Saturday, February 23, 2008

no body knows it






...but i think cap. & toni are tops! travolta is totally leaning on his perfectly feathered coiffure to make up for his blood-hound-wrong-key tone.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

tinted lenses on the times

god help me for being in love with a 66 yr old man and a man that wears pajamas to art openings:

schnabel and rose


schnabel's colored oil sprawl on a nautical map:

navigation drawings opening

bonus round:



Monday, February 18, 2008

another another

another one of those universe-in-transition-uranus-in-mars'-backyard, past few days. no mechanical woes or botched relations. quite the contrary. a band that i had scoured the internet for hours trying to remember the name of, (british band from the 90's, was what i was working with) made itself known to my elated surprise. a friend randomly had the cd lying on the floor, staring up at me to say, "hey you know me! we go way back, how could you forget my name?!".
received 3 'long time no talk, how are you' emails from 3 very different unrelated people. these are all good things. good good things. mending healing and discovering gomez on the floor of someones office are all in alignment with one another.

tellin' it how it is:

irma


graham central station




Monday, February 11, 2008

trip in the wayback machine



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'naner puddin' from feed.
dang-o!!

Saturday, February 2, 2008

land of the heartless


riding on the bus the other night, slightly nodding off with the coo of
autoclave in my
ears.
i look over to my left and notice a young fellow, early twenties rocking a serious albino bone thugs n' harmony hairdo. he sheepishly smiles at me a few times, but i'm so delirious that i don't pay too much attention. i do start to notice that he is feverishly typing and re-typing some serious text message: perhaps to his fellow bone thug friend? to his sister telling her to pick up more kitty litter for their cat named lawrence withers? quickly he completes his text and thrusts his arm in my line of vision and the text reads:
HI! ARE YOU MARRIED? IF NOT DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT? YOU ARE PRETTY.
a flush took over my face, i grinned and said i have a boyfriend, but thanked him all the same. all of this was said to him in a sort of deaf voice, as i was still wearing my headphones. i then felt very awkward, not for myself but for this young guy. i give credit to all the young mens hustling via CTA vehicular woo.