Handlebar mustaches are no laughing matter.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
This morning I rode three miles on my scooter in the frozen air, and when I was almost to where I was going I thought my skin would ignite, it was burning so fiercly where exposes to the wind. A lot of things feel that way, lately. Close to ignition.
At the drugstore as I was being rung up, I watched an old lady get caught shoplifting. This is a strangely bitter day, so far.
On the plus side, i'm wearing a fake nose ring and every person who stares at it and doesn't say a WORD makes me laugh SO HARD when they walk away.
At the drugstore as I was being rung up, I watched an old lady get caught shoplifting. This is a strangely bitter day, so far.
On the plus side, i'm wearing a fake nose ring and every person who stares at it and doesn't say a WORD makes me laugh SO HARD when they walk away.
Monday, January 21, 2008
For liam.
It is strange, how tragedy can rearrange the days.
I had a brother, in secret.
No one knew that he had a name, but us. We were sworn to hold the name
Behind our tongues, to tread water, keep my mother afloat.
It was the kind of secret that is like holding your breath,
a burning, expanding monster that gnaws away at your throat.
That takes your words.
We found out on a Friday afternoon, and the weekend passed,
With no sign of daylight, and no sleep,
There was no way to pretend.
And so it all feels like one long day, and the only moment I can seem to remember
is when my father collapsed in the door frame, under the weight of all that nighttime that was all around us.
I watched him there, in a heap on the floor, and I realized that it was Monday,
And that I should be in school, and he at work.
As if someone had flung up the shades, I saw us there
in the mottled sunlight the screen door let in.
There we were, and we were never the same.
I had a brother, in secret.
No one knew that he had a name, but us. We were sworn to hold the name
Behind our tongues, to tread water, keep my mother afloat.
It was the kind of secret that is like holding your breath,
a burning, expanding monster that gnaws away at your throat.
That takes your words.
We found out on a Friday afternoon, and the weekend passed,
With no sign of daylight, and no sleep,
There was no way to pretend.
And so it all feels like one long day, and the only moment I can seem to remember
is when my father collapsed in the door frame, under the weight of all that nighttime that was all around us.
I watched him there, in a heap on the floor, and I realized that it was Monday,
And that I should be in school, and he at work.
As if someone had flung up the shades, I saw us there
in the mottled sunlight the screen door let in.
There we were, and we were never the same.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Growing pains
Michael is moving up and moving out and I am feeling sad and nostalgic. I am enamored by our quick close friendship, and I'm glad that it's not ending and he's not moving away.
I am also realizing that when people ask me what I make and what sort of artist I am, i stutter and fumble and end up sounding like I don't know what I'm talking about, rather than just being straight up and opinionated. I know exactly what i'm talking about.
I sold 35 necklaces at Bizarre Market in three weeks, and two days ago I moved into my Visarts studio.
Most things are coming up roses.
I am also realizing that when people ask me what I make and what sort of artist I am, i stutter and fumble and end up sounding like I don't know what I'm talking about, rather than just being straight up and opinionated. I know exactly what i'm talking about.
I sold 35 necklaces at Bizarre Market in three weeks, and two days ago I moved into my Visarts studio.
Most things are coming up roses.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
7:15
I just came over here to blogspot avenue to type a one sentence entry that went like this: "I get so psyched whenever I am in a SAMETIME picture!"
Then it occurred to me, that maybe I should tell you what it is, and spread the word!
SAMETIME 7:15 collaborative photography project that my friend Michael is 1/6 in, they take a picture at 7:15 every day, and it's deliciously addicting, especially if you like to know all of the facts, like I do. It's interesting how boiled down it makes everything seem, when you are forced to pinpoint only one moment of each day as a representation.
Check it out at: http://www.sametime715.com
There's a picture of me while talking about my hatred for Napoleon Dynamite, and I just look so satisfied with myself. Michael just looks delighted.
Then it occurred to me, that maybe I should tell you what it is, and spread the word!
SAMETIME 7:15 collaborative photography project that my friend Michael is 1/6 in, they take a picture at 7:15 every day, and it's deliciously addicting, especially if you like to know all of the facts, like I do. It's interesting how boiled down it makes everything seem, when you are forced to pinpoint only one moment of each day as a representation.
Check it out at: http://www.sametime715.com
There's a picture of me while talking about my hatred for Napoleon Dynamite, and I just look so satisfied with myself. Michael just looks delighted.
Friday, January 4, 2008
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