let them eat cake

"all i really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesnt hurt"
chales schulz.

think im taking this quote to the extremem these days. all i be doing is living this ridiculously hedonistic epicurious lifestyle, full of booze, lounging and cake. im going to turn into an american 12 year old soon- bloated obesity bubble kid. its fun, but not so healthy or conducive to good waist line. and really good timing in line for summer. ha. self control and will power seems to be lacking rather sorely.

me thinks the running shoes are going to have to feature far more regularly!

Hidden Ocean

She held her grief behind her eyes like an ocean and when she leaned forward into the day it spilled onto the floor and she wiped at it quickly with her foot and pretended no one had seen. - story people

i probably empathise and concurr with this too much, or is that too often? if you keep up the pretense then you can even fool yourself. despite things going well of late, i still get this . holding the ocean at bay.

Having a Coke with You

by Frank O'Hara

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne

or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona

partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian

partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt

partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches

partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary

it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still

as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it

in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth

between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint

you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look

at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick

which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time

and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism

just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or

at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me

and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them

when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank

or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully

as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience

which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it

just for me

story people: High Tolerance

What are you good at? I said & she said, Mainly life. I work best with stuff that has a high tolerance for mistakes.

ah friday

i have done so little work i cant actually even call it that, had cookies and about 4 million cups of coffee for breakfast, read the newspaper and been listening to great 80s tracks all morning. god i love fridays. best day of the working week- when you are legitimately not expected to function properly or produce anything of real importance whatsoever.

this also helped me get through the morning with a huge smile. god some of them are funny.

voyeur moment

too funny- watching my neighbour jumping like a looney, arms flailing and all, trying to make his security gate open for his car. and it not succeeding for a whole ten minutes. but him continuing regardless.
priceless.

well done!

go and check this amazing magazine out. made by stef. its awesome.
PANGRAM

peter pan

"The way Mr. Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss."

i heart peter pan. but heart reading it while pretending to do work even more. today is my friday and i have the afternoon off later, so technically and realistically i cant be expected to work or concentrate. not with the promise of sandy toes tomorrow, relaxing by the pool in the sunshine, too many cocktails with long distant friends and playing with my dog all lie so close at hand. woop woop indeed. so reading peter pan is as close as concentrating as i will get today. t minus 2 hours and counting. my grin grows as the time passes.

lost marbles.

emailed from a friend:


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found this whole stack.
your's?

can one borrow marbles from a friend, when in dire need of freshened stock?
my head is empty with them. radical, at least have a back up supply of them now.