i dream red

red dress.red lipstick. red woods

someday, maybe, hopefully, for sure, i will be cruising along Highway One to the redwoods with katie, mama, and an airstream in tow

antannae

USDA Approved

can you believe that before this guy i hated blueberries. yeah. i know. but now, well now i eat them all year round!

oh community college, i'm glad i have you.

well, these are some classmates who plopped under the lights. these girls are actually quite quirky and animated. their reservation is an illusion.
i think this week our teacher wants to replicate the Twilight billboard. Say what?!

bean bags for a semi-french boy

When you look at these bean bags, squint your eyes just so, and you can recreate that old Hollywood glow, you know, the one that leaves you sour about your own mug, (that could just be me) AND ta-dah! I made couture bean bags. Why, thank you!

otherwise.... look here
the original dreamer and doer

a doozy from Moby Dick, i repeat a DOOZY

"Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way? Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a color as the visible absence of color; and at the same time the concrete of all colors; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows - a colorless, all-color of atheism from which we shrink? And when we consider that other theory of the natural philosophers, that all other earthly hues- every stately or lovely emblazoning- the sweet tinges of sunset skies and woods; yea, and the gilded velvets of butterflies, and the butterfly cheeks of young girls; all these are but subtle deceits, not actually inherent in substances, but only laid on from without; so that all deified Nature absolutely paints like the harlot, whose allurements cover nothing but the charnel-house within; and when we proceed further, and consider that the mystical cosmetic which produces every one of her hues, the great principle of light, for ever remains white or colorless in itself, and if operating without medium upon matter, would touch all objects, even tulips and roses, with its own blank tinge- pondering all this, the palsied universe lies before us a leper, and like wilful travellers in Lapland, who refuse to wear colored and coloring glasses upon their eyes, so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him. And of all these things the Albino whale was the symbol. Wonder ye then at the fiery hunt?"

two Jonathan Adler pieces that would sink my budget. in my earthly realm i cry, "i want, i want!"

i need to get a bigger bucket for my lists