every time i come back into the hive, i forget how much i love the desert. outside of the city, everything feels more meaningful, momentous, and authentic. and it is! i'm changing my plans...again.
martanne's. oh my god. chilaquiles. the best green chili sauce on the planet. you line up outside the door which is propped open with a broken water pistol and simply have to stand there and wait as it is apparently always at capacity. i'm very disappointed that i'm not there right now, actually.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
i hadn't been in the woods in a long time. it was cold and clean and the moonlight was very bright, and very white.
i think i read somewhere that bruce channel's harmonica inspired lennon's harmonica in love me do.
after my parents divorced, my dad moved in with a friend, jonny. jonny was a tall, thin redhead with big hair and a boyish midwestern charm. as far as i knew then and know now, they were just friends, but i doubt that. jonny worked at a series of good old country bars, including the brass rail i think, or the hitching post. she lived in a large midcentury ranch style which she kept very cold, and very dark. she had a phone booth, a pool table, a pinball machine, and a jukebox, all of which were old. i was seven; to me it was a strange and sophisticated theme park for adults.
despairing at the jukebox selection (all old country! no new kids or paula abdul anywhere!*) i played the same songs by the only artists i knew - the beatles and elvis - until jonny tired of this and decided to school me in classic country and obscure 50s and 60s pop. thank god. "hey baby" was her favorite song and it soon became mine for the frequency of it all. after i got tired of inventing one-person pool table games and tilting the pinball machine, we'd dance around the living room to it.
it's still the best, every time.
*listen, it was 1989. i don't have to explain myself.
historical humor translated to the internet vernacular of now never fails to amuse me, and, like most tiny bits of internet hilarity, it is 100% untransferable to regular conversation. does that mean i don't try? of course not. everyone must know.
Monday, August 16, 2010
photos of photos leave something to be desired, but.
my dad with our poodle, ty.
my parents. 1982.
my dad and i.
my mom and my cousin jesse. 78.
robert, my mom's best friend.
beauty school graduation!
hard to pick the best rendition here. patti sure is sweet, but elvis' drunken drawling ad-libbing with the jordanaires or whoever they are might be the winner. anyway, pc's tennessee waltz is the best.
can you ever get over priscilla? jesus christ. i seem to recall watching lots of made-for-tv movies about elvis' life as a child with my mother. i thought priscilla was IT. i still do!
from square america, like half the shit cluttering my desktop. i am positive i have made this exact post before, but feel unwilling to investigate this.
born too late, i guess. o to imagine a day when one could peruse the (scandalous) comings and goings of glen campbell, the cashs, jackie, dino and the farrows in the supermarket line.
I love this movie. It's a little dreamy, and the setting is right, and Jessica's frayed and insecure behavior is both endearing and pathetic. It's probably just something the actress suffered from herself, but Jessica sometimes begins to trail or break off in the middle of a sentence, in a place that isn't appropriate to just stop speaking. Like she thinks better of finishing the thought, or loses the desire and can't keep it up enough to at least sound normal.
Also, the soundtrack is amazing.
Emily's joke. "There was this enormous cake that was terrorizing England - Devil's Food cake. And it would ooze into the windows and into the doors and engulf the people. It'd eat everything in its way. It was traveling down the coast from Scotland, and whenever it would come to a town or a village, it would call out, 'Here comes the cake! Here comes the cake!' BBC sent out an emergency [broadcast warning everyone not to open] their doors [to the cake or else it would engulf them.] This old lady hears [something outside] and she's got her ear to the door, and she says, "Who's there? Who's there?" And a voice comes back, 'It's not the cake!'"
i think my friend's kid is a super genius, mostly because i've noticed that most other kids her age should probably be in a state facility. she's 4. she looks you in the eye and says things like, "i'm a big fan of r2d2" and "you should come to the house some time."
i talk a lot of shit at work. the sign was put up to ward me off, not the other way around.
the iphone camera really fails with the close-up. IT'S A SPROUT. ALREADY. i had low expectations for these seeds because they are old. these are some bachelor buttons that i picked up while buying lots of blue things. i haven't done the seeds thing in years due to upheaval, so now i am OVERJOYEDDDDD.
