Thursday, July 17, 2014

Dreaming on.

I have good news.

I'm starting a biotech project.  This how I'm feeling:

On Hello and Good Buck, I get my fortune told.

Next week: Santa Fe.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Special guest star post.

Joseph Martinez and I visited the Santa Cruz boardwalk to shoot a self-imposed theme: First Day of Summer.

Here is one of his shots:

Next week: more from FDOS series...

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Monday, June 9, 2014

Mourning, part deux.

1:00 am:

I was in the bathroom at my parents' house, doing my makeup in front of the mirror.  The door was open--I always left it open when I was primping so that I could talk to family members if they walked past.  

Dad appeared in the doorway--I saw him in the mirror at first: slow-moving, unsteady on his feet, bloodshot eyes.  I turned around and went to him.  He took my hands by the fingertips and said, "Look at my purty little gal."

I started to cry, I embraced him and his body started to break up and become insubstantial.  My mother stood by the doorway then, impatient.  I said "Bye, Daddy" and we both cried.  He wailed [a sound from real life].  I woke up.

"I know now that my mourning will be chaotic." -Roland Barthes

Next week: less.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Hog-wild for Tennessee.

Highlights from last week:

1) My friends M & Z.
M thoroughly indulged me and hooked me up in his new house with my own wing and exceptional bath products.  He introduced me to his family in Knoxville--a mix of Iraqi, Lebanese, and Syrian cultures.  His grandma made us meals and they sent me home with spices!
Vacation + cultural lessons = my favorite.

Islands in the stream. That is what Dolly & I are.  No one in between.  How can that be wrong?

3) The Grand Ol' Opry.
Holyshit this place is amazing.  My Appalachian grandparents would've loved it.  I loved it too.  3 hours of some of THE BEST COUNTRY MUSIC NASHVILLE HAS TO OFFER, plus standing ovations for ancient WWII veterans?  LORD HAVE MERCY.

4) Patios. 
It stays so warm outside at night, unlike the bay area.  It's better.  Yes, I said it.

5) Bourbon.
I drank more than my fair share.

6) Absolutely nothing expected of me.
I love being unproductive in another city--particularly a southern one.  It's too hot/humid to move fast during the day, and at night...well, see #5.

Next week: Gratin night.