Do you remember when I was obsessed with wings?
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
This is just plain ridiculous. And ugly. I wish the hokey pokey had better graphic art.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Last year, I got to re-live my most embarrassing moment, on stage (Thanks a mill CDE).
I just found the copy of my monologue.
Just pity eleven year old Claire.
Or play in the pool with me come Monday night's Swim Club)
The space under the water slide makes the perfect secret mermaid cave. It is the command center where I issue orders the other members of my mermaid clan. Age eleven, I have spent the summer swimming happily in the neighbor's backyard pool. I play there with my friends, who are about four years my junior. I never seem to get along with the girls my own age, since they are all too old to play my make-believe fairytale games. Too bad for the girls that won't play with us, because we have the time of our lives dusting the world with pixie dust made out of sidewalk chalk, setting out traps for unicorns, and counting the scales on our colorful fins.
On this hot summer day, I'm busy wiggling around with my mermaid sisters. We make quick escape after quick escape from the terrifying sharks and sea monsters. As we swim faster and faster around the pool to escape the predators, we also begin to get louder and louder. The stakes are raised, the chase continues, but tragically I become thoroughly invested the throes of
I hear someone call out my name. The voice isn't familiar and it isn't female. Slowly, I stop my noisy splashing and struggling and look up. There in the window stand two boys from my class at school: My little friend's older brother and the boy who I secretly have a large crush on.
There is no possible way that I can save face now. No one my age should be playing mermaids with the little kids in the neighbor's backyard pool. I have been caught doing the most uncool thing a person could possibly ever be doing. I am completely ruined forever. I quickly sink beneath the water and swim along the bottom of the pool to my former perfect secret mermaid cave. But my cave has lost its appeal now.
I sigh the sad sigh of a social pariah.
I begin to grow up.
You imagine him being attracted to them.
You're drink gasoline to stay warm."
"When he calls and tells you he misses you, you invite him over. He spends the night.
In the morning, he asks where his razor is. You tell him that you threw it away when you broke up. He says,
-from "The Girls Guide To Hunting and Fishing", by Melissa Bank
Seriously people. You need to read this book.
(This was written for me by Rocky (aka Paper Face) and left on my photo comments for the picture of Re-loo and Myself laying in the leaves.)
When I was coming down
through the canyon,
fast as I could go
kicking through the soft-damaged
sage, when I was running
from the law
with tiny tree bites
on my face, the sun
just swallowed by the terra folds,
I passed a starlet with a camera
flashing the grass
for blue-sheathed believers
idling elbow to elbow
in the mild serration
of the leaves.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
(Jessica's Official Photography Website),
asked me to help spice up her artistic statement.
Here lies the fruit of my efforts.
Jessica swam through blood, sweat, and tears and blissfully earned her BFA in Photography from Art Center in Pasadena CA in 2006. She has been working independently as a freelance photographer, as well as an in-house photographer and editor at a stock production company.