and with every kiss that is given,
a bit of sanity is taken.
dan auerbach- goin' home
i suppose it silly 
to think
flowers could grow from the grave of misery.

time
has lent herself,
too graciously,
to thought.
some of the best advice that i have heard regarding 'men', came from a little old black man that was a patient of mine. he was in his "52nd year of romance with the most beautiful woman". i tend to talk with the old folks about my romantic woes, they have the best insight. 
the gentleman explained to me that men have an innate quality to "construct"; men are brought up to build things- roads, bridges, buildings... 
and his message concluded with, "if he wants to be with you, he will build his way to you. men are resourceful. you don't need to ever track a man down. in fact, do him the favor of not doing so. let him be a man. let him be a constructor. then, he will forever be proud of his greatest accomplishment- you."
too bad i'm not one to follow good advice.
isn't it interesting that love can be so fleeting?
and with that,
i must ask myself,
 
where can the blame be placed?
Across the Universe VIII
we rushed to the train station, in hopes of staying on schedule and making it to Florence over the next day. however, isn't the world oh-so-interesting when the cosmos shift and nothing goes according to schedule??!! it turns out we are in the prime of a 'parisian holiday'; tickets were sold out through the week. thee ONLY tickets left were bound for lyon, a major city in the south of france. we figured we would rather conquer another city and work towards getting to italy, than stay in paris- so we took the tickets.
we weren't incredibly thrilled about our minor detour, but took it all in stride.
when we got off of the train, i was pretty positive that i did not want to be there- we didn't know a thing about this place AND there were no maps at the station. Without a map, we were forced to find the town and a place to sleep using only our wits. 
the "city" seemed vacated- not a single shop or cafe were open, no one drove the streets, and we certainly didn't see anyone walking. apparently the french don't vacation in lyon, and the fact that it was a sunday, in a religious area, sure didn't help. we must've lugged our packs 5 miles before we began seeing signs for the town center. we were very nervous that the city info center would also be closed, but, by the grace of god- it was open! the sweetest girl was working and she was so patient with the language barrier! there were no hostels in the town, but we were directed to a nearby hotel. do i even need to mention how excited i was to have a HOTEL room? space, cleanliness- not to mention access to a television (french t.v. is RAD!).



there isn't a lot to do in lyon, so we found ourselves moving at a more relaxed pace- having picnics, shopping, late night walks . . . 


one night we went to the boat bars- a line of large boats docked on one of the city's rivers with drinking and dancing (AMAZING idea, by the way).
i order a mojito. the bartender picks up on my accent and asks where i am from . i answer, "LA". he asks "but, where in LA?", "oh, you wouldn't have heard of it." "try." "rancho cucamonga." "RANCHO CUCAMONGA? i used to live off rochester!" "bull shit! you spent time in the cuca?" . . . so, a friendship and drunken night ensued. he was sure to take good care of us and insisted on countless who-knows-what-they-were-shots. see- rancho is good for something!

good morning,
my beautiful world.
what do you have planned
for little ol' me, today?
word of the day:

fick·le

[fik-uhl]  
–adjective
1.
likely to change, especially due to caprice, irresolution, or instability; casually changeable: fickle weather.
2.
not constant or loyal in affections: a fickle lover.


Origin:
before 1000; Middle English fikel, Old English ficol  deceitful, akin to fācen  treachery, fician  to deceive, gefic  deception


fick·le·ness, noun
un·fick·le, adjective


1.  unstable, unsteady, variable, capricious, fitful. 2.  inconstant. 1, 2. Fickle, inconstant, capricious, vacillating  describe persons or things that are not firm or steady in affection, behavior, opinion, or loyalty. Fickle  implies an underlying perversity as a cause for the lack of stability: the fickle seasons, disappointing as often as they delight; once lionized, now rejected by a fickle public. Inconstant  suggests an innate disposition to change: an inconstant lover, flitting from affair to affair. Capricious  implies unpredictable changeability arising from sudden whim: a capricious administration constantly and inexplicably changing its signals; a capricious and astounding reversal of position. Vacillating  means changeable due to lack of resolution or firmness: an indecisive, vacillating leader, apparently incapable of a sustained course of action.
the venus illuminato-
children of the earth
beautiful sounds by amazing friends.
"i got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold . . ."
this is my most recent assignment, "geometric abstract".
i am not too sure that my painting meets the criteria, 
but,
nevertheless...
here is an awful photograph of my newest work, 
composed over a very happy week in my life.
i will go ahead and leave the details out,
and hope that it it represents the same
warmth and energy
as i intended.
rays of love
acrylic, palette knife
2011

Amélie Melts

monsters of folk-
the sandman, the brakeman, and me
i will 
surely 
be
my 
very own
demise.
tahquitz canyon,
palm springs, ca.
tegan & sara- 
dancing in the dark (cover)
sweet lord baby,
your lovin' looks
damn fine
on me.