good bye

The repairman in the doorway,
yellow hard-hat, scrub-jacket: Goodbye.
Name flashed on a plastic card.

He slips back into his life with
a fence around it.

Draped windows.

Not mine.

Lately I am so hard
people slide off me forever.

This emptiness sharpens me.
Light prints itself on the plate of memory,
acid on metal.

It's three years since we invented, you and I,
a ritual for leaving.

Back to back in the city street at noon
we walked five paces apart, and were swallowed up
by our lives.

When they said, If you eat this fruit you will die,
they didn't mean right away.


won't be the same dear, if your not here with me

For whatever reason that makes no sense to me, I have been without a record player a majority of my Los Angeles life... going on 4 years now- I know! ITS NUTS... SO due to some reeee-donkulous circumstance: I HAVE A RECORD PLAYER. I waited 2 weeks for the right chord from Ebay and now she's spinning and ready to go! Unfortunately I only have one record in my possession and its a Christmas record! Fortunately, it is Elvis's!!!


**apparently listening to xmas records after xmas makes photos reverse**

So, I've been starting my mornings off with this... I just like the grainy sound more than anything. So, my ultimate goal this weekend is to build up my library again... I think the ones I had before that I gave away on "perma loan" have comfortably made their ways onto other peoples' lives and it would be unfair and not very karmic (?) of me to take them away from their new mommys and daddy's... so that means, new year, new collection.

This is going to be fun... Maybe I'll let you know what I ended up with...

also seems like I may need that camera... anyone have any ideas? SLR por favor


how can love bare to see you alone?

This year started out on the floor... literally. I couldn't walk...LITERALLY! A couple bottles of drugs, LOTS of bed rest, a giant epidural ...yeah..I said EPIDURAL...as in what they give ladies about to birth a full sized child... and 12 books later, I was able to go and get my first full yoga session out of the way last night. ***sigh***

I'm not sure if it's the shorter days and longer nights, recovering and lack of social/endorphin/any interaction but I am such a homebody these days... reading and listening to records, playing piano and trying to slow down the noise.

I need a nature charge up- see some trees, smell some untouched air, lay in my backyard in Maine and look up at the sky when the sun tries to break through and barely makes its reflection to sit down by my side.

i hope sweet dreams whisk you away tonight.


its a birthday bash

I didn't want to steal the thunder from my lovely friend, Lauren's, birthday so I waited till today to post all of the AMAZING icons that were birthed over the years on this apparently very popular birthing weekend.... that means, lotsa parentals were influencing each other in the bedroom as soon as April showers began to pour! *sorry...I'm so inappropriate!

Elvis, 76

David Bowie, 64

Jenny Lewis, 35

R. Kelly, 44

Carolina Herrera, 72