6/21/10 6/21/10

weekend brunching

pink patent leather pumps and pink polka dots.

burrata so fresh it spoke italian to me. arugula with tomatoes still dusty from the vine; just the way i ordered them.

scrambled eggs and fontina...why, of course? asparagus, and more arugula. i think i could open my own dairy with the amount of butter used in this le creuset alone.

when in faux itailian newport coast fancy schmancy restuarant one must do as the faux italian newport coastians do: order mousse al cioccolato.

by the time the check arrived, the pink polka dots were more resembling that goopy, blobby lava lamp shape. i noticed the waitstaff hiding silverware from me. i needed to get out of my dress, and into a nice elastic waistband.

happy monday y'all.

6/18/10 6/18/10

and when the world is through with us, we've got each other's arms....

A father is always making his baby into a little woman.

And when she is a woman he turns her back again.

~ Enid Bagnold

happy father's day.

6/16/10 6/16/10

hermit by choice

i'm constantly chided for my hermit like tendencies.

what people don't realize is that instead of hiding behind my front door amassing an enviable lint collection and a law & order library to rival imbd; hh and i also work excruciating hours on the routine.

i'm only showing it once so that you copycats respect our simple, modest piece.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9BqgrhHhQE&feature=related]

sorry for the camera bumpiness.....priscilla was filming.

6/16/10 6/16/10

partly cloudy

talk to me sunshine, drop me a line.

let me know your gums are healthy and teeth are white.

it's been a shivery june, full of goosebumps and sweaters;

making foreheads furrow and yawns appear uninvited.

if you insist on continuing this cloudy coyness, at least stir me up a sticky, sultry storm.

i'm a sucker for warm, dark rain with an occasional beastly crack of thunder;

junkies on repeat and the windows open wide to the rowdy, wet ruckus= i'm a happy girl.

just pick a side. i want drama. give me tears or fits of giggles.

i'm bored with this weak tea in a styrofoam cup.

6/14/10 6/14/10

somewhere 2010

sofia coppola's new film FINALLY released its trailer.....

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9n9hP_LtL8]

6/14/10 6/14/10

manic monday

i feel like i'm hopping out of one hamster cage and right into another.

round and round; no time for tea, crumpets, or conversation.

as a kid i was never good at double dutch. i was terrified of jumping out.

so i just stayed in. hopping until the recess bell rang. pissing everyone else off who wanted a turn.

i don't want to miss my summer.

pressing pause.

attempting to turn my glances into stirring memories.

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6/11/10 6/11/10

sign me up

how did i live without sally brooks in my life?

thank you rockstar bill for bringing this lovely madness to my attention.

WARNING...if you're not a fan of spikey, tarty words that rhyme with dutherplucker; you may want to skip this post....twirling and fanciness {i'm sure} will be back on monday.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q57aNsKQNaE&NR=1]

happy weekend.

6/10/10 6/10/10

and to all a good night...

come june i'm drifting asleep with the sun still shining.

{early mornings make for early bedtimes.}

last night the ceiling fan whirled me a whacked world of crazy sleep:

black hawk helicopters, strawberry-lime jello cups!?, bikes with broken pedals, the go-go's, rescue boats who'd only rescue carnivores (not me), raccoons, and finland??

two hours awake, and i still find myself, head cocked to the side, thinking when was the last time i fucking listened to the go-go's?

maybe i should start eating meat.

image: sofia ajram

6/9/10 6/9/10

blah blah beige sheep

i've officially unplugged the televisions. the news is so enraging it's actually driving me into top story homicide material, and the rest of the shows are so boring i find myself verifying thread count rather watching.

{ok, save for nurse jackie...but that ended monday night}

i know! i know! i know! > quiet katie!! at least you're not an oil-slicked duck.

i'm projecting my fatigue onto everyone and everything. my pot full of peonies gracefully sag open to me today. more so than yesterday; giving my desk the prettiest, powdery pink scent. upon waking this morning i became sad and guilty though. i had asked too much of them; they were tired and wanted more dark, quiet time. this is what flowers do on their third and fourth day. they are not exhausted.

i am.

funny, i can teach 3 spin classes without any fear of losing steam; but folding one teeny-tiny basket of laundry feels like building a staircase in quicksand.

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6/7/10 6/7/10

weekend

it's worked. the images have worked. no matter how delicious the key lime pie or side splitting the story, i can't get the oil-coated pelican off my brain.

friends visiting from the east got a taste of my grizzly, murky mood this past weekend. while they delighted in lobster spring rolls and wedding plans, i plotted how not to drive my hybrid as much.

i feel so responsible. i unplug every unused cord and even some that i DO (kinda) need. penance for all those times i unplugged my brain.

today i'm wearing moody as my accessory.

{let's be honest, i've been channeling sylvia plath since age 7 }

i'm not complaining. i'm just sad for the state of status quo. i get my hopes up and think we're better than where we are.

yet, then i'll drive around looking at people's bumper stickers; next thing i know: i'm in a corner, fetally rock back and forth, singing "landslide" with my thumb in my mouth.

i'm sure by tomorrow i'll be pirouetting, peonies in my hair, with a case of the giggles.

i'm a loon. my favorite foods are kale juice and cupcake frosting (preferably pink). there's no sense to be made...

happy monday friends.

6/4/10 6/4/10

reality check

stop the partisan finger pointing.

stop the leak and clean this shit up.

6/4/10 6/4/10

the ghost inside

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVxTsXRjNTw]

the lovely christina hendricks steams up space in broken bells' newest track "the ghost inside".

something about this siren which makes all those skinny {wannabe} starlets look so silly in comparison.

n'est ce pas?

6/3/10 6/3/10

they wear short short....

so sick of my long hair.

i look at these photos, and it only makes it worse....

these women rock the short lock.

so tempted to saw mine off...

i'm then quickly pulled back into reality, and remember these are supermodels and beautiful actress.

signed,

happily hiding behind my long hair

6/2/10 6/2/10

june gloom

dreary and downcast flavor this morning's omelet.

the star-gazer lily in me had hoped it would be different this year.

rats on you mr june! balls to your six month drippy, damp mope.

i'm off!!! finger up to the clouds.......pfft.

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6/1/10 6/1/10

i am not a robot

obsession is too fluffy of a word to describe my infatuation with marina and the diamonds.

i feel like it's 1995 again and i've just discovered tragic kingdom.

here's what's been on virtual repeat the last two weeks.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_oMD6-6q5Y]

{the beasts and i desperately want a wind machine}

5/27/10 5/27/10

happy weekend

what are your plans for this weekend of remembrance?

hh and i have our swanky-pants wedding where we'll attempt grown up games.

then i'm hoping for the rest of the weekend to resemble this vignette. (i'd even pay extra for the hair).

http://vimeo.com/9720243

this is a little shoot shirley manson and elijah wood did for oliver peoples sunglasses. it looks like the perfect weekend.

clicking my champagne glass to you friend!!

5/27/10 5/27/10

wedding weekend

hh and i have a fancy schmancy wedding weekend.

i've never met these people. nonetheless, i will still bawl like a hungry baby once i hear that first note of pachelbel. it lumps me every. single. time.

funny though, i didn't have canon d at our nuptials.

ah! squeak! twirl! swoon!!! i walked to this.