DC and D3 |
I'm in DC today after a week of being the official "Transit Authority Supervisor/ Photographer / Roadie" for my friends, the Monika H. band. Our travels brought us to Columbus, Chicago, Indianapolis, ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 17:59:00 GMT |
Snuggling |
I had two or even three dreams this morning that included tender kisses from all my crushes. What a helpless feeling. I want to be cuddled and kissed but there is no one to do so. This moment will pas...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 08:39:00 GMT |
So it goes... here's to you, Mr. Vonnegut! |
The news of Kurt Vonnegut's death this morning hit me like a ton of bricks. I have always admired Mr. Vonnegut for his ironic humor, stinging observations, and unshaking belief in the good. Reading Vo...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 10:36:00 GMT |
Remembering |
Today is the two year anniversary of the death of my dear friend, Nicole Dufresne. It is hard to imagine that it has been two years. I can feel that much time has passed... but not so much that I have...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 17:38:00 GMT |
The best dang vermin that ever there was! |
I always forget about this when I come to Texas. My Dad's house in Dallas is on a beautiful tree-lined street with old brick Tutor-style houses that go for blocks and blocks. The streets twist and kno...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 18:28:00 GMT |
East Texas Chili Cookoff-- A Photodocumentary |
Chili Cookoffs are serious business, folks! I came back to spend a week with the family in East Texas and much to my surprise, I was right in time for the annual "Gusher Days" fair in which the commun...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 16:19:00 GMT |
MySpaceBalls |
I recently got an email from a myspace friend who said that they saw me at a certain event and didn't say anything because it was "sort of weird". Meaning, that when a cyberstranger becomes a living, ...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 19:24:00 GMT |
The Gym |
The Gym. The thing that separates the overachievers from the underachievers. The space where abs are sculpted, romances are born, and body fluids are left puddling in the crevices of the black vinyl c...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Mar 2006 07:56:00 GMT |
Naughty MySpace |
I can feel your thousands of eyes batting at me from across the room. The heavy breathing keeps me up at night. It is in the crevice of your strange refreshing bosom that I want to bury my face and we...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 13:47:00 GMT |
Imette St. Guillen |
News travels fast these days. Still, it took a week and a half for news of the death of Imette St. Guillen to reach my ears. For those of you just tuning in, Ms. St. Guillen was out with friends late ...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 15:19:00 GMT |
