[ < 3 ]

Things that happened since last we spoke:


We've hired a guy named Valentín to help us out at the shop for Valentine's Day. He's ace.

Bought a dozen homemade tamales (chile-cheese) from a really nice-looking guy outside of Von's one night. He just looked so. . . quietly optimistic– earnest, even, with the one little blue-and-white cooler at his feet. The tamales were wrapped in foil within a greasy plastic bag; they were still quite hot. And, of course, i haven't had one yet.

Had some laffs working through a Rotten Tomatoes list of wonderfully atrocious films.

Saw The Residents perform (and how) live at a theater. Certainly a night i will never forget. i blame it on the Wolf Moon.


. . .Been kinda numb this week. Distant. Not there. Staring at walls and the like. Not really very like me, to be perfectly honest. Wish there was a way i could crack open the old noggin, blow the cobwebs away, and holler Helooooooooo! [because in there, sounds would echo] Everything alright in there, then?

But i bet nobody would answer. i think they've all left the building.

In other news, Frances Bean (Cobain) is singing on a track with the Dresden Dolls side project Evelyn Evelyn. Is it strange that this makes me tear up a little? i almost can't bear to check it out, for fear of what i might (or mightn't) see.

Love y'all. Hope you're all busy checking things out from different perspectives: lying on the floor and checking out the legs of your coffee table, standing on the kitchen counter to ogle the top of the fridge, whatever. Keep your eyes everywhere. You never know what you might miss.