Friday, January 23, 2009

today's blog

is directed at you, kay.



we wish you were coming with us today and we want you to know that we are planning to come see you very very soon.


you're the grey to my christina. fuck the white picket fence. and i love you.

Monday, January 19, 2009

food for thought.

lance said: society views an artist as someone who produces art. i say, nonsense. being an artist is a matter of spirit, not of practice. put down your brush, silence your voice, close your notebook. are you any less an artist? of course not. you are now an artist without a voice.

i said: and do you think there are artists who are better off without their art?


this is a tiny excerpt from a fantastic conversation between my friend lance and i. do discuss. amongst yourselves or on my blog. if you would like to be just as cool as us you could discuss it over dinner with friends. maybe turn off the tv and cook something like this:

chicken terriyaki meatballs with snowpeas and edamame

*also can be made with tofurky, or some super lean organic turkey meat. drink some moscato. sutter home. because it's only 9 dollars for the whole huge thing and because it's yum yum yum.



oooh, and play some bob dylan. some early bob dylan. i just found a dylan-baez duet record for $1.50 at the DI but that is all mine people.

Monday, January 12, 2009

because i owe it.

this old debt that comes up every year; creeps purple-grey underneath my eyes. it rips the sarcasm right out of my mouth. rages something acidic inside my insides.

and i've said it once, i'll say it a million times: it is not okay for a girl to wish she was a snake. or a coma victim. or an anne sexton.

it is not okay. but when it leaves, this bookie on my back, i say: i don't want my emotions watered down.

i forget what it was like. or what it must have been like for my mom to witness.

no, it is not okay. because i owe it. if not to myself. than to her. to those of you who have seen or heard it. and have worried.

so i'm actually gonna try this time, okay? try to fix it. try to pay some of it back. because i don't really want to sit here anymore, riddled in the middle like some oddly asphyxiated junky addicted to her own issues.

and because i just plain owe it.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

just know

they'll chase you if you play their little games.



so you better run. run fast. sugarcane.

noteworthy:

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