Friday, July 31, 2009

"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
-Augusten Burroughs

photo by yours truly


Was majorly procrastinating the other night, trolling through some old photos when I was supposed to be doing supply chain forecasting homework. Oopsy. But check out this gem that I stumbled upon!

Circa 2005. Tales from the Birdbath Japan Tour. This was taken at the Funhouse in Seattle the night before we left. Now, I don't mean to toot my own (melodi)horn, but I'm digging how young I look here. Also loving R's smile in the background.

Hey, did you guys hear that Michael Jackson died?!??!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Desultory Delights: No.1

I'm such a fan of a good roundup. Such. Me Melodia & Cup of Jo (when it's not smattered with baby feces) are a couple of my faves. Plus, I love that it allows you to link without straight up ganking. I decided to try my hand at it. This, of course, will not be a regular thang, because nothing with me ever is. I'm a fickle one, I recognize that. But it keeps you on your toes right?

Best quote I've ever heard:

"We're like a platypus crawling across a scorching plain. We just shouldn't exist right now."
- Michael P.

Jagged Shadows May Indicate Saturn Ring Particles // YSL Tribs

Saturday, July 25, 2009


Come wish Mike Genz a happy birthday!

Please Don't Touch

Friday, July 24, 2009

Peaceful Warriors

Child with Toy Hand Grenade in Central Park, New York City (1962)
Diane Arbus

Earlier this week, I attended a yoga class with my brit-stepmum-in-law. The instructor was a total beer pig. She had the most hair raising inflection. Nothing like my former yoga cum therapist, who could lull me into oblivion with her KathIeen Turner, but less cigarettey & more buttery voice. I really need to get off my dimpled ass and go back to one of her sessions.

During one of the stretches, B.P. came over and moved my foot! ACK! I almost peed a little. I thought yoga was a personal practice? I just curled up in child pose (aka fetal position) and wished that I could bend time. The kicker, was that she kept chirping, "Okay, now on to warrior pose... you're a peaceful warrior." Um, really?!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Color me embarrassed.

As a bud once pointed out, I only feel comfortable spilling my guts to complete strangers. When someone, IRL, says they read my blog, I'm torn between feeling really a) extremely flattered b) utterly mortified.

a) Because, WOW, you take the time out of your busy life to read about my nonsense here? That's kind & radical.
b) Because, OMG, you know my inner most thoughts. You know what a nut bag I really am. You will pass judgement on me.

Wanna see me turn really lobster red? Reference things that I have written about, never fails. Any of you ever feel like that? As tough as I may try to pass myself off to be sometimes, I'm still just that shy little girl inside. Shhh, don't blow my cover, okay?

photo via twink

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

U.F.: Ring Edition

killing me softly from Tiffany & Co
[bluer, bluest]
1. of the colour blue; of the colour of a clear unclouded sky
2. (of the flesh) having a purple tinge from cold
3. depressed or unhappy
4. pornographic: blue movies

I've heard the term "blue" in reference to racy thangs like five times in the past five months. Incredibly retro, no?

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Note to girl

Girl, you're becoming a full grown woman in no time. Moving parts, exciting things.


Monday, July 20, 2009

Bella Is My Type

"Bella Is My Type" 2009
typewriter; correction fluid; tracing paper
by yours truly

I've never known a sweeter, more loving, animal.

Saturday, July 18, 2009


Super good movie!
Ate Dippen Dots & only cried once.

via google images & twink


Identical Twins by Diane Arbus

Friday, July 17, 2009


AA circle scarf doubles as a hands-free chihuahua holder. She loves this. Don't believe that "get me the fuck outta here, somebody, anybody, please!" look on her face. Bella gets super freaked out when it's stormy outside so she needs to be swaddled. This was fun, until my boobs got sweaty.

...guilty as charged...

Not this year, I swear (besides the meatloaf cake). I will not make a peep, nor broadcast. Pinky swear!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Hmm?? Is it??

Is it Friday yet? Because this week has been a motherfucker.

photo by ryan mcginley

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

I'm going bananas.

