would-wear wednesday

All day every day.



more fuzz.

one foot in and one foot back

Current favorite song by my current favorite band. The repeat button may or may not be on in our household.
Perhaps because they remind me of her. Or you. or you. or her.
Or all of you.
Enjoy.

god hates protesters

Why do I have this thing? I a) am not as self-involved as once predicted. Actually, that's not true. But I will take staring into the mirror over internet lookatme routines anyday. I guess I'm just old fashioned. And b) I never remember my password.

Goal: Start writing more about gender, race, inequality, soc in general, art and all the other subjects that cloud my mind and rain on everyone else's parade.

where's my salt when I need it?

Tonight I experienced something new. That something new is Pepper Spray. My roommate and besty Betty thought it was a good idea to "test out" her pepper spray on our porch. This resulted in predictable waftage, followed by a coughing and vomiting attack complete with violet snot. Rapists? You had it coming. Nevertheless, as I sit here breathing in the embers of attempted assault, I still have found the time to both enjoy Man Man's takeaway show and google the word "pepper". Clearly. Now excuse me as I continue to vomit up our precautions.

spoilerz: diamond & beth are all things superior

Psst. Secret time. I actually do not have any taste in music. Besides listening to opera by myself or occasionally attending a local function to support my friends, my music knowledge is difficult to qualify.
To make my life a little bit easier, I let glamf do most of the work for me.
When I am in the mood to search for any new music, I also have a simple route. I scoot on over, using my handy browser bookmark tool, to Gangster Legs, a music blog written by the most trustworthy of hip twenty-somethings on the east coast. You want some hip hop? Have a swig of the new DOOM. Oh, you were in the mood for funk? Dig deep into this obscure 1970's trio. Bard's latest hype-machine? You got it.
These cats have free downloads almost daily!

What I'm saying is, it's the Baskin Robbin's of all flavors funky.
Don't believe me, enjoy one of the latest gems to be posted.

jump out of your jeans

I miss Bard.

or: lemonade

When life gives you lemons, squint your eyes until they look like apples.
One Big Apple.


This is the only photograph of Paul and I in New York City.
This is going to change.

So it's official, my two loves are joining me on a trip to New York in a month. It will be nice to combine my two anchors here with the life that I miss. I have a few gems, a few blondes, a few artists lurking in the woods. I cannot wait to see their troublemaking grins and to hear their heart-stopping laughter. We will be knee-deep in nostalgia (err inebriation) at Bard College, then we are planning to haunt the city streets on Halloween and after Betty peaces back to the desert, Paul and I will soak in as much of Print Week that we can. Best week of the year yet.

I have spent small pockets of time in the city with these beautiful people and I cannot wait to continue sharing with them that state I love so dearly.
Paint me ecstatic.