She Turned Me Into a NEWT!!

Costumes

A random sampling from the family archives.

Riddle Me This...

...Why won't my pics upload right now?
Stupid Blogger.

Small World

We JUST saw the International Space Station cross the sky!!
Missed the comet, though.
God, what a brisk, gorgeous night to be outside.

Gamble

Six months ago I played the ponies for the very first time.

Apparently, I backed the wrong horse.
I've never been much good at gambling.

Transience

Sometimes life is even shorter.

King Archie

Don, John, Steve and me.

My band, circa 1989.

Plus ça change...

...plus c'est la même chose.

Dedicated

My good friend John Porcellino has been doing
King-Cat Comics for almost as long as I've known him.
He came through town Friday night, in the midst
of a whirlwind book signing tour.
It was wonderful to see him.

His website is in my links.
Take a look. Buy a book.

Strip

Photo booths rock.
Even if this one DID make a coupla pale, sober, hetero
girls look like stoned lesbians with spray-on tans.

Objet Trouvé

A perfect, and timely, found-object piece.

Fashionably Dysfunctional

Maya

Mon Favorite Fish Tale

Your crab...does he bite???

Birthday

Ready or not, Little Baby,
you're coming out today!

SHE'S HERE!!
Born at 3:40 p.m.
7 lb 15 oz (just like MY baby!)
21 inches long
Head full of black curly hair
(just like her daddy)

Welcome Baby-to-be-named-later...

I Said Hallelujah To The Sixteen Loyal Fans

To all of you who come back, day after day, to visit mi vida loca...
YOU'RE AS FRIGGIN' NUTS AS I AM!!!

And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Love.
And thanks.

Sugar Water

Anecdote

I just got home from Barbara's. On the 3 1/2 mile drive between her house and mine I did not see another human being. I did not pass any other moving vehicle. There were NO cars parked on ANY street I drove on. Yes, it's 1:30 a.m. Yes, this is the suburbs. But I drove part of the way on a major street, through a 'downtown' area, and passed several 24-hour businesses to boot. Nada, inside or out.

It just seemed so freakishly otherworldly. So 'Night-of-the-Comet'.

("It was so hush-hush...they were so QUIET about it!! And then the next thing you know...")

Strangest thing, though? In my 10-minute drive home, I saw FOUR rabbits. Within a 2 block area. Three of 'em were massed together doing...um...whatever it is that bunnies do at 1:30 in the morning. Oh--wait. Maybe not THAT. But then again, maybe they just done finished up. You never can tell with rabbits. They WERE all smoking cigarettes...

And that fourth bunny? Fearlessly hopping around in the street. Didn't even freeze or change course when I drove past him. Just hopped around like he owned that goddamn piece of road. Like it was his own personal Cave of Caerbannog and I was just a another unsuspecting victim-to-be. Dumbass bunny. I shoulda run that defiant l'il fucker over. Used my car like my own personal Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. But that would have required more energy than I could be arsed to expend right then. So I let him live. Let them all live. We'll do battle another day, bunnies. Just you wait.

Anyway, that's my little late-night tale. For a few minutes it just felt like I was in this weird, alien scenario where all humans except me had been vaporized and I was left alone to do battle against fierce, post-coital, curfew-breaking bunny gangs. With nasty, big, pointy teeth.

*yawn*
Goodnight, Moon.

Overdue

C'mon Jen, we're waiting...

Harvest

Amazing what you can steal from your
neighbor's garden while he's away on vacation.

Hey Man, Nice Shot

Code

The man who bought these called
them 'the infinity' and 'the cactus'.

Caught

Soul Traps

PreGame

Kristin Hersh

Chicago. September 19, 2007

Soul Soldiers

For Lolly

Cuz you dinnae get to hear it the other night.

Porcellino

HERE'S the picture I was looking for,
albeit a blow-up from a contact sheet.
It's one of the best photos I've ever taken--
one of my favorites, anyway.

September 18, 1989. John P.'s 21st birthday.
My then-boyfriend, Guy Aitchison, did the tattoo:
Black Flag bars and Nancy. Nice.

John P.

Couldn't find the pic I wanted--the one I took of him
on his 21st birthday, when I got him his first tattoo.
This is a blurry pic (the only one on my computer)
taken at our friend Jeff's wedding in 2001.

Anyhoo, Happy Birthday John P.!!

Greg

I was looking for a photo I took of my friend John, as today is his birthday. I found a contact sheet with this on it instead. It's the only photo I have of my friend, Greg. It was a bit of a jolt seeing it because Greg has been on my mind a lot lately.

This tiny pic.
The sweetest, but alas, fading memories of our times together.
A huge empty space in my heart where he used to be--these are all I have left of my friend.

I know I've never fully mourned his death. I don't know how. It's something my therapist, Kristin, and I just talked about last week--Greg...how much Ron reminds me of Greg and always has...how much I relive losing Greg every time I lose Ron...and how much more I miss Ron every time I think about Greg. Yes, they are two very separate--and uniquely special--men. But they are both people I have lost from my life, and loss is something I have an extraordinarily difficult time processing.

Anyway, I've been thinking a lot lately about contacting Greg's best friend, Phyllis, and talking with her. I only met her once, at his funeral. That's part of the difficulty with this--I don't know any of his friends and I've never had anyone who knew him to talk to--I think that's an important part of the healing process when someone dies that I missed out on--the part where you reminisce with others who knew him and it helps somehow in validating that, yes, there WAS this person who touched your life--and YOU, in turn, had some impact on his life. I've only had my memories of Greg, unshared, unvalidated. It almost feels sometimes like it never happened...like I loved just a dream, and not a man.

Process

Barbara's latest piece evolves.

Ripe

This is my sister-in-law, Jennifer...


...and this is my niece, Maya (or maybe Sydney).
She's ready to come out any day now...

Tink

Double-Headed

16 inches of Jolly Rancher Watermelony
goodness for your sensual pleasure...

A Tiny Anniversary

Just a little note: it was 15 years ago today that I lost my first baby.
I often wonder who that little person would have become...

Heineken? Fuck That Shit!

Have a few drinks while you're eating out.