Achewood

Changed my mind.

Totally love Instagram.




Totally washed out, they remind me of old old snapshots, treated poorly, kept tucked in the side of a mirror, exposed to the light and their own age. Disappearing very slowly.

Also, Instagram enables me to keep up on the status of Anita's yard frog on a day by day or hour by hour basis if necessary. I wish I had a yard frog!

My neighbor saw a sidewinder here last week. Rather have a frog. Especially now that I have googled sidewinders. WTF MATE

I don't know why I thought they were harmless before.

Wuthering Heights

White dress version,


...or red?

I prefer red.

Off to find a scarf to wear around my waist.

Printer bunny, animal totem of the HP Laserjet 3600.

I like this app.

Instagram

Another app I will never use,
except on the days when my work pc gets infected by spyware and I spend 45 minutes scanning and quarantining the shit with absolutely nothing else to do! God I hate Windows.

My coffee cup. It's very "me". My other signature cup has a picture of Barack Obama with MADE IN AMERICA emblazoned over him in a huge font with a picture of his birth certificate on the back. Subtle statements.

Last week my crazy conservative (but still surprisingly lovable, kind of) co-worker snarled, "Oh, GOD!" at the cup just as I was taking a sip. I burst out laughing and had to clamp my hand over my face to avoid spitting all over a bunch of TPS reports.

Dog.

River rock shade at Saguaro Branch library.

Oh, Baby Jags

Just look at that shit. Baby infant child Jagger.

Some fancy family portraits.

My grandma, my dad, my great-grandmother, and I think me.

A remarkably bad photo of my dad and brother. I love this picture of James so much. I should print it out and bring it when I see him next. MAIDEN. This is incongruous with my idea of his tastes but look at me CATEGORIZING PEOPLE. I guess I was about seven, and we had just met for the first time, but didn't have much to say to each other. He was visiting from college.

In the background please note rocking horse collection, valentines made of doilies taped to side of tv stand. It's hard to say when the photo was taken due to the clashing of holidays (also pictured: christmas stocking). It could have been June.

Around this time, James had been included in a poetry collection, maybe with other people from school. All of the pieces were very edgy and his had to do with some sort of Stand By Me type childhood awakening with plenty of cursing and sex. I was still pretty young, probably 10, and I found the book hidden in my mom's closet after hearing her talking on the phone about it, all hushed and scandalized. I read it. It didn't seem so crazy to me but it bothered me when I wondered if the poem was true; it made him seem very untouchable in my mind, intimidating and troubled, but in a Hollywood sort of way. I really hope she still has the book.

Don't mess with Braintree

Abigail Adams on Ben Franklin:

"...A false, insinuating, dissembling wretch, who could best serve the American cause by dropping dead at the first opportunity."

Well, he was kind of a c.