~nick’s cove~
Saturday, February 4th, 2012A splendid day North Coast day-tripping through Guerneville, Goat Rock Beach and the venerable Nick’s Cove.
~ze voluptuary~
- everything here abouts:
Archive for the ‘joie de vivre’ Category
~stumble over tombstone shoes~
Friday, December 30th, 2011A club full of senior punk rockers (including those on stage), my Euro honey having heard not a prior note of my Hollywood teen soundtrack, the white-haired man to my right singing all the Exene parts–pitch-perfect, and me digging the layers of time and guitar, admittedly a tiny bit teary-eyed. X! X! X!
The next day [...]
~a christmas miracle~
Monday, December 26th, 2011The grill sizzled, the papel picado fluttered, the mariachi strummed and the stage was set for a Christmas miracle. In truth, today we had hoped to go to La Taqueria, but found them closed for the holidays. Perhaps it was fate that led us to Taqueria Cancún, who can say?
For back history, it is [...]
~crystal cove~
Monday, November 7th, 2011Alfonso jogged, I harassed seagulls, the sea made mermaid tails in the sand, the sun sank, the moon rose over Crystal Cove.
~three years~
Monday, October 24th, 2011one of the loveliest days of my life. and some rather fine years since (plus eight before that)! ♥ ♥ ♥
~spirit pinions~
Saturday, August 27th, 2011Sacred spot: Grandpa Boone’s pigeon pens. A few pictures made as daylight faded, skirt and wings fluttering.
~you are here~
Thursday, August 25th, 2011If you are here, you know what I mean.
~ mothership connection ~
Saturday, August 20th, 2011Put a glide in your stride, a dip in your hip and come on up to The Mothership. Miz P’s memorial and interplanetary love-roller-coaster☆freaky and habit-forming☆chocolate star☆gettin’ down in 3-D☆light year groovin☆500,000 kilowatts of P.Funk-power☆very yes☆starchild☆mothership connection.
Swing low, time to move on, light years in time, free your mind, come fly, it’s hip, [...]
~another flashing chance at bliss~
Tuesday, July 12th, 2011It was a long bus ride to Venice High from Hollywood. My mother made me take a summer school typing class though it wasn’t required and I wouldn’t get credit. I retaliated by learning as little as I could: I still look at the keys when I type. What I remember is the voice of [...]
~ the year of glitter ~
Thursday, June 23rd, 2011Opening night of the Year of Glitter:
rockin the pumpkin fairy dress sent by mom ~
being carded while buying prosecco (on 42nd birthday, I mean, please, but also: thanks!) ~
loving old friends who slice, sauté, simmer tagine, rescue caramelized frosting, snip nasturtium from trailing vines for cake top, who celebrate years of friendship, who introduce new [...]
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