Friday, April 13, 2012

Happy Birthday Jackie - Love Elvis

Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel..

Elvis Costello's 1983 first #1 hit - Everyday I write the book <3

Thursday, April 12, 2012


Here are some of my favorites from Sir Max Azira's SS12 collection. This one is dedicated to all of you who don't want to look like all of the cochella minded rubes in Free People 345.00 dollar "hippy cuffs" and OU "Aztec pentants". Let's move on people, it's snowing on the beach.

Top to Bottom

Seed Bead Neckless 158.00
Metal Fringe Cuff 118.00
Chrissy Clutch $108.00

Tuesday, April 10, 2012


Wild Orphan by Allen Ginsberg

Blandly mother
takes him strolling
by railroad and by river
--he's the son of the absconded
hot rod angel--
and he imagines cars
and rides them in his dreams,

so lonely growing up among
the imaginary automobiles
and dead souls of Tarrytown

to create
out of his own imagination
the beauty of his wild
forebears--a mythology
he cannot inherit.

Will he later hallucinate
his gods? Waking
among mysteries with
an insane gleam
of recollection?

The recognition--
something so rare
in his soul,
met only in dreams
of another life.

A question of the soul.
And the injured
losing their injury
in their innocence
--a co*k, a cross,
an excellence of love.

And the father grieves
in flophouse
complexities of memory
a thousand miles
away, unknowing
of the unexpected
youthful stranger
bumming toward his door.

New York, April 13, 1952

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Told ya

I think I could listen to this song all day. Jim Jones style.


Mad Men had big shoes to fill with the much anticipated new season beating down their door. I have to say, the first 2 episodes were ok. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for the meat and blood of the show to make an appearance. There were a few serious parts, few artsy parts. They dance around the segregation issue with a tounge in cheek attitude but they could have done much better in my opinion.

Oh hey guess what!

I'm tired.

HA! And this pic was taken from when I partied those many many years ago...I'll be back one of these days. Disco lives!

Photo by: Ben Heck

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Kase Wo Atsumete

Driving in the car on the way to the Wesboro house it started to rain.
Shuffle shuffle, insert, play and turn the dial up to 11.
Kase Wo Atsumete
Windshields wipe
Windsheilds wipe
Kase Wo Atsumete
Sun peaks through the baby grey clouds
Grass gets greener
Birds chirp louder
Kase Wo Atsumete
Windsheilds off
Shift into park
Exit to the left

White Lines

Photo: Haw-Lin

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Trix are for kids

I have been a bad mom and left my baby bloggy in the dumpster on prom night. SORRY!
I have not had any computer time to keep up with my quotes, hopes and mundane comments I subject you all to. I am moving and moving office spaces at work. Bare with me folks.

Photo: Fffound