in texas...

i was just told by a ... mmm... "cowboy"? oh about - 65yrs... "ya know - in texas - a guy will say to a good looking woman - you look like a $1500 cow and smell like a new saddle". thank you? yeah - girl from rochester enters the world of texas. i hope a $1500 cow is a good price.

don't the sun look angry through the trees

It has been awhile since we last checked in with our heroine. Last heard, she had been bogged down in the quagmires of the jungle. Armed only with her machette, she hacked through the treacherous weeds - only to find that once hacked through, they immediately regenerated themselves in not only 1 but 4. Hacking her way - trying to catch a glimpse of sunlight. And ultimately she did. And when she escaped the forest of tendrilous arms she rested. She was tired.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP" went her radio... and a heavy sigh was pushed out from the bottom of her lungs. "You will need to head back into the jungle next week -- danger lurks on the other side. I will allow you these next couple days to refresh yourself."

And so she tried. Early in the morning when the air was still cool and the sun it's brightest glow she climbed out of her cave and onto her small stretch of land and there she worked. She planted flowers and built walls. And as she did she noticed that this one really the one thing that gave her the most pleasure. Most of the nonsense from the week before slowly drifted away. She was happy to be alone in her world. Sometimes that is for the best. Relay only on your machette...

a trellis i made from the bushes i ripped out

morning glories and moon flowers ... lets see if they like this construction better...

another wall... with wildflowers

tore this apart yesterday and rebuilt it

yeah - i know that i am ranting. and yeah i know that i have a few beers in my blood. maybe i am an unbelieveablly guarded person. i don't know- but i hang out with people - and basically - there is no one who does it for me. i am not sure if it is me - that i am being picky - or if i am unexcepting - or my expectiations are too high - or if i am looking for that dream cowboy - - i really don't know. i am frustrated as all hell and it makes me really mad. because when i do find someone - someone i feel is safe enough for me to deal with -- i don't know - well - at the end of the day they go away - for one reason or another. and so - i start over again. i wonder if i went to a co-ed highschool if i would be any different... i don't know. maybe encorporate more male behavior - or understand the jist of their retardedness... i would not give up the all girl thing - but shit. boys suck - and they are retards - and i really don't care for them. they are gross. all parts of them. maybe if i was interested in hooking up with a jock - or a frat guy - or a hick -- well... no problem. hey - ya know - i could have a lot of dudes. i'm finding that painfully obvious. i don't want them. i really am not sure what i am looking for - except someone that i understand and someone who understands and accepts me -and is kinda cute. i don't know. i feel like i'm getting too old for this shit. a little board by the whole thing. it's actually pretty dumb.

well, it is march. i shouldn't be complaining. but it has been raining for 48 hours straight. i hope that by the time the weekend is here the sun will be warm. i have a clematis to plant - and my daffodils are rearing to go - and there are other little guys showing their heads... COME ON! But - i know that as soon as i say that - the weather will be 100 degrees and i will be wishing for fall.

Winter to Spring

Two days later...

well, another catalogue is gone and my brain is fried. nice relaxing evening - long shower ... maybe a bath is in store. and of course - a beer.

yes, i have a bad dog -- a loud barking dog who hates children. BUT inconsiderate neighbors with 10 children screaming in their front yard - and it's not like they don't have a good size backyard ... - a minivan in the middle of the street blaring some ridiculous music with the kids popping out of the sun roof -- GET CONTROL OF YOUR FUCKING KIDS! I have things I need to do without listing to my idiot dog barking at your retarded children.

San Francisco

well, i forgot to take a picture of the booth... but i did take these.

Splendid Isolation

the look after the song is perfect.



and here's another good version - not b/c of Lettermen - but the interview after.

Caillebotte, Gustave
The Floor-Scrapers
1875
Oil on canvas

a new twist

as we all know by now, Cincinnati does not have very many snow plows - actually, I have yet to see one. As a result, they have ingeniously developed a salt pellet that houses a little man with a snow plow. When there is a threat of snow - the salt trucks scatter millions of these microscopic individuals onto the roads. In theory, the little men work all night long and clear the roads by morning rush hour. The "powers at be" - being as observant as they are - noticed that the poor little men in the salt pellets were either dieing or being extremely unproductive. So, as a result, they have decided to also spread beet juice on the roads. See, this way the little men would have sustenance to work through the night. I have to say, the little men did not do that bad of a job last night. Perhaps McDonalds will want to get in on this - who likes beet juice anyways?



These are the little men who keep our roads "clean". You can see how they are contained within the salt pellet. This is an extremely magnified view.

Caillebotte, Gustave
Interior
1880
Oil on canvas

v-day

valentines day. what a waste. if i have said it once, well... this is not a new rant - i think it happens every february... but it is one of those damn holidays that is a marketing holiday - not that they all aren't - but a holiday that makes people who are not "in love" - whatever the hell that means - feel bad. if i see another comercial for match.com, eharmony.com, or comegetmebigboyiwantyounow.com - for valentine cards - for little heart-shaped candies - if i hear on the radio one more commerial for some jewelry store... well frankly, i just don't know what i'll do. actually - i do. i will do nothing as usual - and wait until the 14th goes by. maybe i just need a thicker fucking skin - i will soon be a reptile... oh yeah. hm.

somewhere beyond the sea...

somewhere, waiting for me... my lover stands on golden sands and watches the ships that go sailing...

monday night, macaroni shells stuffed with meat. a relaxing, time consuming process. beer in hand, bobby darin on the stereo, critters rough housing...

we'll meet beyond the shore... and never again I'll go sailing...

the hive...

Today henry and I are going to clean this joint up, go to the grocery store, do laundry that is long over due - it is actually marching itself to the washing machine right now... yes, and tomorrow - I think I will paint the remaining "raw" walls of the kitchen. I'm leaning towards a cream -- I think it was called Winston Churchill something-er-other. Yes, but in the morning I will be sober - you will still be ugly.

we little bees buzzing around the hive... bzzzz.....bzzzzz...bzzzzz....

Happy New Years!

Melissa's Pad

And the day after...

...our dear "O.L.M."

Christmas Day...

Mele Kalikimaka