This is a video by my friend Nick Anderson. Enjoy (also, another example of what keeps me in Utah)
your ponytail. i don't remember it, but i've somehow manifested it. it's long and chestnut. like my first horse, chaplain, a retired thoroughbred. i rode him for a few months. we found artex. he was a wild card. i was a wild card; we loved each other. i love[d] you. i wish you were here. really, devastating, actually. the fact that i can't woman up and make it my own, even worse? i can't duplicate you. who could? coco chanel? perhaps. i was a girl with long blonde hair. i'm a woman now, with auburn tresses. i'll try to grow them long, again. for you.
Seriously, the sky was ethereal when I stepped out of the office, at a succinct 7:15pm. Bleh to working late. But the clouds, oh the clouds. What magic. At least I work amidst a beautiful landscape.
I was driving home, admiring the sky and thinking of celestial things and, naturally, things took a turn and I wondered:
what if all these bible thumpers who preach about the apocalypse and such, what if, really, all they're scared of is the end of capitalism?
i'm starting to think that's what people are scared of. people are scared of a lack of consumption. and who in the world right now is really on top of their game and living like kings? i dare say no one. so, at what point does the entire world shift and say, "hey, we're fucked, let's change" ? i love shoes and cars and expensive horses and cashmere like most of us. wait, that's the problem. the people who can't afford such try to make up for it in excess, like a herd of people eating off the silage of the affluent. like smelling a waft of cheap perfume. who is s/he kidding? i'd rather smell like dirt and sweat than spend my money on crap. that's really the point i'm trying to make. it's such a fine line. commodity. i truly appreciate and will pay for something if it's WORTH something. wal-mart, worthless. inauthentic knock-offs of anything, worthless. undermining the integrity of something of value is by far the deepest crime of a capitalistic society. but who am i kidding? i took the above photos with an iphone (albeit a hand-me-down, i feel value in that). i'm an offender, but i am taking a stand at value. so, cheers to a valuable life.
You must click on the images above to view Todd Selby's home shots of artist, Jessica Grindstaff (how can you not be punk rock with a last name like that) and Skeleton Key's (which is also a wicked bitchin' band to check out), Erik Sanko. Thay have some marvelous little creatures in their space. I want little creatures everywhere.
So, what's a girl to do when she has to spend all day in a little town while she waits for her dog to get out of surgery? She goes fishing! Today was the first day this year that I've been fishing and it felt so nice. So wonderful to have some sun on the face and to be outside and with nature again.
If you guessed sleeping, BINGO! I just can't help myself.
*photo courtesy of mrs. hurtado.black. this was at a cine-dips function, in which people are expected to stay up and enjoy a movie together. not me, i sleep. i sleep in public.