our puppy!

we're thinking of calling her sasha, or mika, or fuji...

addicted to tavi

i stumbled upon this blog today called style rookie, whose creative and intelligent proprietor is a 12-year-old girl. i'm pretty much obsessed right now. check out these awesome photos/videos of hers.



Untitled from Tavi G on Vimeo.


Untitled from Tavi G on Vimeo.

shiba inu

my mom just called to tell me that they bought a shiba inu puppy, like 12 weeks old or something. she looks like this:

big on ebay

recent ebay wins:





and losses:

dressed in black

just found this image here. i think its pretty.

jammin to this for days now

good morning 1996!

i must be myself

photo thanks to chrissy white

re-read a chunk of ralph waldo emerson's self-reliance right now, riddled with pen marks from my high school career, like asterisks and haphazard underlining.

i found this quote marked:

"i must be myself. i cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. if you can love me for what i am, we shall be the happier. if you cannot, i will still seek to deserve that you should. i must be myself. i will not hide my tastes or aversions. i will so trust that what is deep is holy, that i will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever inly rejoices me, and the heart appoints."

it reminded me of this little anecdote found in sunday's nytimes magazine :

It was my daughter’s birthday, and she was turning 14 — an age everyone was warning me about. On Facebook, I noticed that a friend had recommended a music video on YouTube, so I clicked on it. The video is basically a compilation of clips from other YouTube videos that kids have made of themselves dancing in their basements. It’s all set to a song by a band called Tomboyfriend.

In one clip, a boy wearing a toque and enormous sunglasses waves his arms around seductively. In another, a kid dressed in a motorcycle helmet kicks his legs up to the side in a sort of hoedown move. Each time you watch it, you have a different favorite kid. They flail their arms around and gyrate their hips and completely, completely let themselves go.

It’s pretty clear in each clip that there is either no one behind the camera or another teenager holding it. Each scene captures teenagers experiencing joy utterly un-self-consciously, acting in ways that would make any adult who walked in say, “What the . . . ?”

As I watched, I suddenly remembered this part of being a teenager. Half the time they’re doing something incredibly bad — tying another kid to a pole with the belt from their school uniform or smoking pot in the alley. That’s what teenagers are famous for. But you forget the side of them that just lives in the moment and laughs all afternoon and feels a rock song the way adults never can and spends all day looking for the most original way to shout out: “I am here! I am me!”

It made me profoundly happy that Arizona was turning 14. I knew the year was going to be full of moments of happy absurdity.

by HEATHER O’NEILL (author of “Lullabies for Little Criminals”)

dinner for two

chloe and i made a delicious dinner after an impromptu cardio blast and pilates session in our living room thanks to exercise tv.

we made seared polenta rounds with crisp sage and grana padano cheese, as well as new mexico chili-glazed pan-roasted chicken. we also enjoyed a coupla pimm's cups, on the house.



chloe and i made dinner tonight, after a quick cardio blast pilates session in our living room thanks to exercise tv on demand.

space turkeys

pictures of the crafted felt stuffed turkey i made at spacecraft today. i'm giving this one to my little brother and making another one with a pinecone as a base tomorrow!

love is being stupid together

thank you foreign blog

coyotes are cool

i wish i were here right now.


The Daily Coyote - Charlie & Chloe Playing from daily coyote on Vimeo.

who do you wish you were, the coyote or the puppy? (or if it's you reading this, the beastie?)

via dailycoyote

i love mornings when i link to link to link

i'm a weirdo. i watched this video once, enjoying it for all it's worth. then a second time, and karaoke-d to the song.



thanks cute overload!

open fracture wound

a series of video chat photos with my brother, max. he broke is finger on friday. his birthday is coming up. my parents just told me that they've decided to make like the obamas and buy him a puppy!

morning poem

just found this image on lux via this, along with the following poem.

glamourie by kathleen jamie.

