Category: wandering mind
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Joshua Tree with my brother Joshua (and Pat and soon-to-be-sister-in-law-Cindy)
The first night, Pat and I counted a combined 25 shooting stars. When I was a little girl, someone told me that shooting stars were dying stars and for some reason that stuck in my mind despite me knowing that dying stars, stars just like our sun, become supernovas and if we were that close…
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I guess I was a little bottled up … randoms
Tuesday, I went to see Andrea Gibson at a small gallery in downtown Phoenix. The building was brick painted over white and old i.e. NO AIR CONDITIONING and for the love it’s still over 100 degrees here. Fall FAll FALL fall fall fallllll falllll falfllfalfallfalafallllll if I say the mantra enough will it come? I’m…
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To love and Corissa
There are people out there who say brown and black can’t mix, that silver and gold look tacky together, that a white sock simply cannot be matched with a gray and I want to say: who made all the fucking rules?! What God’s gift to humanity made all the damn lines you should not cross…
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It's a video kind of day: Love-ism
LOVE-ISM from Paul Sixta on Vimeo. Choreographer Mor Shani is working on “Love-ism”. Love-ism is a long term study inspired by the book “Art of Loving” by Erich Fromm. In this study Shani wishes to challenge the perception and liquidity of the agreed upon, the sublime and the condemned. He asks: “when do supreme ideas…
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The Innovation of Loneliness
The Innovation of Loneliness from Shimi Cohen on Vimeo. “What is the connection between social networks and being lonely?”
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A good girl is the solution, not the problem
I’ll always wear scars from playing with mom’s BiC razor in the bathtub. The blades stuck, almost organically, like running my fingers over ornamental wheat on her nightstand. I was never a cutter, just curious how something so precise could slice me the way divorce had or two different doorbells sounded like home, never knowing…
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Haboob
Last night, Pat and I got deals on lower level Diamonbacks tickets … basically half off WAHOO … so he took the train in and met me at the bar around the corner from work for happy hour, all the while the iPhones were alarming every 15 minutes to update applephiles about the oncoming dust…
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Errr, Monday.
I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately about shutting out the loud things in my life … in one case it was a very loud person I literally shut the door on and I think in cases where your dreams are SO obvious and take little weeding or analyzing, you have to listen to…
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The artist of my own life
I always wanted to be a work of art, a moment captured on canvas, the closing line of a poem that reached so far into a stranger’s gut, pulling it out would instantly kill them. I wanted an artist to see me on the street and know there was something kindred, something recognizable: our gift,…
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Nailed it
Well, I did it. Freaked out the entire day, built the entire thing up in my mind and then at around 5 pm on my way home, I remembered that once (for my last job) I had to go in front of an entire audience on live television with a memorized introduction of a few…