Monday, October 31, 2011

Ghost of the Cepheus Flare // Blown Away

"An idea, 
like a ghost, 
must be 
spoken to a little 
before it will 
explain itself."
-Charles Dickens


Dog Day Afternoon





Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Daddy Issues


On the way home from a fun filled jaunt to SF for the weekend, we stop by my parents house Sunday night to collect the doggin. My mom is standing at the garage door in her underwear and no makeup, shoving Bella into my arms. 

"We'refine!Don'tneedtocomeup,Everything'sgreat!Didyouguyshavefun?Youmustbetired!Goodnight!" and sweeps us out the garage. I didn't even need to know how to spot a liar to know that she was up to no good.

Driving home, R and I joke about how she probably wouldn't even tell us if my dad (who had been under the weather for a couple of weeks) died, then referenced the episode of Curb where LD's mom passed away and his dad didn't tell him because he didn't want to "bother him."

Monday morning I dropped by before work to bring her a present from our trip. Something seemed off when I walked in. I opened the door to their bedroom and my dad's side of the bed was pristine.

"Where's dad..." I said, a little taken aback by the thunking seriousness of my voice.

"He's at the hospital," she said, bleary eyed, propping herself up.

"SINCE WHEN?"

"Sunday morning," she yawned and stretched, "We didn't want you to worry!" 

I guess it's not so funny when she's doing it to you.


*      *      *


Room 246. I'm afraid of what I might find when I push back the heavy wooden door. He looks worse than I had imagined. Small, frail (obviously, right? who looks strong and healthy in a hospital bed?) trapped in a web of tangled tubes that resemble the backside of a computer desk. 

Oxygen tubes wrap around his face that seems more bespeckled with liver spots than usual, or could've been the haaaarible lighting in there. IV bags hover above like pregnant translucent vultures. He turns to look at me.

Seeing him like this only made me think of the time when I was seven and ran over his big toe with my new pink scooter with chubby clumsy white tires. His toenail eventually turned black and fell off, but he wasn't mad at me. I smiled at him while choking back some tears, while knowing that my red nose is probably a dead giveaway. 

"Hey, Dad!" I said, a little taken aback by the upbeat steadiness of my voice.


photo by sally mann

Monday, October 17, 2011

Slice of Heaven


via No clue who this dude is, but great quote nonetheless.

Pizzeria Bianco tomorrow night!



Personal & the Pizzas Friday night in SF!

InVESTment


I want this jacket! 'Cept for I don't know Gucci Mane from shinola. 

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Meowsers!

I'm so enamored with Jen Lee's pet portrait tattoos. She can really capture the spirit and personality of each animal.



Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Friday, October 07, 2011

We All Have Wants


Now, I will always and forever be a Ramones girl, but October, October belongs to the Misfits.




Monday, October 03, 2011

Burning Sensation

Here's my entry for The Burning House:

These people know that you can get replacement passports prettttty pretttttttay easily, right? Should we tell 'em?? Nah.

Sunday, October 02, 2011

Oversimplification

...is what I do best.


There's only ever two things that can happen in any relationship. 
Either you grow together, or you grow apart.