warm in the shadows

what kind of heart would break as easy as my own, look at all the marrow of my frozen bones




disco, disco.

making it happen

i just met the most adorable 4th grader ever. i asked him if he liked school, he said, "yes", but then confided that he felt bad because he forgot things at school . . . like the books that he needed to do his homework.

i suggested a post-it note, he said that he never thought of that.

i think i changed his life.

H A U N T E D

perhaps in a good way

a likely impossibility is always preferable to an unconvincing possibility.

i decorated my room with violet streamers at 4 am last night

i've been listening to grizzly bear so much lately .. beach house, warpaint, cat power, 60's everything. i guess it's winter.

she dissolves like sugar

"Mrs. Lewis hands me a kleenex from her purse to wipe the lipstick off my mouth that I just learned to put on properly in Charm School. The Kleenex smells of lilac, Chanel, cigarettes."

finally doing laundry

my pillow cases are stained with blk eyeliner tears.

greenhouse glasshouse

“The physics of the greenhouse effect is so basic that instead of asking whether it would happen, it makes more sense to ask what on earth could make it not happen” -- Spencer Weart, physicist and historian.

invisible strings

oh my angel . . .

all i want is a sequin dress for new years

strongdesireto chain smoke.

feeling strange on the inside

charm school

"When nervous in social situations, the kangaroo licks its forearms, the octopus eats its tentacles, the African horned beetle stands on its head. Dogs greet each other by sniffing extremities. When the giant petrel of Antarctica meets a strange bird in its neighborhood, it squirts a jet of oil from its nostrils with a force great enough to knock the other creature down. Ladies, it is ettiquete which differentiates us from the animal world."

le cour, l'amour perdu

he reminds me of a song i can't remember, but can only hum.

le parapluie

tonight was interesting. bizarre for a number of reasons, perfect in it's own right.

"This is what I mean when I say I would like to swim against the stream of time. I would like to erase the consequences of certain events and restore an initial condition. But every moment of my life brings with it an accumulation of new facts, and each of these new facts brings with it its consequences; so the more I seek to return to the zero moment from which I set out, the further I move away from it: though all my actions are bent on erasing the consequences of previous actions and though I manage to achieve appreciable results in this erasure, enough to open my heart to hopes of immediate relief, I must, however, bear in mind that my every move to erase previous events provokes a rain of new events, which complicate the situation worse than before and which I will then, in their turn, have to erase. Therefore I must calculate carefully every move so as to achieve the maximum of erasure with the minimum of recomplication." - Italo Calvino

sometimesimsoembarrassedicantsleep

sweet melodies

and so it goes

Almost exactly one year since my last post. That's kind of amazing. Lately I've been thinking a lot about home (Seattle), a return trip to Paris, fixing my record player, climate change, all the books i haven't read and heartache. The year is almost over and the holiday season is here. Where has the time going and what do i have to say for myself?