Where is the hotel?

don't go waving your pretentious love

i've been thinking a lot about this IM conversation i had the other day. it's a bizzare thing being close to someone. and then all of a sudden they are gone. just sort of vanished. maybe you think about them maybe you don't. but it doesn't change the fact that they were THERE. there for some thing, at least. probably at least one thing major. and once they are gone, maybe you want to talk but you really don't. have you ever had that feeling? or they are the first person you think about telling something to and then you remember that you can't. or even better yet, don't want to. and that makes you feel good. which is weird too, cause there once was a time when you told them everything. but maybe that was the problem to begin with....maybe they knew too much.

then there's those constants. if there is one perk to my job it's that i have them all around the world. literally. the pals you know you can always text at the last minute and say "hey! i am in town and i should have told you earlier but i thought i might flake. now i know i really want to hang out with you." and they drop their plans and meet you. the best kinds.

resurrected

yes.
weepil, from spears! thanks.

things that saved my weekend. some pictured, some not:

hopper rescues me from another shit meal in chicago. pictured here checking out the go! team. i need to get over my fear of photographing people.

and! she bought me a book, a john mcphee reader about alaska and shipping and many other topics. AND she knows about other authors i would like. AND she introduces me to her friend Miles JR (sorry bro. sorry) that is listening to the baseball game.

cleveland wins in 11 innings.

sunday in seattle. clear skies. mountains rising past the plane windows on our approach.
happy to be back on the west coast after one day away.

blackberry messenger

kime walking around her apartment

bat for lashes in seattle!
meeting and hanging with abi and lizzy from bat for lashes and sam from the go! team and realizing that i know about 10 people that they know from brighton.

2 bourbons and 1 beer.

first time ever that a sunday has ruled?
possibly.

oh yeah. someone told me i am not funny today. i don't think this is true. but i thought i would bring back an old feature from the early days of this blog. vote as often as you like and don't worry, it's anonymous so be honest.

oh yeah! unrest, "make out club" best song ever?

everyday it's something new

i've been in chicago less than 24 hours. yet i've already discovered two things i can do without. and these things are not exclusive to chicago so don't take it personally if you live here.

one. werid, friday's style restaurants. you know... things like, chili's, friday's, rock bottom brewery, applebees, bennigans, and now this new one i ate at last night. the Weber Grill. get it? it's owned by the company that makes grills it's not enough that they make a fine bbq. now they have to venture into the word of giant baskets of bread, "cheddar cheese butter". and a little sachet of "dry bbq rub" you get with your check. they've also placed a giant grill on the corner of their massive (and packed) restaurant. i mean. the food was not good. why did i go there? cause i was stuck in downtwon chicago, tired from a flight, depressed from a lost baseball game and ready to drive myself over the edge of despair. that's why. plus the band, whom i wasn't ready to meet yet, were at the only other option withing one block and just as terrible, rock bottom brewery. would i have been better off at mcdonalds 2 blocks away? i think so. they have a huge gelato selection at that one.

two. weird, giant, scratchy, thick bedspreads in hotels of a certain price level. obviously we are talking about places such as: best western, days inn, comfort inn, etc. but that's where i am staying these days. who uses these things? besides the fact that they are body fluid collectors they are: ugly, and unruly. and most definitely not soft and comfy. so i ball them up and put them in various out of the way places in my room. here, that's on top of the tv. fuck these things.

time to go to work. it's like the first day of school when you move to a school in the middle of the year. i'm the new kid.

i am just so happy

last post of the day. but i just couldn't help it. and since i feel so relieved and happy that i didn't lose my friend on the operating table (i've watched enough grey's anatomy to know the risks) i am posting this photo of a polar bear knut (liz just clued me into that one) giving a high five. i found this when i google image searched "cute tumor".

i realize that this is the sappiest series of posts ever and promise i will have some vitriol in a couple days once this tour starts. but let's give a high five for life/survival/more good times!

success

at last! at last! the tumor is out. kime buzzelli survived her surgery and will eat a hamburger soon.

pre op

it's six hours to go until kime's operation.  i've been hectic getting ready for my tour on friday and she's been crazy getting ready to be laid up for a couple weeks.  all there was time for was a quick coconut from the possibly homeless vendor on glendale and alvarado.   sorry, kime. 

you know what else is at that corner, well just past it????  the skanky strip club billboard.  kime snapped this as we were driving by.  it's really not good enough. so we vowed to walk down there and get a proper photo when i get home at the beginning of november.  it'll be part of her rehab. 



get well sooooooooon.  i love you. 

what a waster

columbus day. what is it good for? absolutely nothing.

laying on my bed. watching the baseball game on my computer. fielding arrogant text messages from people that just moved to nyc less than three years ago and are already yankee fans?

whatever. give me a break.

vid link from can't stop the bleeding

steppin' out

i actually went out last night.

xylor jane art opening.

fatty's in eagle rock. probably the best meal i have had in LA. for real. new salt. veggie sloppy joe. squash soup. chocolate cake. chocolate fondue. ginger beer. great people.

and my new shoes.

lurking secrets

look at all these medical files. so many secrets and private things organized onto one wall in an office in beverly hills.

step one in my portait tonight, headshot. i sat for three hours for this and found out that i love it. it's a challenge to sit as still as possible. and almost as relaxing as a whole yoga class. i could have gone another three hours.
this is basically practice for her....so she can get to "know" my face. it's funny once you realize that every time the artist is looking at you she isn't really. i mean i would notice ingrid looking at me but you could tell that she wasn't looking at my eyes. not looking at me the way most people look at each other...studying rather. i am into this whole process and how deliberate it is. it's a real process ingrid has and i am finding i like the sincerity. not that other artists i know or like aren't purposeful or intent. it's just that this is realism. she draws what she sees and makes it look real and i like that. i imagine it's a challenge having to create what is in front of you and not what you see in your head. everyone knows if you don't succeed.

i can't wait for the next session.

and then late night, post (smog) dinner at the brite spot.

i didn't get a photo of what i had... but it may as well have been this.

put me in an institution tell me that's the only solution

day 20 at home. going crazy. i don't know what to do. i've spent the last 3 hours watching a greys anatomy and sorting my t-shirts into piles. one: t-shirts i love and wear. two: t-shirts i love and can't wear because they are too small. three: t-shirts i should probably just sell on ebay cause i don't care about them but i fear i am becoming a horder, thus i won't.

i watched "my bodyguard" last night with buzzelli and some others. what a film.

look what showed up in the mail today! i made these. i designed them on the internet and they showed up three weeks later. don't be jealous.

new, to me, pal Ingrid just asked me to sit (or rather stand) for a painting she wants to do of me. i'll be standing in my signature feet crossed pose. an instant classic, no doubt.