so sorry

i've been a douchey blogger lately. syntax has fucked me over, the new job keeps me busy/fit, and i just got internet again. enjoy this beached fish until the next post arrives.



cheers!

pizza! pizza!

birthday! party! party!

so i had to make my own cake for my birthday...

lame!

i went kinda non-traditional with a lemon pound cake topped with strawberries and agave nectar.





overall twas a laid back day.

food porn

chili lime tofu with shitakes on a bed of steamed baby bok choy and cinnamon quinoa.

i spy...

a dog collar, a red lighter, trashy tattoos, an asian inspired umbrella, an exposed vagina....

where's the crack pipe?!

graphjam.com

gloomy days/bathtub nights

you could tell
by the way
i slipped

into your arms
you held me
so tight

and warmed
bones from all
this agony

that has
puddled up
inside



oh, i
am tired

and i
am spent



i could tell
by the way
you left

down the drain
without my
gratefulness


oh, i
am clean

drug love

is the best love.

sigur ros - með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust

download via mediafire

when love was young//still in bloom

father

my father was twenty two years old in this photo. my twenty second birthday is next sunday, and fathering a child at that age is incomprehensible. well done, father.

when i was a baby vegan

french ramblings

fall in love with thao nguyen [wɪn]

swimming pools


big kid table


and don't forget the get down stay down!

lets run away and live with the trees//water//beauty//music//skin

Sigur Ros - Gobbledigook
by mikropikol

from the album með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust

henriette

henriette is a mall walker. you know, one of those ladies who walks around and around malls. she also enjoys tie-dying t-shirts and shopping for athletic socks.

akiko

akiko is a japanese-canadian who loves a good bargain. did somebody say 50% off fanny packs?

portabello pilaf w/super delish salad!

work meeting

how did you waste your time today?

pretty sure i just baked heaven

xkcd.com

should i?

SO tempting!!!

the knife

laksa!

tonight i made laksa!





you can get the recipe from nonamevegan. delish!

hurr cut

stop staring at my globe, perverts!

cutting curls

at 4pm pst my curls will be sitting on a barber's floor.

YIKES!

a thank you

to all the fat kids in america. without you, i wouldn't be able to find clothes at thrift stores.

keep on eating, kiddos!

vegan crush

totes cute, eh?

YEP!

a found poem

Under the Big Top

THE CIRCUS IS COMING TO TOWN!

The boldly lettered
and vividly colored
posters shout!

Come see:
death-defying acts,
the slapstick antics
of the clowns,
and brave animal trainers
taming wild beasts.

The smells, sounds,
pageantry, glitter
and romantic façade
of the circus

have captivated
young and old alike
for generations.

The realities of
This so-called
entertainment

reveal a litany of

cruelty
and abuse.

pretty sure you could file this one under adorable too

nice visi effects, eh?

oh, love.

i'm dreaming of vegan cupcakes

somebody needs to start baking, please.

file this under adorable!

phoenixxx

i cannot stop listening to this album.

myspace.com/wearephoenix

sea carrot [revised]

Sea Carrot

I have mistaken the tides for my mother:

Propped on all fours, scrubbing the
kitchen floor to an iridescent gleam.
The chirping gulls and seashell clatters
distract my thoughts of Mop and Glo.

The ceaseless arm sweeps and waxes
my tip-toed imprints; destroying any evidence
of adolescent crimes that may or may not
have been committed.

I scavenge for souvenirs: mollusks,
sea dollars, morsels of plankton;
but the water’s obsessive-compulsiveness
sanitizes faster than I can fill my bucket.

I’ve spotted a blemish! Kneecaps coiled
like bedsprings jolt towards the poorly
buried treasure. My vegetarian eyes
blink and roar in hunger.

I question the forces--Why discard this
sea-grown delicacy? Fixating upon Miss Luna
for an explanation, she simply replies
with a crescent-shaped smirk.

