27 December 2009

greatest man alive

here's a super hot picture of tom petty and his hot bandmates. it is good that only everyone else in this pic is now bald but tom has a full head of hair.

22 December 2009

portland is the place for me

taken from urban weeds.

no one cares about this girl. but what really caught my eye is the 'pita pit' sign in the background, which i'd recognize from a city away.

20 December 2009


i then learned that pigs, b/c they have a great olfactory sense, can sniff out yams buried underground. they dig them up and devour them. they can also sniff out this treasured shroom that farmers can sell for big bucks. farmers would let the pigs smell for the shrooms but kick them aside just in time to shovel out the shrooms for a profit.

19 December 2009

hot yam!

my pops told me back in the old country you could opt to buy either 1 bag of rice or 5 bags of yams each month. some people would choose the yams b/c there was more to go around. eating a yam is like biking - both are privileges now but they were rather ordinary back in the day.

17 December 2009

what a beauty

i've always had a soft spot for gold univega bikes. i have a similar univega - his name is eggplant. i've been debating whether to make him into a fixie for years. should i?

16 December 2009

countdown to last day of copenhagen: 1

he is a bit cheesy to some people but al gore is probs one of my favorite people in the world. i enjoy seeing him in action more than even maybe jim hansen. i remember when we went to hear him speak in DC one summer - felt like i was seeing robert smith at coachella. he's such a passionate man - nothing is more attractive. plus he's super hot regardless. he's probably done more for americans (we're unfortunately the least educated people of the western world) than the past 3 presidents (including the current dumbass) combined.

i feel like if i were still in school we'd be talking about copenhagen all day. instead i haven't heard a single mention of it others than just from reading the news. dear k, we're so out of tune now that we're living in the real world i just want to go back to class and hear everyone talk again and grab a sprout sandwich at the co-op afterwards.

15 December 2009

lip service

it seems there's been a load of talk - from everyone who's anyone - and nothing else. it'd be really sad for copenhagen to be just another agenda21 or the sort.

14 December 2009

blue marble

copenhagen, denmark - follow the 15 days of climate conference on mother jones or the COP15 site

reminds me of boathouse row along the schuykill river in philadelphia

07 December 2009

they say california is a recipe for a black hole

the people i've met from the east coast that come to los angeles are ones bored with life and want to see how absurd they can push their lives to be.

the people i've seen from los angeles that move to new york are pretentious assholes who are truly clueless.

04 December 2009

bon marché

free teste + free condoms. what could be better.

walking to the flea market

it big (it hot)

maybe someone has found my missing cardigan and is selling it?

someone lucked out and found a watch!

02 December 2009

a beautiful day for a hike in montecito

the air is like nowhere else

K made some delish vegan bran muffins

picking out cactus pear spikes - sour as piss!

pond for dipping around naked

like the banff short film!

26 November 2009

colonization and killing of indigenous Americans / happy thanksgiving!

what's even worse than celebrating a false and twisted ideal is targeting a strange bird to kill and eat.

17 November 2009

das unheimliche

jean-paul circa 1935

steve circa 2008

15 November 2009

the los angeles arboretum

food for thought

a fast one

find our flying friend

lazy male

"let's have sex"

our new house

and justin's nose

a nice day to have a sandwich with our friend and see some succulents.

09 November 2009

moth nests / tea cup

this tea cup has been collecting little moths since maybe june

07 November 2009

women who blow my mind






polly jean

06 November 2009

window to the sea park

i keep seeing the same 2 people from high school around los angeles. i saw adam for the first time in maybe 5 years at coachella. he had beer bellies all over his body and became really bro. his voice was still raspy and slurry. i imagined how californians probably mistake his philly accent for one that's native. i saw him in line to get into the campgrounds but he didn't recognise me. later at the beer garden, he sat right across from me instead of 100 other people. we made eye contact about 10 times but i realised he kept looking at me only b/c he thought i was hitting on him. i wondered why he didn't recognise me; we had been mild acquaintances since 5th grade. i remember he asked me in math class "who do you hate in our grade?" once he even hit my crotch walking up the stairs and apologised.

i saw him again a few weeks ago at the el rey. it was during the split second between handing tickets to friends whom i didn't really know and getting a photo pass for something i'd no idea how to do. the fact that i saw him just slid through my mind like the fact that this really philly-looking kid is enjoying himself in los angeles.

bon weekend!

circa 1930

05 November 2009

01 November 2009

waiting for the drip

each morning she'd open her eyes to the blossoming last days of her life. each day preceded by a full night of sweet drizzle from the mountains, which she watched from her window with a cigarette above her ear. she'd want to hear if he came home. and the hours before it began to rain, she listened to music in her blue suede shoes with her friends in the garage. she'd gotten them at the secret second-handed shop where she'd buy things just so she wouldn't see other people wear them around town. they'd talk about painting the garage at dinner right before biking there. and she'd sit to watch the blond boys from the valley eat their pizza and pasta every evening. for three years, she'd watched them grow, mullets and girlfriends and all. she'd see them around the bibliotheque, between classes and through dreams. she was happy to see them b/c they'd stop to watch her smile. she remembers when she got a new bike and they saw her biking with no handlebars past the tower. she had a sprouted sandwich in one hand and a notebook in the other. she was headed to film class to sit behind the tall boy before he'd become bald. that bike ride wasn't her last. but it's the one that keeps happening each morning right after the mountains are capped, right after their sweet nightly drizzle.

30 October 2009

13 September 2009

bon weekend!

i like red-skinned potatoes

quinoa and split peas

je suis tombée amoureuse

06 September 2009

new haircut?

taken from facehunter

03 September 2009

do you remember

Coming out the dining commons, I saw that a girl had locked her bike to mine. I decided to finish the beets in my hand while waiting and thinking about how many times this would happen to me. I imagined by the time I’d be done, she’d come out to unlock her bike. She had a beach cruiser, a pastel one like many of the other girls. I waited for about an hour. In the meantime, I tried to kick her cheap bike apart and pry open her lock with a pine needle. Eventually, I accepted that she wasn’t coming out.

I walked by myself to the lab. I realized how peaceful the bike path by the tower was at night. I rarely took the time to walk down that path. At the lab, I sat down by a computer on the first floor to study for the french final. I looked down at my bloody beet hands. Soon, I saw that he was sitting next to me. He had biked from his house in the city. His wide eyes were beaming red, his sandals broken in.

We left the lab at midnight. When we walked next to each other, I noticed we were wearing the same pants. We both thought about how he waited 4 years to ask me “what’s our assignment for french?” I told him about my bike story and he laughed. After he got on his bike and rode away, I thought about checking on my own bike. Instead, I inhaled and walked all the way home in one breath.