off to another restaurant opening

the whole shebang

i remember seeing you and your wife walk into the kitchen [upstairs] a little over a year ago. your long hair was hanging in your face, a look i've come to know is standard with you. jenny wore see through glass high heels and a pink dress that would make bjork jealous. i watched you both out of the corner of my eye, wishing we were still little kids so i could just walk up to you and say, "hey, wanna play in my sandbox?"

flash forward to today. we've found each other in the sandbox. it gets messy in here sometimes, shoveling all the smack talk and keeping the other kids from stealing our rake. they want to play in the sand so badly. "THERE'S NO ROOM!" we scream.

banquet, la dolce vita, jack daniels, plano, texas, caviar on demand, free ironing service, JT at 2am, jenny clone, red wine, robot conventions...ding dong, avon calling.

your mind is electric. thanks for letting me be a part of it.

i love you.
i love your wife.
i love all of us.

happy birthday rob.
(everybody wang chung tonight.)

liam finn: second chance

dude. thanks for giving us something different to listen to out here. plus, you can now be in my tribe.

how to be smart: read her blog

thanks to hamza's sister, soukaina , for this one. she's putting my blog to shame. and she's like, 15. i need to get on it. i don't know what was in your tap water as kids, but you mehdaoui's rock the casbah.

i love you more than bacon, kid.

the best day of the week

found magazine strikes again.

down memory lane

about five years ago, i tracked down a guy named lane foard because i became obsessed with his clever line of cards called, squibnocket. besides, i track everyone down that i admire. i call and leave messages on their work voice mails, i write to them, and i send them love out into the ether...because, you know, why the hell not. so, after talking to lane from his san francisco apartment for about 30 minutes, he agreed to send me some of his cards that weren't available in colorado. he also included this one that i still have wrapped in the cellophane:

let me try to sort this out.
initial eye contact should last no more than 0.35 seconds. which leaves 9.65 seconds for an imaginary movie montage of you and me buying ice cream from a beachside stand, playing chase in the waves, washing a car, and spraying each other with hoses, skipping and wearing matching sweatsuits to a theme park, shopping for a puppy, and ultimately making sweet chaos under the stars until we cut back to real time and i get to look at you again.

sad song: au revoir simone

whenever i am missing my girlfriends who are far away, i watch this video.

this just in

lindsay's having another boy. nice one, lu.

i'm not spitting this stuff out

stick with the weird couple for a sec. this is epic.

fuck snow

i am so tired of having my footwear dictated to me. where's a girl gotta go to wear some heels, the strip club? cause i'm just tired enough of this season to work a little pole.

peeling back

"I do not give out my sweet potato pie arbitrarily."

Ida Mae Dobbs (The Onion 1998)

kelly's not sure what's she's having...

...but she's sure having a lot of fun along the way.
(homemade doll courtesy of gavin.)

why i love my job: #77

i took this picture inadvertently and i quite like it. thomas is always on the move.

february imix

lots of good new stuff here. the brits continue to invade...thank goodness.