete with decorated envelope, and poem.

. one watch wrapped in plastic. faux alligator band. not ticking.

. about 13 mini “french-milled” soaps wrapped in tissue paper

. 3 unpackaged tooth brushes- yellow, green, and red

. crest whitening toothpaste and floss (mint AND cinnamon)

. seven piece mystery box (two pens, a travel hairbrush/mirror, mini flashlight, scissors, calculator/magnet/clip, and manicure kit)

. a Jehovah’s Witness coming of age book (what i thought would be the gem of the set)
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. AND……….

a Franklin Mint……Collector’s…….Lord of the Rings…..SWITCHBLADE

no joke. it’s amazing. Gandolf slays the golden dragon accents with a heavily detailed sword. there is also a purple jewel nestled into the turret topped grip. this is an amazing addition to my dragon lady pocket watch also given to me by my father.
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a religious puberty book and a knife. brilliant.

what is a girl to do with a bracelet that is blue? April 18, 2007

a coworker bought me a lovely accessory while boutique hopping in NOLA> a lovely wrap-around bracelet with dark wooden beads, blue glass beads, and these fun little silver shakin bell things. in high school i was covered head-to-toe in jewelry, but i quickly lost most of my outward sparkle, including a piercing i severely miss. this little, well actually it is rather large, bangle makes me wanna go out and jingle! what’s the problem? i have no idea what to do this weekend. I’m not in NOLA, Emily is out of town (when the cat’s away…), and all i have planned is a nerdy day at the Alternative Press Expo (http://www.comic-con.org/ape/) on Saturday.

what to do what to do….Alley? Ruby Room? i need to meet some people. maybe i will go to the library with my noise making bracelet and make some friends…or enemies as it may be…

my favorite bird April 6, 2007

i will WRITE something soon, but until then i will show you why i am inlove with the albatross and why i am practicing their mating dance….

alanis doing fergie?! what? April 6, 2007

daily dilemna March 27, 2007

so i have this spice rack. it looks a little something like this:

it’s an 18- bottle milk glass VINTAGE griffith’s spice rack. ok, so what’s the problem right? thing is, i can’t put anything in them because i haven’t washed them, and i can’t wash them because i don’t want to wash away their history. same reason why i have only used my vintage primary color pyrex refrigerator set once. why are things hard?