27 April 2009
The ability to understand that sometimes elusive phrase- unconditional love
Putting politics aside, I look forward to reading Losing Mum and Pup in its entirety. Read an excerpt here, and listen to Christoper Buckley speak here.
Stealing Beauty
22 April 2009
Kittens at play
21 April 2009
20 April 2009
Fragile as Fingernails
My castle, my books.
pages from the sketchbook on an anonymous diarist who recorded makeshift memorials for Abraham Lincoln
frm Maira Kalman's And the Pursuit of Happiness
Reading Lincoln's Melancholy by Joshua Wolf Shenk. I'll let you know if I, too, fall in love with A. Lincoln.
16 April 2009
15 April 2009
Bless this Mess
The apartment is still in a state of dishabille from this weekend (evidence: photo 1), but oh it feels good to do what you set out to do!
Frederick Seidel
“So this is where you write?”
“My boy,” he said, “this is where I live.”
“My boy,” he said, “this is where I live.”
pleased to meet you sir, frm the Times Magazine
A shy pornographer at Nepenthe's
I'm irritable and tonight I think Big Sur is the answer. Maybe I'll meet the ghost of Henry Miller while I'm there.
08 April 2009
Pick-pocketing
boldy and brashly. Image nicked (nay, borrowed) frm Pia. Expect to see paper lanterns with black velvet ribbon swaying to and fro if you happen by my place.
Yes, there's poetry, and the lost souls of the South, but I love him most when he makes me laugh
Bob Dylan and Albert Grossman
Bob Dylan: What can I say, if I had Joe Perry with me everything would obviously be different. As it is though, he wasn't there. Soloing is not a big part of my records anyway. Nobody buys them to hear solos. What I try to do is to make sure that the instrumental sections are dynamic and are extensions of the overall feeling of the song.
07 April 2009
Now the strangest thing I've seen was a t-shirt turning green/In envy of a turtle dove
Quiet, quiet and I'm listening to the sounds of Laurel Canyon, where I've never been so this is what it sounds like to me (do you hear me, Lester Bangs?), watched Breezy a few days ago, and I envy Joni Mitchell wearing a backless dress, which I cannot, I simply cannot. Though maybe I will, anyway.
06 April 2009
04 April 2009
The Exquisite PRESENTation
Dear Erica Weiner sent me an early birthday gift. I found them in my mailbox last night after an evening's festivities, and wouldn't you know- I woke up wearing them this morning. Hand-cut sterling silver sequins from the 1930s really are the way to go.
03 April 2009
Ode to a small thing (not Teepee) vol. 3
This blog of mine generally hovers in the world of fantasy, or at least reality viewed through very deep-rose lenses, but vague truth seems to have elbowed it's way in lately. To wit, I would like to thank the dear waiter at D.O.C. Wine Bar who saw my tears the other night and slipped me a glass of red. I aim to find the pearl in every oyster, no matter how rotten an oyster may seem, and his kindness was bright and shining, and not to hard to find.
Looking for photos for this post, I found a blurry shot of a girl wearing a dress that I own, with a haircut similar to mine own.
02 April 2009
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