Memories of Yesteryear

South Padre

A year ago today, in South Padre Island, Texas.

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Just the Tip

Strangers With Corn

In a matter of one day, on the subway:

+ a woman eating corn on the cob at 8:45 A.M (it’s in season, but c’mon)

+ a pregnant woman staring at the corn-woman, clearly disgusted, but enjoying a banana (totally “getting” this woman)

+ a young man and woman, discussing her love life; the man asks, “Have you ever considered marrying a woman? It seems like such a better fit for you.” The woman responds, “I mean, sometimes. I’m not gay though. But yeah, sometimes.” (….)

+ the 12718927 other weird happenings that occur daily (the subway car gym-dancers are glorified pole dancers, yes??)

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A Few Things I’m Loving

The weather has been beautiful the last few days, and I’ve been feeling inspired again to revamp my apartment. A few things I’m loving lately (ok, all the time): shaggy rugs, odd planters and big murals.

I don't know where this comes from but if you're reading: can I move in?

I don’t know where this comes from but if you’re reading: can I move in?

baby aliens

baby aliens

Palenque Rug

Palenque Rug

 

 

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Coconut

My baby girl is finally here! I was so worried about her adjusting to our new place, but so far she is settling into city life quite well. She needs a bit more play-time and attention (and a new wake-up call time…6:oo AM is not working for us), but overall seems really happy to be with us again. Meow to the max.

Coco

Coco

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Saying Goodbye

Look at that tall glass of water. Long and lanky and with bright outstretched leaves, mirroring the perfect morning stretch. I loved this plant. After Anthony and I moved into our first place together in Austin, we noticed a tiny sprout growing out of our big planter that was just holding dirt. We were delighted, and left the baby greenery to grow as it pleased. It grew, and grew, and kept growing to what appeared to be a tree. We were so excited to have accidentally birthed this new friend and confidently matched it to another tree in our backyard one summer afternoon, after about three beers. The leaves matched! It was tall! They both looked tree-ish! It stayed with us for almost two years – shrinking in the winter, sprouting in the spring and limping in the summer – and when we decided to move to NYC made the long drive with us across the country. It was a symbol; a symbol of seasons, of love, and a new long relationship. It came with some complications: the roots were strong and tangled and wouldn’t allow any other plants in the pot, and the leaves always shed. It was also curiously resilient. One night at a bar, after another few beers, Anthony and I lovingly shared our plant story (“It traveled a thousand miles with us!! It lasts like our love!!” (Barf)) when a friend asked to see a picture of our miracle baby. “That’s a weed,” she said very matter of fact. “A very invasive weed, actually. It will take over and destroy almost anything in its way.” I quickly turned my phone from her. No, not my plant. My plant was, above all, a product of nurture. She laughed, and repeated the information again, this time with a Wiki-page in her hand. Later, I sliced the roots. I was terrified it would strangle me in my sleep, or take my cat hostage. A few weeks later I noticed a new green bud, a clipped oval like a small tongue, smug. “Ha,” it taunted me. “HA HA.” It sits now, in the corner of my bedroom, with a proud but crooked back. My special tree-weed-love plant: a fighter.

One of these things doesn't belong here.

One of these things doesn’t belong here.

Hallway Highlights

diamonds in my eyes

diamonds in my eyes

tear drop tits

tear drop tits

exit to the left

exit to the left

love the creep factor

love the creep factor

 

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At least your eyebrows look good

162118abd4c3b78856bdca8bfc0e1e42This year’s winter is like the guest who has overstayed their welcome. BY LIKE 2 MONTHS.

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You’re on (Diet) Coke

WELCOME TO NYC! YOU’RE ON COKE! Your shirt is so pretty. You’re so pretty. I feel pretty. Let’s dance. I like your shirt!! Mine was $4 from Thrift Town. It’s velvet and velvet is so soft, it feels like the beach is draped over your skin, but not the scratchy beach, or sand? SAND IS AT THE BEACH HAHA! But like expensive sand where you have to take a tiny airplane to get to some island. OMG I hate tiny airplanes. I hate flying. WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MALAYSIA!? God. I’m thirsty, but I want to dance. You’re so pretty! (Really though – this is really funny. Double points for the “diet” of coke being a diet in and of itself.)
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