One More Salute to Vanity

At this point, I’m starting to suspect that Facebook has...

Sun, 27 May 2012 13:32:00 -0700

At this point, I’m starting to suspect that Facebook has teamed up with Pinterest to test the limits of my aesthetic patience.

If there’s a media conspiracy, at least it’s a social one.

Charcuterie down. Melrose & E Pine.

Thu, 24 May 2012 14:46:20 -0700

Charcuterie down. Melrose & E Pine.

Grain

Wed, 23 May 2012 17:06:22 -0700

I may die in Kansas on a cloudless day—one
of those wholesome weekends
between wheat conventions and gun shows
glazed over with plenty,
I may simply buckle
beneath the gold-flecked eyes of a carhop,
grasp at the little window tray
and never rise again.
The living blue of the sky
will no longer glance off my body,
my lips assume the tinge of Welch’s grape juice,
my food grow cold.
These will bear witness to me:
twenty distracted tee-ball players
in three different makes of minivan.
Mark Cox will be dying. I will want
to utter “ambulance” as a last word on earth,
but it will sound like “ambitious.”
I will want to say “my heart”
but it will sound like “my art.”
I will not want to leave you, love.
Our son, even if grown,
will be inching up the stair rail—shin-deep
in my workboots,
he will be going up
while I am going down
and like a snapping turtle in a $2.00 butterfly net,
I will refuse the new world.
I will not want to leave my shirts emptied
over the backs of chairs,
I will not want to leave my toothbrush
leaning dry against yours,
I will have to be taken from you, love,
carried off by strong men
whose fathers sowed the grain fields around me,
it will take three of them, love,
I will remain so heavy with need for you,
so stubbornly loyal,
and even though I will be no more
than a quickly scrawled number next to the phone,
no more than a last breath not fully exhaled,
I will root myself in this earth of ours.
I will not rise through the air
nor dissolve into ground water,
I will not yearn for release
nor turn my face to the sky.
I will have to be taken on my side, love,
the way we lay together
when I was alive.

- Mark Cox

Happy Crohn’s Disease Awareness Day! It’s okay, I...

Sat, 19 May 2012 16:10:04 -0700

Happy Crohn’s Disease Awareness Day! It’s okay, I know you meant to get me a card.

Welcome to the first installment of Sick Style. I made you a colorboard based on a few of the little friends that keep me going everyday, minus a monthly intravenous infusion that is quite transparent.

I’ll let you know when they come up with an Ankylosing Spondylitis Awareness Day. Until then, I’m taking colorboard requests. Let’s chalk it up to art therapy. Visualize autoimmune disease.

TGIFeelings: A Mix for Friday, May 18th, 2012 The weather...

Fri, 18 May 2012 13:17:00 -0700

TGIFeelings: A Mix for Friday, May 18th, 2012

The weather can’t make up it’s mind. You’re still battling that spring cold. Are you going out tonight? It stays light so late these days, doesn’t it? Ease into Friday with this mix. It pairs well with a white whine spritzer and those eyeliner decals you’ve been too afraid to try. Put down the scissors. Don’t cut your own bangs. That’s better.

Listen here. Recipe below.

White Whine Spritzer

Ingredients

Crushed ice cubes
Hopes and dreams
The best years of your life
That white wine from Trader Joe’s with the smiley face on it
A splash of club soda
Frozen fruit chunks from the back of the freezer

Directions

Place in an unbreakable chalice. Sip slowly while staring into the mirror and listening to The Chain. Garnish with a fringed scarf or silken kaftan. Hit repeat.

"The venn diagram of boys who don’t like smart girls and boys you don’t want to date is a..."

Thu, 17 May 2012 17:37:00 -0700

“The venn diagram of boys who don’t like smart girls and boys you don’t want to date is a circle.”

- John Green

Today in smart advice from smart men for smart young women.

Manic Pixie Nightmare Lady

Mon, 14 May 2012 15:09:00 -0700

George: Do you have the animal heads from West Elm?
Me: My apartment is animal head free, but I'm going to buy one of their expensive stumps.
George: the hippo is so cute, though!
Me: I just feel like there are so many animal heads in this world?
George: You'll give in, they always do.
Me: I don't just want to be another girl with a terrarium, you know? Or just another kid with an owl collection.
George: Owl hairballs. Owl pellets.
Me: I don't want to be the girl with the owls. I want to be the woman with the mouse skeletons from INSIDE their pellets.

Happy Mothers’ Day.

Sun, 13 May 2012 14:38:33 -0700

Happy Mothers’ Day.

I have never had a driver’s license. I have always had...

Fri, 11 May 2012 10:09:00 -0700

I have never had a driver’s license. I have always had two mothers. As opposed to dismissing my utter fear of driving, I like to believe that this attachment to public transit was born out of a deeper history. I began with a bus. Or rather, a fleet of them. My parents drove trolleys. It was a good way to meet girls and they got to wear uniforms while navigating the steep hills of Seattle.

I have a piece up over at The Hairpin just in time for Mother’s Day. Go read. It would make my mothers so happy.

Fine. I’m writing a piece about my lesbian mothers and I...

Wed, 09 May 2012 23:33:00 -0700

Fine. I’m writing a piece about my lesbian mothers and I went to Montessori school and I have no idea how to spell. Okay?

I thought he’d never ask.

Wed, 09 May 2012 18:05:22 -0700

I thought he’d never ask.

My suicide note will read "could no longer talk about what we should do for dinner."

Thu, 03 May 2012 16:03:10 -0700

Me: We need to rectify our meat situation.
Me: That is the dirtiest thing I've typed all day.
Jacob: ...

The Tallest Man On Earth - I Want You (Bob Dylan Cover) For...

Wed, 02 May 2012 18:52:22 -0700

The Tallest Man On Earth - I Want You (Bob Dylan Cover)

For romance.

After walking past broken bank windows, a paint-bombed American...

Tue, 01 May 2012 16:23:00 -0700

After walking past broken bank windows, a paint-bombed American Apparel and police officers in riot gear on my way home this afternoon, this photo seems appropriate.

I shot it last year at Gasworks Park on a much calmer day.

TGIF, am I right, you guys?

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 14:49:35 -0700

TGIF, am I right, you guys?

"But what’s needier than turning your life into one endless Sally Jesse Raphael makeover..."

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 23:50:03 -0700

“But what’s needier than turning your life into one endless Sally Jesse Raphael makeover episode? What’s more helpless than carving yourself out of some dude’s janky old rib? That is the opposite of finding an actual person who might actually love you. So stop it. You are not “too” anything for anyone. Be a person. Hang out with people. Do what you want and you’ll get what you want. Giving up on other people’s expectations isn’t settling—it’s demanding what you fucking deserve.”

- Lindy West, as ever.

Let’s show off our people skills and love each other, boys and girls.

Today I turned 28. Things are pretty much the same as above.

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 17:12:21 -0700

Today I turned 28. Things are pretty much the same as above.

Postcard from Portland. Wish you were here.

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 19:28:33 -0700

Postcard from Portland. Wish you were here.

"True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the..."

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 16:12:43 -0700

“True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.”

- Kurt Vonnegut

Me: Mason jars are so over. Nick: What are the new jars? Me:...

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 19:09:00 -0700

Me: Mason jars are so over.

Nick: What are the new jars?

Me: Cupped hands are the new Mason jars. Back to basics, you know?

Nick: Pour this wine into my palm.