Tuesday, March 24, 2015

work in progress

Where do I begin? Really, specifically. The first memory I think I have is riding a trike in a Fourth of July parade. I was 3. Thing is, that image in my memory is also a faded photograph in a book labeled 1976 in my parents basement. Pigtails ablaze with some type of fusilli-shaped-red-knit "flair" dangling in the wind...all punctuated with a shit-eating-grin across my pure la-dee-da face.

The lost memories, milestones, excursions, shenanigans...where do they go? A shoebox full of grade school notes? Fresh out of college journal entries typed into a relic of an Apple computer (or was it a Mac?), later preserved via hard disk, to CD, to zip drive, to an external hard drive, to some"cloud." Twenty years of a thinking, feeling, basic limbic system "stuff"...donde esta? In the end, when one loses their mind...how do they retrace their steps?

Thursday, January 22, 2015

coffee anyone?

Age 41. Made my first cup of coffee today. Goggled the french press thing yesterday. Watched a video. The coffee looked like standing water on a muddy fire trail. After spraying my toaster, blender, Sodastream, subway tile, iPad, and "Pork...The Noun Not The Verb" artwork with almond milk I realized you are supposed to froth the milk before you add it to the latte. Kate, the neighbor, was kind enough to bring something called a drip something over this morning. It was much better than the french thing—easier clean up, as well. The thing is, I don't care so much for coffee. For me, it's all about foam. Foam foam foam. Te quiero foam so much sometimes I just sprinkle it with sugar, spoon it off a restaurant latte and call it a day. I've even been known to make-out with the inside of coffee lids obliterating every last beautiful bubble with my tongue-y tongue tongue. That's a good day...foam so thick it resembles a dreamy white mini-Matterhorn summit atop a latte, foam so thick some could easily mistake it for a porcelain doll's naked bum "ass up" bobbing for apples in your cup. Happiness is where the foam and the buffalo roam, and the skies are not cloudy all day.

Sunday, September 19, 2010