Heaved from the carnivorous tide,
the sea carrot mopes in a mixture
of vomit and salty saliva. My mouth
will surely lodge its ill-green root.

a playlist from another planet. like mars. no, more like saturn.

i spent an hour creating this playlist. czech it:

feather in a baseball cap - arch in helsinki
marry song - band of horses
paper tiger - beck
carousels - beirut
wild mountain nation - blitzen trapper
the moon is there, i am here - the blow
broke me up - broken social scene
the moon - cat power
song to bobby - cat power
out of time - jason collette
this month, day 10 - css
unforgetable season - cut/copy
no sunlight - death cab
wake up little sparrow - devendra banhart
on my shoulders - the do
somewhere down the road - feist
it's cool to love your family - feist
he doesn't know why - fleet foxes
ether - gang of four
fallen from the sky - glen hansard
milk crisis - the go! team
index moon - grand archives
marla - grizzly bear
pick up pick up - hot chip
a history of lovers - iron & wine
all i wanna do - jamie lidell
move over - janis joplin
bye bye baby - janis joplin
maple leaves - jens lekman
psychogirl - jens lekman
california - joni mitchell
one ought to see - kay kay and his weathered underground
gap - kooks
home - great northern
real gold and glamorous - leslie hall
i don't know - lily allen
a house is not a hotel - love
couleurs - m83
electric feels - mgmt
i felt my size - the microphones
sinking feeling - mixel pixel
star witness - neko case
simon smith and the amazing dancing bear - okkervil river
get lost - patrick wolf
long distance call - phoenix
sail to the moon - radiohead
how do you - radiohead
wildcat - ratatat
lulliby - regina spektor
three hopefull thoughts - rilo kiley
time is a debt - rocky votolato
one man guy - rufus wainwright
o death - samamidon
shove it - santogold
habit - scott matthew
black dirt - sea wolf
sentimental hear - she and him
hafsol - sigur ros
the twentysomething - simple kid
i'll kill her - soko
my hands are shaking - sondre lerche
ego - the sounds
sea of teeth - sparklehorse
don't you evah - spoon
sister - sufjan stevens
tenative decisions - talking heads
headshock - tapes 'n tapes
make it happen - the teenagers
nineteen - tegan & sara
make out - tender forever
big kid table - thao & the get down stay down
jetstream - thom yorke
shipwreck - tiny vipers
rafter - tulsa
ladies of cambridge - vampire weekend
hideaway - the weepies
sunrise - yeasayer
futures - zero 7
supernatural - 1900's
must be the moon - !!!

sahhhh-weet-ness.

waiting in a car park

is no fun at all.

fuck off.

and now a picture that will make me content:

it's only two years away!

i feel for you, elementary children.

did you hear about that new blog?

yea, that one.

Tin Can Telephone

I rummage through mountains
of tin cans that pile outside the
doorstep. Their empty bodies dented
because mom can only afford discounts.

I find Campbell’s but it’s too savory
and I’ve never fancied green beans.
I sift and sort until the tangy, mildewed
scent of peaches catches my eye.

You’re exquisite! Round like the silver
moon and label still intact:

Halved Golden Peaches.

I dare not rinse your sticky remnants
before I cup you to my
impatient ear.

Oh how the sweet syrup rings
of her voice.

paiiiiiiiin

8 hours in a dentist chair is hell.

Carnivorous Sea

Tides have vomited
and left you moping in a
puddle of salty
saliva. My mouth will lodge
your ill-green root, sea carrot.



foto props to m.j.

the helpless cries of steamed milk

are disturbed by
neckties,
negotiations,
and firm handshakes.

I grasp your
glazed, ceramic hand
and pull it
towards my lips.

I sip you then
thank you
for your warmth
and my escape.




wrote that little ditty in toronto. that's right, CANADA!!!

ps. happy cinco de mayo!

tennis.

it's a beeeeiiiiyuuuuutiful day in seattle! so that means i'll be out with my headband and shorty-short-shorts playing a game.

see you on the court.

trudy

trudy is proof that crack IS whack.

stay away kids.

