the afterschool t.k.o.

no need for a +1

i heart entrepreneurs

this was on the side of our mailbox today. 'lucas5800' may just be my new favorite person.

a little light bathroom reading

mom,

hope you got the car fixed. in case you were wondering if harper is digging the 'chirp' subscription. i can't tear her away from it.

the new volkswagon commercial

book smart

whenever i want to feel like i've really accomplished something, i read a nancy drew.

on the ride home today

"so what happened at the office?"

"um, well, you know meetings and just a bit of work on my computer."

"cool."

"how about you honey, what did you do?"

"oh, i just painted a little and talked to dylan."

"cool."

what the...

strong arming

died on this day in 1553, francis xavier was a missionary and general good guy. his body is said to have remined incorrupt. in 1614, for reasons not entirely known, a jesuit priest named claudio acquviva removed xavier's right arm and took it on tour across the world. jesuit membership more than doubled during his tenure.

in 1950, a photograph of the arm was published in life magazine. a doctor's wife wrote to the magazine saying, "that's not a right arm, it's a left arm." the magazine replied, saying that can't be--the saint's left arm is still attached to his body, buried in India.

merman got some pipes

so to preface this very, very odd video, i must tell you that harper makes me sing this song to her nearly every night before going to bed. i suffer because in no way am i what you might call a big disney fan. i find animation extremely strange-especially that japanimation stuff- so when she is of the age where she is just chomping to go to disneyland, i am going to cash in one of my chips and make her father take her. because, yes, i hate it that much.

but, alas, i do have a three year old and i sing a jillion songs and kevin doesn't sing anything that doesn't tour red rocks, so it is part of my plight in life to entertain her notions of what passes for a good song. my thanks to this dude for giving me the lift i needed to carry on.

solid advice

griffin,

i had failed to understand how unhappy you are. you cover up with jokes and a front of being self-contained. i'm worried for you. don't judge yourself so harshly. why not get down from the white horse, take off the armour, and walk away from the uninterested maidens?

so- you've been making love to me from 10,000 miles away-how tantalizing. it accounts for the extreme potency of these drawings. i'll have to find a way to return the affection.

remember to be gentle with yourself.

sabine

(from the book 'griffin and sabine: an extraordinary correspondance' by nick bantock)

happy birthday analisa

you are such a supreme gift of a friend. without you i would have never fully understood the power of:

combat boots
layering lipstick
pablo neruda poems
jonathan franzen
cold peas in salads
shame
big racks
morning runs
road trips to santa fe
the neocortex


may you live every day of your life, my sweet analisa!

such great heights

imix: november

everything we need to hunker down for winter: ice cream, monkeys, pills, birds, and, of course, love.