Saturday, January 30, 2010

Thursday, January 28, 2010

one pretty thing.

two of my favorite musicians. Gainsbourg sings like someone who can't sing. love it!

happiness increasing.

Video: Beck and Charlotte Gainsbourg Perform Live in the Studio

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

things from the summer

flowers from Nathan, my favorite cheerleader. : )

Friday, September 4, 2009

porch talk

Today I eavesdropped on a conversation between my mom and a neighbor. She was talking about her ex-husband, about how he left her for a younger, "flashier" woman. The kind that goes tanning, gets drunk, and "party's." She said they didn't even fight as a couple, and then one day he just wanted someone else. She didn't seem that upset about it. Though apparently the kids took it badly. She went on the "people store" and met "some very nice people." My mom was asking her questions and I could tell she had the same reaction as me..."what! How do you recover from that? Who gives your bitch-slut husband the right!" But truly she was fine. walking her dog, and talking too much about menopause, gyno-visits, and her job, the one she's been at for almost 25 years and how much she is looking forward to retiring and how glad she is for the day off...

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

today, i made this:

this is the original sketch:

after about a dozen other sketches.

sometimes I forget: that making things is fun.

i should do it more often.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

at 2:37 am today, my car got towed. Very frustrating walking outside and not seeing it parked where I left it and knowing immediately that it was gone. my hands shaking and the formation of a headache that stayed the rest of the day. I went and got it at 1 pm, almost 12 hours since it was forcibly removed.
The tow yard: cramped, dusty, hot. It was nice to see the innards and guts of cars strung about in heaps and piles. 50 naked engines, 30 car doors rusting against each other, front fenders, crushed headlights. So many pieces but no whole. numbers that add up to nothing.
me and my car, rolling away between the beginning of trucks with no ends, like sentry to a strange nursing home for the abused, broken, forgotten.

headache still here. indie films and liquor.