Blind Treatments

I'm currently living in Portland, Oregon in yet another trendy 'loft-style' apartment. These concrete boxes are nothing like real lofts. I feel this construction style will be sadly outdated in another five years or so. It's strange for all the supposed luxury they represent that these buildings skimp on things like solid doors or reasonable window treatments. In my current hermitage, I've been challenged with vinyl 80s vertical blinds. My solution is 2" metal clip binders. Here is my 'Ace of Spades' design using six such high-tech devises. I've worked on various weaves, plaits, and fans as well. It is also fun to make a weave then use dry erase markers to do some geometerics and then release the blinds back to their original position. I'm waiting for DWR to come out with Danish Modern inspired binder clips for $15 each.

Speakeasy DC

Speakeasy DC is the only open mic in the city that I haven't been barred from (yet). It's not just about the stories though. I like the subversive-preppy strata that shows up to listen. Last night there were about 200 people there and when a performer asked the lawyers present to raise their hands, there was not a single lawyer in the house. Amazing.

i told you so

so yes, i could post about my grandmother's death, speakeasy d.c., my crumbling lovelife, or even the benefits of having a FL driver's license in DC, buuuuut... check out the date on my previous post and realize that super marion almost won wimbledon.

you read it here first. too bad i don't know anything about tennis and was brainwashed into the sport. at least i feel like the tear that marion cried on me is purified somehow and i can continue with my life. xoxoxox

Explaining things

this week ny times x-word puzzle theme: national poetry month, famous quotes beginning with "Poetry is..." so we had "Poetry is.." THE DEIFICATION OF REALITY. i love the nyt. i found the seven of hearts on the ground. seven of cups really and was able to correctly recall the minor archana details vividly and without outside reference. BURY ME STANDING.

dog sitting an Alsacian Gewurtraminer or something. at least that's what i thought she said but then i'm not AKA puppy farmer.

bartoli is all alone in this. she needs to pull through and i think she will. we made t-shirts for her fans.

a broward county indian music recital. main singer's visa rejected the ny upstart fill in basically rips off Lalith Rao's Yaman tan for tan. she does it well though. the harmonium player suxs.

people have been explaining things to me this week spontaneously: satre's three states of being, the south beach flea life cycle, why they really are happy and content despite signs to the contrary.

send some love to south beach! we need it!

When I first moved here a few months back, my homesickness for certain flora abated. I was so happy to spot this Bodhi sappling growing from the base of another species. I had an invisible art project (also known as an imaginary intention to do something) wherein I tied blessed fabric strands around it's root and set out some offerings and such. Last week the Flamingo Park maintainence crew removed it. There's another much taller tree in the alley off Euclid that prefer.

hello my name is

So my first very special entry is being scribed in the South Beach public library. The facility is pretty cush really: wireless network, cafe, and an outdoor fountain area for cellphone chit-chat. The courtyard is appropriately lush and tropical albeit in an institutional way. I think from now on I will sunbathe only at the public library. I will put on my cashmere jockstrap, oil myself, spread my fluffy beach towel out and catch some rays. When they ask me to leave I'll picket out front with a sign that says, 'SUNBATHING IS NOT A CRIME.'

As you can see I'm feeling rather politicized what with Hillary's vid chat and all.