January 2003
Climbing fences
it’s a good thing i was wearing jeans. when the boys asked me to go with them to lunch, they didn’t mentioned we’d be jumping the stone fence behind the office. “do you guys do this often?” i asked, apprehensively. “oh yeah,” my coworker said, “all the time.” i hadn’t climbed a fence since i […]
Read more >>Five minutes behind
last night i told her, there’s something in the air and everything is changing. the jasmine thinks it’s springtime. the raindrops never came. the sky and the clouds and the air and the atmosphere…it’s just different. i can’t explain. today, i woke up with a dark cloud in my belly. today, i got a very […]
Read more >>Guess[tm]
he alternately let out “fuck!”s, “beautiful”s and sighs, while flipping through the LA Weekly on the sunlit patio. his greasy blond hair grazed the top of his black wire-rimmed glasses. his denim jacket draped over his chair looked exactly like the one my brother had in the 1980s. it was Guess[tm]. –The Coffee Table
Read more >>My new sketchbook
Paper is the new new media
Her words, not mine
“oh my god, christine,” she said, “you have, like, the best taste in clothes.” “thanks,” i smiled. “it’s almost identical to mine.”
Read more >>I can’t hear you
“i like this song,” i thought, so i turned up the volume up-up-up and then he passed by. a man in white sneakers and rolled-up jeans and a brown sweater. he was plugging his ears – a finger in each – and holding a crumpled nestle crunch wrapper. “what is it that he’s trying to […]
Read more >>S p a c e
i’m totally consumed by space. the way a person travels through my bedroom. the glaring holes on the computer screen. the walls i’ve stripped bare. i drive down the freeway/sit in a meeting/stand in the shower and it’s all i can think about. i make mental notes: maybe i should replace optic nerve with the […]
Read more >>Sondre Lerche
if i were a teenage girl, i wouldn't waste my time on N'Sync or The Backstreet Boys. the real action is with sondre lerche. at the tender age of 19, this norwegian wonder puts all the manufactured teeny bopper pop stars to shame. faces down is filled with jangly, tingly melodies that remind me a […]
Read more >>Casualties
i’ll tell you what this feels like: it feels like rolling a window down on a roadtrip, the wind shaking your hair, the music blasting in your ears. it sounds like quiet. it is everything in reverse. a rollercoaster that reaches the very top only to come back down, again.
Read more >>Bless him
the boy at the coffeehouse wore a knit cap and a plaid shirt. he worked studiously on an old-skool ibook, shaking his right leg. a nervous habit. a twitch. an endearing one. when i sneezed, a sneeze that shook the table and bounced off the walls, he turned, looked me straight in the eye and […]
Read more >>The Flaming Lips
as usual, i'm late to jump on the bandwagon of the flaming lips lovers. my friend miha gave me a copy of Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots and i am really digging it. how could i have ignored this band for so long? the bandwagon just peeled around the corner and i'm running as fast […]
Read more >>London, briefly
on our third day, we went to tate modern and, afterward, crossed the millenium bridge, a foot path that leads from the museum to the other side of the thames river. off to our right, the sun was setting over the tower bridge. the blues and violets bled into each other behind the old, majestic […]
Read more >>DSL, my love
In 2002
in 2002, i settled and stayed in the same apartment. i went to london, new york city and vegas. i won the jackpot. i gave my heart away and got it back, slightly scratched and bruised. i picked up a guitar for the first time and learned how to play love me tender. i sat […]
Read more >>Purpose
Here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to go home and clear several paths in my bedroom. One, from my bedroom door to my desk. Two, from my desk to the bathroom. Three, from the bathroom to the closet. Four, from the closet to my bed. Then, I’m going to eat an orange. No, […]
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