A postcard of a Fortune magazine cover from August 1932, featuring a stylized train bridge A picture of Keith, Jack and Sam, looking very much like The Cat in the Hat and Things 1 and 2 A sticker which says “MAKE THINGS BETTER” A picture of Keith and Johnny smoking cigars A postcard version of a Mouvement Dada Paris poster A sticker from lxord.net (use Safari) A small blue and yellow ceramic piece by Sam, hanging from a ribbon A pieced together panorama of grey waves in Santa Monica Harbor A Not An Employee badge A webcam picture of Keith on the phone, silhouette style, black and red A small blue cocktail monkey A polaroid of Anthony and Lucy at our wedding A postcard from the Jen ...

It was our 5 year anniversary yesterday. Keith's in Haiti, so there was no in-person celebrating, but we did manage to cross paths and chat in IM, just like we used to when this whole thing started.  I've been in love before, a number of times for real for true, but never like this. We spend the greater part of most of our days together - with two freelancers in the same house, it's just how it works out. You'd think that when he goes on a trip, I'd welcome the breathing room (and the quiet). That's true for maybe for a day or two, but after that, I am simply lost at sea. Completely useless. Hanging by a ...

It seems I'm not really writing posts anymore. I'll be contemplating what to do with this space going forward. You can still find me at Twitter and elsewhere.

Enjoy a little Frank O'Hara this morning: Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies! get them out of the house so they won't know what you're up to The full poem can be read at frankohara.org

I need a new Sunday. Sundays should have a pleasurable routine, a few simple, comforting delights to bring the week to a close. For much of my life, Sundays were church. When I was young, it was off to church in the morning, back home for a big dinner at lunch and then a simple supper. Lots of little favorite things in there: afternoons driving in the country, cinnamon rolls, goofing at church with my friends and that apple pie pancake thing for supper. In college, Sundays were either hangover days or omg-must-finish-this-project days. Best skipped over, I think. There were more recent church Sundays. I sang in the choir, I brought the kids. I don't really remember a lot about those days. ...

The boys are in bed, probably not asleep. Keith is playing Oblivion and I'm sitting on the couch, unable to face another minute of year-end accounting. There is a little constellation of potential jobs circling around me right now (and a couple which have escaped orbit to pursue other trajectories), but none seem quite ready to make their way onto my to-do list. Which is okay with me right now. A little business-like star-gazing is good for one now and then. Cans of spray paint are somewhere in Illinois, making their way to me. They're transparent colors and I'm very excited about trying them out for some new paintings. I'm cutting some new stencils in anticipation. Got me a Mega Millions ticket tonight ...

Hey, you. Yes, you. You know who you are - I smile at you a little more than anyone else, talk a little more quickly, stare just a little bit longer. Be my valentine, won't you?

From my horoscope this morning: With a limited number of options, you may feel trapped by your own familiar patterns today. Part of the problem is that you may have sacrificed independence for security. Part of the solution comes from being able to talk about it. Even if nothing dramatic changes right away, you'll still feel better once your frustration is out in the open. (Coming back from a few days in Chicago has been rough on my psyche.)

It started innocently enough - Keith imported one of his contact lists into Facebook and got a bunch of new friends. 'Oh, look who just friended me back,' Keith said to me, innocently enough. Him? No way, not him. You've got to be kidding. Scramble scramble scramble to block him from seeing my profile, only to find - to my relief and delight - that he had already blocked me. I still don't understand everything that happened during the last implosion we had, not in the least, in fact, I'm not sure I understand anything at all about it, but I do know that a proactive arm's length still feels necessary. It's dumb of me, really, trying to block my profile - ...

I'm still sick. Sinus congestion now, still with a cough. It's gone on long enough that I suppose I ought to go back to the doctor. Running the humidifier (in August! in Michigan!) last night helped, though. Camping was a disaster. It really does deserve a post of its own, but suffice it to say: we came, we were eaten by bugs, we went home. School starts in two weeks. The boys seem unfazed; I, on the other hand, am starting to get excited. We won't find out teachers til next week. I have a ton of fun projects to work on and I'm really kind of excited about them. Also looking at doing a design for a contest (which I have mixed ...