When I found I'd lost you –
not beside me, nor ahead,
nor right nor left not
your green jacket moving

between the trees anywhere,
I waited a long while
before wandering on: no wren
jinked in the undergrowth,

not a twig snapped.
It was hardly the Wildwood,
just some auld fairmer's
shelter belt, but red haws

reached out to me,
and between fallen leaves
pretty white flowers bloomed
late into their year. I tried

calling out, or think
I did, but your name
shrivelled on my tongue,
so instead I strolled on

through the wood's good
offices, and duly fell
to wondering if I hadn't
simply made it all up: you,

I mean, everything,
my entire life....either way,
nothing now could touch me
bar my hosts, who appeared

as diffuse golden light,
as tiny spiders
examining my hair....
what gratitude I felt then -

I might be gone for ages,
maybe seven years!
-and such sudden joie de vivre
that when a ditch gaped

right there instantly in front of me
I jumped it, blithe as a girl -
ach, I jumped clear over it,
without even pausing to think.

finally got a cloak!

cocktail party

here are pictures of the menu from last night's cocktail party. the theme was "discover your drink".


all of the 3oz paper cups were color coded, so you would pick up a drink and then check the menu to see what you chose.



a lot of boys unwittingly loved cosmos, the sweetest drink of the night was the spiced nog, and the old-fashioned was the hard-hitting man's drink.


winning the best new artist award for the evening was brendan's DIY creation of the key lime pie with god knows what strange liqueurs, and the floral fizz.

resurfaced road photos

late night dancing in a parking lot behind the young ave deli in memphis. we listened to oldies a drank our reserve bottle of wine from new york



dressed like delta belles touring an antebellum mansion in natchez, mississippi.



late night stroll through ghostly new orleans


suffering the heat during the drive across texas

a video from new orleans

this was taken on meryl's camera on our second night in new orleans during the last week of august (days before gustav hit). we were at the spotted cat on frenchman street.

watch as the camera momentarily swerves to the right, where i'm sitting, next to andrew our host, and our third partner in crime, jessica.

*note = meryl is a creative camera person.

three witches: just discovered

making the same face as we head out for a night on the town (my birthday!), sneaking out of the odd christian hostel in short dresses, for a night of messy ribs, a jukebox in a pool hall, and dancing in the street (literally) in the middle of the night.

(8.24.08)

for my ass

what an idiot. the librarianist

i want a cloak

haven't been inspired to buy anything in awhile, but i really want one of this designer's cloaks, preferably in a south american or tex-mex print.

i don't watch this show, but

i like the outfit in the center:

the gift on my mind

found here (click to see it bigger)

over the course of a few subway rides this afternoon, i found myself accidentally engrossed in an article in the times sunday magazine entitled what is art for? the subject is the poet lewis hyde. what most captivated me about the article was the concept of a gift economy as conceived by hyde in his seminal work, the gift

Hyde’s 1983 book “The Gift,” subtitled “Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World,” argues that inspiration comes to its creator the same way a gift does. Because of this, both the artist and the resulting work itself become uneasy in a market economy. This gift is most comfortable, instead, when it is kept moving — offered or traded — instead of being hoarded or commodified….Over the years, “The Gift” has developed a cult following among writers and artists who rarely lend their names to anything as potentially sentimental as a book on “creativity” — David Foster Wallace, Zadie Smith and Geoff Dyer among them. To Jonathan Lethem, it’s “a life-changer”; video artist Bill Viola calls it “the best book I have read on what it means to to be an artist in today’s economic world.”

- from an LA Times article on the gift

i'm not sure what i have to say about these ideas yet. all i know is that i found the article very intriguing. it left me feeling emboldened to seek out the book at the library tomorrow and to dig up my norton anthology of american literature (which i am thrilled to have not discarded during my move!) in order to re-read some passages by emerson and thoreau, which i remember captivated me when i first read them in the 10h or 11th grade.

sunday adventures

just found this here. i love it. i feel like jessica will love this, too.