i love every second of her

always have.

i'm sorry but

no more words in the blog. just youtube links. so sry. i am so not in the mood, or i am so into editing that my finger is constantly pressed on a delete key. wherever i am, whatever i do, delete. unfortunately this does not apply to "real life" in which i do things like snap at my pregnant boss after which she cries (CRIES) and people look at me.

i love this song, so much. siamese twins from the pornography album. remember when blood flowers was going to come out and everyone was so thrilled to pieces because RS kept saying it would be like a cross between pornography and disintegration? oh my god what a liar. firstly, there is no crossing those two, what the fuck? they're completely incompatible, people just like them best. secondly, pornography is from 1980. THEY WEREN'T THE SAME PEOPLE ANYMORE. IS THIS TOO DETAILED? thirdly, blood flowers was awful times and i couldn't accept it and never went back. luckily there are like 15 other cure albums to choose from and innumerable b-sides to listen to instead.

i would have to say that pornography is my favorite cure album. #2, "show," the live album from the wish tour. we'll leave it at that.

vegan pumpkin cheesecake. if it sounds weird, it's because it is. first draft. homemade graham cracker crust is incredible/easy as are carmelized pecans, but the filling tastes like tofu - sort of.

because the world is cruel!

remember 1985? i don't, but "first and last and always" came out then. i love the sisters of mercy. how i love andrew eldritch's ridiculously deep voice, tremulous with feigned emotion in an eventually heart-rending song about a casual encounter with someone whose name he'd rather never know. VLAH

"i could wait a long, long time before i hear another lovesong." tell it. is this guy even alive still? wait - i don't want to know.

poor angry man.

equal parts magic and tragic

as they say.

it never ceases to amaze me how selfless parents of children are, or can be. so amazing to me. the strange link between family members is so coiled and corroded, but also profound and irreplaceable.

i can't write about my mother. it's too complicated. that bothers me.

Josh T. Pearson

so glad people like this exist.

turn like a finned thing

I thought someone else had written it.

Taken from here. See more of the artist's work here.

slap me on the patio

I used to wear craft glitter like this on my face; eyes and cheekbones. Oh, how the neighbors looked. Things were easier then, I would laugh at them. I thought it looked fantastic.

I was going to make a post about my friend Anita's incredible photography after being inspired by another shot of Albuquerque, but it looks like she's let her flickr lapse and so I can't link my favorites. This iphone shot will have to do. I love storms and goldenrod AND zinnias.

I am all about druzies right now. There's so much incredible stuff on etsy. I kept trying to narrow my choices to 10, 5, 3. I wish I knew who made this ring.

Terribly celestial, no. Here. More incredibleness,

Here.

Amazing. Here.

Augh! Here.

Party like it's 1899

I embroidered this little calaca last year for my friend Anita. One day I will finish another, but not soon.