...:: * ::... 

One of the many reasons I love reading Jeff VanderMeer: 

"At night, only half the street lamps in Ambergris worked,
but all across the skyline phosphorescence dripped and
bled and hazed in and hazed out again. Sometimes, a
cloud of vermillion spores would form in mid-air and settle
down over a building, stretching across its bricks or wood
or stone like a second skin, before moving on or dissipating.
In one extreme case, Finch had seen the spores take on
the form of a huge, bloated green monster with spiraling
red eyes. It had bellowed and dived down into a neighbor-
hood to the north, smashing itself into motes against the
ground.
                                         . . .

Strange things sometimes flew between the two towers,
and sometimes the sky there was not the same color.
Sometimes, during the day, a night sky with unfamiliar
stars hung like a draped cloth between those towers.
Seeing something like that too many times altered you.
He didn't ever want it to become ordinary."—JV

* * *

found yesterday morning in a set
of glass nesting bowls in the kitchen.
doesn't look real, does he...

...:: * ::... 

I am evil. Despicable. An unredeemable miscreant. A Philistine. 
Who else would buy a set of hot wheels for a beautiful little boy;
then consider keeping it, replacing same with...a box of saltines?
A tin of binder clips? A spindle full of CDs!
   It's just...damn. They're cool...
   I wonder if he'd like a ream of office paper...
   Yeah. I'm navel lint.


* You may be relieved to know I've since resolved my moral
  dilemma. He gets the Batmobile Hot Wheels Die Cast Set
  Ltd. Edition; I get the 1930's  Batmobile. 
  It's good to be the adult.
  Vroom Vroom!

* * *

Thomas who?

...:: * ::... 

Wishing the hap-happ-happiest of birthdays to my friend
and fellow Virgo, Paul, who introduced me to the following
quote about the creative process...I've never heard it 
described better:

...making art is difficult. We leave drawings unfinished
and stories unwritten. We do work that does not feel like
our own. We repeat ourselves. We stop before we have
mastered our materials, or continue on long after their
potential is exhausted. Often the work we have not done
seems more real in our minds than the pieces we have
completed.—David Bayles, Ted Orland, Lenswork

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target. corner of balboa and nordoff


fountain & sunset. los angeles. august 29, 2006

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