Trailer Livin'

One by one, my family is moving into trailers. Although the Bohemian Chalet and the Recliner Liner are temporary abodes, I can't help but see the appeal in a mobile home. Cheap rent in whatever city, suburb, township, campground, or parking lot you please.

Scherenschnitte

That is paper (by Bovey Lee), and I have discovered that papercutting (kirie, sanjhi, scherenschnitte, papel picado) satisfies all of my obsessive compulsive needs.

Oh! You Pretty Things

When I get bummed out, I wear more black, drink more wine, gain more weight, add more water to my showers, and make more phone calls to my sister to remember more of my blessings. With more maimed ankles, more jogging is out of the question, but I will still focus more on all that is good and lovely and joyous and plan more vacations.

Geminis Gone Templeton

I realize I frequently talk about my awesome friends and the fact that I miss them so. This time I will simply say that my entire body ached after arriving in Eugene, as though LA were pulling me back with all of its might as I drove away.

More Fun Less Fun

Still in Eugene. The best thing I can say about this at the moment is that Shellac came through town and I had a lovely day in Portland with my friend Matt. Tomorrow I leave for Templeton and nothing makes me happier than the thought of this coming weekend.

Crush Blush

Hanging out with my high school crush simultaneously brought to light how much things change after 10 years, and how much things stay the same.

B*tch

So, I was (don't you just love stories that begin with "so, I was..."?) walking to the bank from my work, waiting to cross the street. A car goes speeding by at a whopping 25 mph or so and from the window I hear a punctuated "Bitch!" which I assumed was directed at yours truly. My immediate reaction was to lift both hands and look down to see what in my posture, outfit or overall vibe could warrant such a cry. Nothing seemed particularly offensive and in fact, the only remarkable thing about me was the ceramic coffee mug I carried in lieu of the usual paper to go cup. Maybe this guy assumed I was quietly calculating the angle at which to throw said mug through his windshield in order to hit him directly in the face, but my math was a bit slow so instead he was able to curse me for my vicious thoughts. This seemed unlikely. Equally unlikely was the probability that a female dog was in my near vicinity and he was loudly exclaiming to the driver what a dog of that gender might be called. I didn't notice a cell phone but what with all the hands free technology flying around, I suppose it is possible (though not probable) that he was having a fight with his girlfriend over his deficiencies as a boyfriend. For a second it dawned on me that maybe it was my face, but I'm not one to sport inadvertent bitch face while standing curbside the way I imagine Rose McGowan, Karen O, or Posh Spice might. In the end I decided to settle my baffled mind with the explanation given to me for most of the offensive behavior in Eugene—they must have driven in from Springfield.