tonight, rich and i watched the debates at our rafter and olivia's house. right before tuning in, livy caught us up on a gruesome turn of event: republican supporters, engrossed in this brainwashing machine of a campaign, have been shouting dangerous inanities toward barack obama. you know what they are, but maybe the republicans don't know, because they haven't addressed them yet.
so i wrote them a little note tonight. it went like this:

To whom this may concern,
i am a registered republican and i have been absolutely appalled by the recent behavior of some of my fellow mccain supporters. chanting 'kill him' or 'terrorist' about barack obama is not constructive, in fact, it is destructive. it's the absolutely classless type of behavior that makes other nations think of us as barbarians. i am ashamed that the party has made no widespread declarations condemning these atrocious statements, and i am sad to say that if nothing is done shortly, and by that i mean in a timely manner, i will be forced to withdraw my support to this campaign. and i am not the only one feeling this way. i will never side with any party standing idly by, while gratuitous violence - even verbal - is being enacted.

i lied. so fucking what?
loved ones, isn't this sad?
try to have a good night though.
ps: i can't believe i actually visited the mccain/palin web site. blurg.

we went to the city twice this week. both times were to die for.
on thursday night, after work, rich and i took the prius flying to the bay to see our good friends anderson congress play with ralph youtz (OMG!!).
on the way down, we listened to barrack obama's speech and i cried the entire time. someone later told me they would never cry listening to a political speech, to which i answered it was anything but a political speech. for fuck's sake. it was also the anniversary of martin luther king's i have a dream speech, and just the sheer thought of that send chills up my spine.
and on top of that, the sunset looked like this:

maybe you or some of the people you love say you don't like politics... sure, i can understand that, it's mostly boring men in costumes talking nonsense. but don't you sometimes think back of the '50s and '60s and say to yourself, "wow, people really changed things, back then." if people hadn't cared back then, can you imagine that richard and i wouldn't be married now... we're not any different today, except we're lazier and nothing brings tears to our eyes anymore.

enough said


the show was mind blowing. no, no. it was better.
first, it was full of good people and old friends who give mad hugs. then richard and ralph started talking (i talked to him too, it pretty much all sounded like "khgkhgsdfvbjnas"). then the show started. maybe you don't know this about your french friend, but one of my favorite songs in the world is dearling darling by the feelings. before singing the song, ralph - who is from the feelings, by the way - said, "this song is by the band richard really likes," then, of course, he went into the most beautiful rendition of the song. ok. do you see how that could be the kind of thing that makes you jump up and down: one of your favorite artists dedicating one of your favorite songs to your favorite person in the world.

that's ralph playing, and that's the men's room of the bar. yes.

lastly, yesterday, we went back to san francisco (i guess we don't get tired of it) to meet with my beautiful french girl maeva, whom i've known for 15 years. we had the loveliest time.

maeva and i at sunset on the golden gate bridge.

voila. for real news, i'll say that i am back to work at my former company. i'm super thankful to have found a job right away. yay for good happenings.
so, i hear the summer is almost over, at least in people's mind. that doesn't mean you can't live it up, loved ones. so go do it!

we just rolled back from san francisco. it's 1:31 am. i have to work tomorrow. i don't even care. i drove and danced all the way back home.
thanks to our good friend, jake sinetos, whom we love so dearly, rich and i just met ralph youtz of feelings and built to spill fame. ralph youtz!
i will/must elaborate on that tomorrow hopefully, plus you're overdue for some news my dearest loved ones.
what a beautiful week this is turning out to be.
so thankful.
wow!
sleep well dearling darlings!

so after a million (amazing) years of being together, richard and i went camping together for the first time. this is what we/it looked like:



we went to dillon's beach. it seemed like everyone and their gigantic trucks wanted to agglutinate in one area, like a colony of metallic mushrooms. but rich and i and set camp away from everyone and incredibly close to the water. in the night, when the tide was high, it felt like we were shrouded in fog and water. it was splendid.

suffer for fashion, the mothership - a salon/ trip back to harlem in the 70s.


fast and bulbous, also a tinned tear drop (captain beefheart) - in front of a cool shop near le canal saint-martin.


made up water nymphs - buttes de chaumont, 10 arr.

what i saw from my window (and what you can't see is the eiffel tower, because the pola doesn't take well to backgrounds), canal saint-martin, 10 arr., and what you see when you look up sometimes, la tour saint-jacques, 4 arr. - day.

my dearest loved ones,
please, please, please, do yourself a favor, if you ever go to paris, be there for the first day of summer! the birds sing a pretty song and there's always music in the air. i've never been more literal, actually. it's the national day of music (yeah, france actually has such a day), and thusly, there are performers at every corner. we danced in the streets in the warm night and it was bliss and marvel rolled into one splendid day.

chronologically:

"europe is not an american colony", place de la republique, 10 arr., and a poor dazed soul, rue du temple, 3 arr. - afternoon.


these feet walked and danced all day, and these girls need a rest (taken by delphine, and in the picture, my marie) montmartre, 18 arr.- night. (fun fact: the picture in my hand is the picture on the left.)


this guy said his name was shady (i believe him, whatever, he was a doll all the same), and people dancing atop of things, montmartre, 18 arr. - late, late.

i'm in the country now. it's peaceful. polas to prove it soon.
love, love, oh! tons of it.

hi loved ones!
the usually agonizing 10-hour flight felt incredibly short, and now i'm in paris, and i'm well. i'm already missing your faces, though.

ready to see some paris? let's go!
06.16.2008 - canal saint-martin, 10 arr.

night/morning

also, i had to renew my metro pass picture. this is was happens when i enter photo-booths. never fails. i didn't even know i could make that face.


miss you, miss you, miss you

13.06.2008 - last night in sacramento


fuck packing and fuck friday.


the name is matt, and dani's shiny shoes - townhouse.


what white people imagine we dress like (ladies and gents, my pal thom-sass), and a darling little monkey, doing monkey business - townhouse


dialogue:
some (white) guy (whispering in my ear): "i understand why you hate white people. i hate them too, and i've been one my whole life."
me: "ok, then... have a good night."

so, darlings, i am leaving today. i am at my in-laws who came to rescue me in sacramento after a really tough morning. but i am feeling incredibly better now. you know, i really had a fun week with you dolls. see you in a month. until then, i hope you enjoy the sweetest summer ever, with fun and more fun, and also some sun.

tons and tons of love.

06.12.2008



home and jessica m. at the javalounge



the round corner with olivia (sarah took this one like a pro!), and then with sarah and our new girl friends (taken by an strangely really happy guy named marty.)


bedroom sky and dive bar sky. you can tell the difference.

i really, really, really need to pack! sarah and livy, and jessica m. and rob(o), thanks for existing.
loved ones, go to the round corner. that's where the party at, and the bartender makes beautiful roses out of napkins. come on.