Tuesday, February 1, 2011

A pinch of courage.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, or famous?...Your playing small does not serve the world..."
- Nelson Mandela

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Quarter-life crisis - COMMENCE!



It seems like a good enough time to take stock - of wrinkles and dreams amongst other things. And finally, to realize after 25 years of convincing myself and everyone else otherwise - I really have NO IDEA what's next. But I'm braver than I thought I'd be, more patient too. I'm as wise as anyone my age has the right to be, and more accepting of the fact that I will forever be a student of life. What more could a person want? (Except, maybe, some bomb-ass wrinkle fighting cream.)

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Yeasayer - Madder Red

I don't even know what to say about this. But I won't deny it brought a tear to my eye.

Friday, August 20, 2010

I can feel it comin' in the air tonight...

...Oh Lord, and I've been waiting for this moment for all my liiiiffeee....
Or maybe the past year or so. Thank you Phil Collins for getting me out of my rut and into the groove tonight.

I fist-pumped in a triumphant glory dance for everyone at the bus stop down below to see. They dug it.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Hairy Hijabs

I've recently moved to Dearborn, specifically East Dearborn, a city known for having the largest concentration of Middle Eastern cultures this side of the Atlantic. I'm finding myself mesmerized by the way the women sashay down the sidewalks in their burqas and hijabs on ninety degree days, a bag of groceries on one hip, a kid on the other. There's something about them that is so mysterious. Feminine. Secretive. Strong. Especially compared to the silly white chicks sitting at the bus stops, flicking cigarette ashes on their short shorts and halter tops.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

I wonder if they remember to take the batteries out of smoke detectors when they abandon a building...

So the beep beep beeping of my drained little smoke detectors (four, count them four) on some subliminal level probably evoked this building sense of urgency. Like a timer ticking.

A lot of my habits were broken in May.


This was not one of them.






Inspired by every knock-kneed drunk bitch in platform stiletto heels.

The new studio space should be set up by the end of the month. Expect some finished works this fall.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Ode to a cranberry tree....

Ever wondered what Emily Haines would look like without hair?

Mystery SOLVED!

Inspired by an interview with Ms. Haines where she talks about sitting at the piano as a very young child and writing music. Her first love song was dedicated to a cranberry tree.