You spin me round round

Round round I spun you.

Cake Mix:
Part I of my mix at Carly's birthday party

Six, Teen Candles

From the desk of

The only thing I love more than updating my blog is not updating my blog.

Upcoming events worth noting:

Growing up, birthday parties were synonymous with piñatas – piñatas filled with candy, piñatas filled with money & piñatas filled with flour (the adults in my family were funny, real funny). Carly celebrates her birthday the only way I knew growing up:

I’ll be filling Kate Tsang’s shoes behind the laptop & speakers. We will celebrate with NYC in mind and you in our hearts & dancing feet.

And, if you’re not exhausted from the piñata bashing, then good – I‘ll see you the following night for my dear friend Stephanie’s birthday party. For this we migrate from LA to Orange County. A warehouse Halloween celebration, no flyer for this one, little ones, sorry:

I’ve retired my Warhol wig for something more contemporary & timeless.

I'll leave you with a view from behind my desk at work:

Inside my desk, top drawer: Rosebud salve, stress-relieving lotion, dove chocolate squares

long week & weak days

we've got love
and hate, it

is the only way

something you can clutch

if i were to, and you
might as well, be

filled with pebbles & pearls—

there would be a sinking
feeling, rocks inside you
& me, stringing
a long something
for you to
choke with

Living life on a computer keyboard: hit return.

a city two love





some say love
is a place

i was

convinced,

i fled the country
side on the side

streets, trying to find

a city inside you
and the stare-
way in
to heaven

beside you

hear the art hear the art;

broken hearts.




provocative




limp
ankles & wrists
rest in your mind—

a sleep in your eyes
where hands held
a time, less beautiful
now
with the present

in hand

you want to leave me

tongue tied
trying to say
in knot
so many words—

you’ve created a noose
& tightened my lips

isn't the ending, so much as the start (?)

A bit delayed, but this is in honor of the end of an era.

We've all made our own nests in different places. We reluctantly said good bye to the days of Modena, and were once again forced to bid adieu to the days of the W.Ave, which I lovingly named & lived in.

Modena partially reunited as the W.Ave

W.Ave's wall
(I hide behind alcohol, while animal-out-of-their-natural-habitat looks on)

Where to find us: Bangkok, Los Angeles, Seal Beach & overlooking the burgeoning renaissance of City Heights from a private balcony.