My mind has been duly blown.

Don' e'er let 'em see you cry...

As a rule, I try to limit my crying to movies, Gossip Girl, pharmaceutical commercials, NPR in the car (by myself), laughing til' tears/snot flows, deep yawning--- ack, but sometimes life gets the best of you.

Whatever you do, NEVER cry at work. The only acceptable exception for crying in the workplace, is if you're making someone else cry. H.B.I.C., ya'd better recognize!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


Ar = R. gone in on a business trip,
leaving me to my own devices.


Damn you, Google Sponsored Links!
You should be a comedy writer in Hollywood.

Summer thus far:

Now Playing: Do you ever?

  • Listen the shit out of one particular album?
  • Over and over again until you can sing every lyric in your sleep?
  • When a shuffle of the order of songs seems to upset the balance of the universe?
  • Feel like you want to marry/be besties with the singer?
  • Let every note weave itself into the fabric of your reality and being?
  • Construct imaginary parallels between you and the songwriter?
  • Hear the aformentioned album again down the line and feel simultaneously nostalgic and embarrassed?
  • Conclude that you've outgrown that chapter of your life and the once adored and worshiped music just sounds childish and listless.
  • Wonder why you ever liked it in the first place?

*not Nirvana, never Nirvana

Monday, July 13, 2009

Out of Office Message:

Howdy! I'm guest blogging over at a couple of my most favoritest blogs today. Stop by & say hi!
Hope Monday is treating you as well as it can. She's a harsh lady, but it's not entirely her fault.


Friday, July 10, 2009

"Champagne [& crab legs] for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends."
-Francis Bacon

Now Playing: Shorty

Looking in the bathroom mirror...

Ungrateful me: "Damn, I wish I had longer legs. Fuck, they're so short and stubby."

Reflection: "At least you have legs at all, you little twatwaffle."

Eames Inspired Leg by Joanna Hawley

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Ain't what they used to be...

I scream,
you scream,
we all scream
this ain't no
ice cream truck...
t'is a molester van!

Ice cream trucks in AZ look totally dodgy.

It really fucking
grinds my gears
when YouTube
doesn't let me
embed videos.


Sculpture by the Glue Society;
drawring by EDREM
top photo by yours truly

Monday, July 06, 2009


I burned my upper lip while trying to obliterate my 'stache!
This shit had better not look like herpes tomorrow,
for, I have a calendar full of v. important meetings.

For Megan:

The sweetest girl with teeth & heart of gold.
Can't wait to catch up.

Sunday, July 05, 2009


Has anyone read this? It looks amazinggg.

Blogging can feel like this sometimes

“The best way to waste your life, … is by taking notes. The easiest way to avoid living is to just watch. Look for the details. Report. Don’t participate.”

- Chuck Palahniuk

Saturday, July 04, 2009

It all went too fast.

First night. Soho. Walked out of TopShop and looked up. The sky was amazing. Everyone was stopped dead in their tracks. There was an eerie quietness reminiscent of a pre-alien invasion scene in some Will Smith flick. Wasn't sure if the world was going to end just then. It was beautiful.
R upgraded to a suite without my knowing. My cheap ass was a little miffed for a moment, until I saw the view from my side of the bed. "Let's just squat here, forever and ever."
Dinner at DuMonts with Zeke & Chiyo, then drinks at Daddy's with the boys. These guys have known each other since age 12. It's so nice to have OLD friends. Brooklyn is crawling with AZ transplants. I had my first "margaveza," margarita mix + corona. I'm hooked.
Met up with the inimitable Mr. Johnny Sagan for drinks at the Waldorf & dinner at Balthazar.
SHELL SHOCKED. We ordered Le Balthazar seafood tower. And tower it was, did.
Little lovers.

Afterwards, we strolled over to Union Square and bid farewell to our Brooklyn bound bud, but not before securing some ice cream cones. R & I sat on the steps under the glow of Shoe Mania and devoured our snacks whilst watching MJ videos on a laptop hooked up to big speakers in the park. Made so many amazing memories that I'll never forget.