NUTS!

i'm eating this mixture of RICE CRACKERS right now, but there seems to be more NUTS (almonds, peanuts, and the nut that everyone hates: the cashew) than RICE CRACKERS in it! I purchased RICE CRACKERS because i wanted to eat RICE CRACKERS, not NUTS. so if you happen to work in the RICE CRACKER industry and you are reading this, remember: more RICE CRACKER, less NUT!

cutewithchris.com

cats!





annnnnd



czech out more of his vids

it's raining mccain!

this should definitely bring in the votes...



eta: wow! they have another:



and she could sit here all day and burn tape...

alejandro

alejandro garcia was cuffed. he tried crossing the border but somebody got him. i would have let him in. they let me in. ezmerelda is at home with the kids, or should i say ninos?

switch-a-roo

i changed my mind and wrote a different poem for this week. it's supposed to be a memory poem....

Swimming time with plastic

Swimming time with Christina
Can be an awfully miserable playtime activity.
You see, that is why I prefer swimming time with plastic.
I can sit, and splash and kick my feet. I can even
pretend to be a motorboat--
Can she do that?

Her ruffled swimming outfit makes me want to hurl. It’s pink, with glitter. Why can’t she wear something less girly? Like me, geometric print swim trunks, in complementing colors of course.

She'll backfloat with a heart-shaped necklace dangling from her neck, while telling me exactly what temperature of water she prefers.
“Not too hot. Not too cold.”
Who made her Goldie Locks?
She has brown hair. Anyways, back to plastic.

Plastic just sits there while I wade. He won’t talk about what new shoes grandma bought his Barbie. Or the macaroni necklace he made all by himself in Miss O’s class.

Plastic doesn’t speak.
And he doesn’t cry when I splash him in the eyes.
Plastic floats. I can push him through the water to make a tidal wave. I can leave him on the grass and the sun melts him into funny shapes.
Why doesn’t Christina just melt?

I can put my nose underwater.
She can’t do that.

what a fox!

feist! circa 2004.

a lonely friday night

luckily i have my pokemon friends to comfort me.

yo-yo-yogi

one more post for tonight...

so tonight at yoga i successfully performed the peacock!



everyone clapped! you should be proud ;)

porn-a-thon

i mean, poem-a-thon! sorry to get you all excited in the pants...

but! i'm taking an online poetry class this quarter (yes, again) and so every week i will be posting a poem that i have written. exciting, eh?

here's a rough draft of my firsty: (i'll post the final when it's done)

We have lived and survived

unlike our buried kin.

But the bridge collapsed and buckled

In upon ourselves.

The cement rains across the waters

And the panicked fish.

Our bridge has collapsed and sank

To the river's feet.

The beaver makes herself at home

Within our wreckage.

And her kit will stare with big brown eyes

At our mess.

The water's damned just like our fortune

And tethered minds.

The wind will pull my words to you

Farther down the stream.

We'll stand in silence with the bulrush tall

We won't say anything.

Then the crippled man will fish no more

He'll go on home.

To the wife he's kept and the home he's built

With his bare hands.

They'll rock in chairs, holding hands

For another sixty years.

The trusses rust in a faint orange glow

We've killed everything.

And the bird in flight closed his eyes

But nothing reappeared.


ps: aol just informed me that cindy mccain (john's wifey) is the heiress to anheuser-busch. totes ewwwwwwww!

you called?

wanderlust!

new bjork video!

Wanderlust - 2d


look for it in 3-d later this month.

wicked.

i found this little gem today..

eeep!

it was in this box i found in the garage along with other middle school classics.

and to keep you in the spirit, a little s-n-p medley

toxxxic

pretty much amazing.

behold, the magic cone

watch it in action


props to yennie.

yoga tip # 57

it's important to laugh.

i just ate falafel

and now i'm falafull.

about to go watch this flick:



werd.

car crashhhhhh/motor craaaaash

so i was supposed to go to a crystal castles show this week but miss crystal castles broke her ribs.

who ever invented ribs is pretty much is on my shit list right now.

:( heaps saaad

sebastian

sebastian thinks about shapes. mostly circles and hexagons, but shapes nonetheless.