the queen mother

EVERYONE CAN CALM DOWN!
lisa is alive and well.
no worries.
ok?
word.

just beginnings

these are just the first couple of layers, so...
don't judge them.
they ain't done.
mom:

ruth:


so, i'll put up some updates of these when they happen.

binding time?

i haven't been much for "art" this summer. so much for all the plans and promises i made to myself. but, you know, i feel that it is a good thing to step away from. each art teacher i have had has made a big deal out of taking a step back.
(in order to approach with "new eyes") and no matter how much i step back, i can't step far enough,
because it is the way i think... anyway. here is a little something something.






taking out the filling, chopping it down, adding some new open pages.

yeah, i did it once. it was ok.

so, i've done it more than once... but you know, i honestly feel, this is going to be the last time.
or at least... the last time for a long long time. i can remember when i would get those haircuts, you know...
those straight hair haircuts... the one that are for people with straight hair, yeah, i expected that my hair could conform to the haircut. it never did, and i wasn't happy about it. so, i got to the point where i gave up. i tied up/back my hair every moment of every day. and so it was and so it stayed for years. years. and thus happened years of self-conscious, insecure
me. well. i don't want to get into it, but lets just say, that after years of baby steps, and just some regular growing up i have finally learned to love my hair - oh, and myself. i am at a point where i can say thank god i never turned into one of those girls who waste hours of their life ironing their hair straight. (not to mention electricity.) anyway, here is to proving it happened, for possibly, the last time.

instead... i waste minutes writing this kinda crap. (something i hoped i'd never do, but at least it is off my chest.. or.. head..?)
anyway, on another note, on Arch street, between 2nd and 3rd is this mural/mosaic thingie that has been there for years on top of years. i love it. i hope it never gets changed/added to. ever.

and with that said, i am going to go back to munching the asparagus that is so so good on the table.
(who ever is thinking about pee right now... i knew you would be...)

of another

my mom and dad got home from Venice today.

they got to see a lot of art. some of which looked so amazing.

and i realized today that i leave for rome in about six weeks.
ask me if i am anxious yet.
go' head. ask me.
Kelsey from work informed me today that on philly's
craigslist people post about our cafe. the newest one reads:
"hey baby, baby {that is the title}
yo mista bossman,
u gots the sexiest staff i have ever seen! now i be drinking two coffees a day!!"

flattering, no?
in other work news,


i'll admit it. Rat-a-too-ee made me feel that this mouse may have hidden talents...
we (kelsey and i) tossed the mouse outside only to watch it immediately jump into a hole that leads right back in.
*shrug* we tried.

"Consequence of Sounds"

it is 9 something in the morning and i have been up since 8 something.
i made a big mug of mocha that i am nursing as it slowly makes an attempt at
opening my eyes all the way (something that probably won't happen until
i get to work and have another cup of coffee or two.)
I am listening to regina spektor because npr can really suck on the weekend.
although... npr in the morning is really depressing (you know, british news hour and all.)
i usually switch to my own music unless i have managed to miss all the " (insert number) people died in (insert city,
usually a city in Iraq) this morning when a ..." you get the point...
it just isn't the greatest note to start the day on. But... that is the same reason i put down the newspaper
this morning... the local section is splattered with numbers. this morning, it was a 15 and a 12 year old
that made the main headlines, and 3 others that were killed "in rash of shootings"

on a lighter note...
last night was nice. Yuri, Len, Harrison, G and i had fresh fruit smoothies and dinner and music
and words together. beautiful people i know, just beautiful.
len took off (as he does at times) and yuri cycled into the night (or rather, early morning) and
g and h are still here. sleeping on various surfaces.



i want to be sleeping on various surfaces.
today is the clark park flea market. always a good time.
i don't think i am going to make it, but the last thing i need to be doing right
now is spending money and acquiring more things.

well, it is getting to be that time, 9:30 something,
gianna just muttered and grunted her way past me on her way to the
bathroom,
and the sun is beautifully breaking across the backyard like it does most summer mornings
around this time.

but um...

so, i was going to try to avoid the whole blogging epidemic
just out of sheer principle. but after some time of enjoying
the blogs of so many others, and being that i will be leaving
for Rome in the fall, i figured this might not be such a bad thing
to get into.
(also, i wasn't sure what my "sheer principles" actually were...)