Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Here's a look at my new stuff. Looks pretty good, right?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Let it Burn

Sometimes I feel like losing everything would be a relief.

I'll try to explain.

I didn't have to work at an unearthly hour this morning so I was able to sleep in a bit and wake up slow. I think that I had a dream that my entire life changed. Everything that I knew was gone and I had to begin again - maybe I was transported to a new place, maybe I was thrown into a different time, maybe there was some kind of disaster - I'm not sure what happened. I just remember feeling utterly alone.

When I was fully conscious I really really wanted to listen to this song.

People throwing dinars at the belly-dancers
In a sad circus by a trench of burning oil
People throw belongings; a lifetime's earnings
Amongst the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk

Date palms and orange and tangerine trees
With eyes that're crying for everything
(Let it burn! Let it burn, burn, burn...)

So I talked to an old man by the generator
He was standing on the gravel by the fetid river
He turned to me and answered, "Baby, see."
Said, "War is here in our beloved city."

Some dove in the river and tried to swim away
Through tons of sewage; they had written on their foreheads
Date palms and orange and tangerine trees
With eyes that're crying for everything

Let it burn, let it burn!
Let it burn, let it burn!
Let it burn, let it burn!
Let it burn, let it burn!

Obviously, it would be hyper-dramatic to compare our lives with those of the people in this song, but I can't help but feel the desire to take the people I love by the hand and jump into that sewage-filled river. On the far bank we would look back at the materialism, the over complication, the skewed social hierarchy, the broken politics, the cookie cutter lifestyles that we had left behind and we would chant, "Let it burn! Let it burn, burn, burn...".

We would then taste something different.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Feeling Memory

Today I finally removed my winter snowflakes from my windows. It was a bittersweet moment for me. The removal of winter decorations frees up my large windows for their true destinies; letting vast quantities of light into my life, displaying the springtime explosion of white and pink beauty that is my crab apple tree, allowing the sounds of the outdoor world into my indoor life; birds, bugs, people walking by, the occasional car, lawnmowers, etc. I love these things so much, and yet... I felt slightly sad as I took down my snowflakes and crumpled them into twisting and crisscrossing balls of paper mess. Some of their accidental patterns would not and could not ever be recreated.

Next year will mark the birth of new snowflake decorations. They will be just as magnificent as the dead generation, full of happy accidents and wonderful flukes. I just felt like I should take some time to say farewell to all the paper snowflakes in the world that have died as spring puts its foot in the door. I have already all but forgotten the complexities of your designs but the seasonal magic that you have planted in my heart has become part of a treasured and permanent feeling memory.

Friday, March 11, 2011


I wish that I could do beautiful things in beautiful places for the rest of forever.

The best part is the cute high-five at the end.