drawing on a rainy saturday afternoon

is the perfect time to light candles and listen to silly old jazz music.

your feets too big - fats waller

and sometimes you're lucky enough to have a friend who makes the perfect mixes for such an occasion.

i'm still shaking a little bit

on the inside.

wow.

the thing is

sometimes you just want some action.

baby said - hot chip

this morning on my way to get coffee

i stepped onto a freshly painted curb and left little red blots down the street as i walked away.

you might say i've finally 'made my mark' in venice

or or

that i really 'painted the town red' this morning

oh somebody stop me...i'm killing, here

i can never sleep after i hear live music

i saw iron and wine play with calexico tonight.

i want to crawl inside sam beam's beard.

they did a lovely cover of all tomorrow's parties. i do like that song, but i'd have to say my favorite nico/velvet underground songs are the sweet

i'll be your mirror

and

after hours

i'm starting to feel sleepy...

it is raining so hard right now

the rain is dirty and leaving thick grey streaks and spots all over the place.
i wish i didn't have to go out in it.

but i know when it's over the city will be clean and shiny and infectiously optimistic.

it's growing on me, this place. los angeles.


oooo thunder!

thirteen in los angeles

on saturday night i attended a $26,000 thirteenth birthday party. there was an open-bar for the adults, a candy 'bar' for the kids, a tarot card reader, henna tattoos, a dj, professional dancers and an ipod photo station. the kids had hipster haircuts and designer clothes, and the mom's were all but plastic.

julie and i took full advantage of the amenities.


but the thing is, the kids were still thirteen. they scurried around in insecure packs and fled the dance floor at the first chord of a slow song. they flirted awkwardly yet remained half-children.

i try to remember being that age, but it seems so long ago...

anyway, a beautiful song about being thirteen (elliott smith).

grey

finally, the weather begins to cooperate.

i don't usually go for cars

but damn.



in my headphones: konichiwa bitches - robyn

why are my friends so amazing?

i must have done something spectacular in a former life...

it's not raining yet

but it will be soon

kathy's song

i am a rock

happy birthday, paul

bland yet pretty

lixo

pingo

musical detective

i found it!

blame it on on the bossa nova - eydie gorme

and while i was at it, i also came across this little gem...

eso beso - paul anka

paul anka is my aunt's ex-husband's cousin, don't you know.

i made madeleines yesterday

i've always loved madeleines - partly because they are so tasty, and partly because of proust:

The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it; perhaps because of those memories, so long abandoned and put out of mind, nothing now survived, everything was scattered; the shapes of things, including that of the little scallop-shell of pastry, so richly sensual under its severe, religious folds, were either obliterated or had been so long dormant as to have lost the power of expansion which would have allowed them to resume their place in my consciousness. But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.

beautiful, isn't it?

pacific avenue between windward and market

what if

the winter solstice never comes? what if the days grow shorter and shorter until we have the last day, the shortest day - a flash of sunlight before darkess? what if the laws of time and space and planetary motion adjusted just enough to let such a thing happen?

perhaps the real question is: why not?

playing around

i love it when photographs take on the quality of abstract art. photoshop helps.

buildings from buses