have you noticed the incandescence the organdy draperies create when the twelve-thirty moonlight passes through them? you take your slow, well thought-out steps across the stretch of caulked oakwood, rotate your head to an obtuse angle and peer through the empty openings where light peeks through -- a vast sea of holes, m'captain. aboard the ship, ( Read more... )

i feel as if i should put a tarp over my head.

my saffron and citrine tendencies have begun to multiply exponentially within the past few days; orange juice and sauteed tofu, for example, have been a perennial favorite of mine. isolation seems to be the outlet for my inner frustrations, comfortably tailoring to my outlook on life. i once associated myself with many people, but over the past few ( Read more... )

This totally knocked me over with surprise - I received a phone call from a Jewish youth group camp leader from Fresno; he saw the shirt design I did for Sarah Kasavan's youth group, NFTY, and is commissioning me to draw a shirt design for his summer youth camp, Camp Shalom. I'm up for the challenge! My designs are showing up in various places, ( Read more... )

After learning about reference frames in physics and watching a video on dark matter in chemistry, I came to a few madman thoughts...we are living in a frame, and the frames before us and after us exist in some other distance, dimension, and/or time. The something-billion people on Earth live in the same frame, delayed by air and auditory ( Read more... )

Mary Pham lies in her bed, sweat all over her face, disgruntled, frustrated, pessimistic as hell about the world. A girl who will become the intellectual elite in some respectable social circle, but who in the meantime must suffer from High School angst. That last sentence was directly quoted from the James, by the way. I like it a lot ( Read more... )

During my afterschool sewing club/class, my English teacher and I discussed our personal approach to absorbing philosophical beliefs. She told me it's best to listen to all philosophies with an open ear and blend them together to create our own. I agree; I believe we are born as an empty canvas...throughout life, we paint our beliefs, memories, and ( Read more... )

I am completely consumed and sore at the moment; a large blister snuggly invited himself into the heel of my left foot. Hello, Mister Blister. What short notice you gave to come and visit the industrial city south of Achilles Tendon! Mr. Blister mocks me with the raise of skin, the howling pain compacted into mere millimeters. Tight vintage ( Read more... )

The weekend consisted of one of my all-time favorite monthly activities; shopping. Ah yes, the aggressive, world-wide sport of shopping. I bought a couple of Le Tigre polos, a Mavi pleated denim skirt, two cute ruffle skirts, several enamel and rhinestone mod flower pins, and a pair of Jeffery Campbell slingbacks - white, 3" kitten heel, with pink ( Read more... )

I practiced some golf swings with my little 9-year-old buddy, Rocky, today on this this rather chilly, green afternoon. I'm a left-handed golfer....I took my 7-iron and a bright orange golf ball and placed the tiny, plastic, citrus-coated sphere on the backyard green. It's been a while since I've practiced. Mmkay. I engaged in my two-second ( Read more... )