I saw this while I was walking back to my car from the Santa Monica College campus at a gloomy 10am.
Along that street there are several large trees, with gnarled roots breaking the lawns and distorting the sidewalks. The roots of the trees seem to be embracing tiny worlds within them. Next time I’m going to build a universe.
I’m not kidding.
Look for yourself!
First I greeted summer at LAF’s first ever event.
Then my sister taught me the art of bunny whispering. The little bunnies are looking for homes…my sister found them abandoned in a park. Email me at Happy.Land.2007@gmail.com if you are interested.
I heard a moving rendition of The Little Mermaid’s “Part of Your World” (Which made me reconsider my entire understanding of that film as a poignant story about the transformations we all desire).
I got my Heart On all right.
My heart for hip hop, that is.
Because we all know I’d have to strap it on otherwise (I’d do so with pride any old day!).
No wonder I am so tired!
Sensing that I might need a break (Or just a friendly kick in the pants), my sister insisted on taking me to the Aquarium of the Pacific for the day.
Once describing our polar lifestyles as the “City Mouse” and the “Country Mouse” (Guess who’s who), my sister excitedly showed me a series of colored trail maps upon arriving at my apartment. This summer she is camp director at a program for kids back home. She’s the only person I know who can boast catching a scared rabbit with just her patience. She works with autistic kids and with abused horses.
I decided I would take her on a hike in my jungle by taking the Metro to Long Beach. Now I owe her a hike in her woods, though she says that my wilderness is far scarier than hers. I don’t know about that!
We went to the aquarium. We drank beer in the shade until the children and their parents cleared out. Then we walked around the exhibits and laughed a lot together. Not surprisingly, my sister was the only one whom the lorikeets came to. I took a million photos of her (She has incredible hair) and she was a good sport about it.
Sadly, however, the octopus was unavailable that day, but we still saw to his garden and its many splendors.
My sister and I have had our share of conflict, and at times we did not speak to each other. But we are both growing up (It’s inevitable, they say) and though I cannot correct the mistakes of my prior insensitivity, it’s good to know that I have a whole future of sisterhood with her to look forward to.
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More to come – don’t worry…GET LUCKY.
I got my hair cut today! Oh my goodness, how I’ve been waiting for this hair cut. As soon as I got my tax return (And found it to be larger than expected), I knew what I was going to do with it.
I feel like a new person. Once I have my cup of coffee and get to work, I’ll feel like a complete new person.
Many many thanks to the talented and charming Victor Camarillo (I said his name in the video wrong! Terrible terrible!) over at Román Salon for hooking a sister and a loyal client up. If you need a hair cut, look no farther.
I came home to discover a package at my doorstep from Alex Davis. It’s a copy of his single “Man of the Year” for which he used one of my photos for the cover. How exciting is that?! Please take a moment to check out his stuff – it’s good!
I feel very childlike.
[ More ]If I told you half the crazy things I’ve seen, you wouldn’t believe most of them.
For instance, a guy came into the bike shop about two weeks ago who hadn’t worn shoes in eleven years. He’d modified his pedals with reinforced flip-flops. He said his feet are dirty, but not callused. I thought it was pretty cool.
I met a woman who is ninety-nine and a half years old who was an actress in olden times. If I make it to twenty-five and a half years old I’ll be more than surprised.
At some point I was walking with my bike on a very windy day when I saw a man enjoying himself at my expense. Since I did not consent, I found this wrong, and since I am a photographer, I snapped a picture as quickly as I could before he ran away, and since I am smart, I called the police. I am not going to dignify that fellow with that photo here. And anyway, it’s already been issued throughout the Santa Monica police department. I am pretty sure he won’t be showing his face (Or his dick) anytime soon.
If we’ve learned anything from the above incident, it’s that that’s no proper way to leave your mark.
A sidewalk in Silver Lake was the scene of a terrible bicycle mutilation.
A sidewalk in West Hollywood was the scene of a popular political movement.
I bought a shiny new MacBook. It’s for “work.”
But even a new MacBook can’t change the fact that right now in my life, the glasses often feel only half full.
Or that I’ve reached a certain stale mate.
But if you can keep a secret, the secret is that this party is going to be really fun (So come).
“I’ve been so busy!” is a lie I tell when in fact, I’ve been so lazy.
I drove T to school, I went to Trader Joe’s, I got an application (even though they aren’t hiring), I delivered some copy, I had a meeting, I edited some photos, wrote some emails, stamped some envelopes, and now I am writing this blog post.
Except you know what I didn’t do? I didn’t do that most sacred of all grown-up errands: Go to the bank.
And my apartment is still a disaster. (Though, to my credit, the dishes are clean!)
One other thing that’s happened is I was enjoying a delicious mozzarella ball, dark greens and spinach, turkey, and Swiss cheese salad when I noticed a bug in my food! A dead bug attached to a spinach leaf. That must be what “organic” means.
Or, as a friend put it, “Definitely not vegan.”
Here are some other things that happened that are infinitely more pleasant than a pest in your salad.
Oh and.
