Archive for the ‘joie de vivre’ Category

~villa teacup~

Wednesday, January 17th, 2018

~4.5 years~

Friday, October 13th, 2017

…and so concludes this vagabonding chapter.

~mom’s garage: 1980s~

Saturday, September 23rd, 2017

A week spent unearthing the past in Mom’s garage. Above, 11th grade prom portrait. Below, the dress, and all that remains of the pointy footwear empire. Warbabies was my first real job, selling WWII German military clothes to punks and David Lee Roth on Melrose Avenue. Plus hand-pegged levis, plaid flannel insets, and other cowpunk essentials. […]

~happy returns~

Friday, June 23rd, 2017

There was a rumbly grey sunrise, festive snacks, gardening, a run in thick humidity, many phone calls, an afternoon walk to greet deer and gather wildflowers, pizza, rioja, tiramisu, rain, new moon, fireflies.

~happy returns of the day~

Saturday, June 17th, 2017

Vintage car window decal score from Woodstock flea. Sometimes it still feels like image above, but sometimes it’s just like below.

~lawd, tennyson~

Tuesday, March 28th, 2017

“In the spring an old queen’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of easter egg fros.”

~ rainbowie ~

Tuesday, January 10th, 2017

McSweeney’s Believer Logger published Electric Blue, an essay I wrote one year ago, about Bowie’s life, death, and impromptu NYC memorial. Scroll bars will center below, or go to the source via link above.

~the bright & hollow sky~

Saturday, December 3rd, 2016

We danced to Iggy’s The Passenger and Bowie’s Heroes. We stayed up until 3:30 and woke at 6:30 to head to Tegel airport. Tschüssi, Berlin!

~pantoffeln & glück~

Wednesday, November 30th, 2016

We rented a car and had an adventure at the family storage unit on the outskirts of Berlin. Because of our crazy schedule, we had a mere ninety minutes to find the one thing we’s come for: Ali’s mother’s hand-written cookbook. Greeted by a small room-sized crate of boxes, we found it–in nearly the very […]

~no faces when photographed~

Monday, November 28th, 2016

Dinner at Clärchens Ballhaus, built in the late 1800s (in the Gründerzeit), to celebrate our first dinner date sixteen years ago today.  Then a seven mile stroll across the city in 23 degree freeze, with a stop midway to greet Goldelse. I massacred a bit of Als das kind kind war (aka Lied Vom Kindsein/Song of […]

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