blueberry hillsides

On Blueberry hillsides the light runs quickly to stand by your side.
-Hello Evening

just now.

I just had the strangest dream in a nap I didn't mean to take. You were there but you didn't look the same and you didn't recognize me, and that made me realize it was a dream, which made me wake up.

fake.

 She was faking it. Thought everyone could see it too. She was convinced the surly starbucks barista knew her secret, but she kept going anyway. Kept wearing it just to wear it out, thought that maybe if enough time trickled by it would absorb into her complexion and she would no longer have to think about it and it could be a part of her demeanor rather than this unnecessary attachment. On the good days she hung it out the window to dry while curling her hair, but on the bad days it clung to the insides of her ribcage for dear life or dear death depending on the tune she sung that day.

presumed lost.

Some presumed lost photographs from the half frame taken in the first weeks of January in LA.

left right now.

She drives with wrists and it makes me nervous, all lackadaisical like we aren't really moving like we aren't really going anywhere. She plays hip hop at a volume that you can't quite hear but could never ignore and talks over all of it about something that happened last week. Sometimes I can't remember why I am here, when I fell in love with her, and why I stay. Sometimes it's clear but sometimes like this time, it has been so long, that I can't quite see my way back from where I came from, where we came from. So I am just here with her and she is here with me but we aren't really here together. It's a Tuesday morning and she loves to get tea from a coffee shop in Laguna Beach because neither of us work until late in the afternoon, so we go for the drive like some little religious ritual of our life together. My window is down drowning out all the mush of sounds and letting the ocean air come through and whip her hair into her face, but she doesn't notice the way it tangles and hugs to her thin neck. She takes off her sunglasses for a moment and looks in the rear view mirror. She has dark circles under her eyes again and I wonder but don't ask what, or who, has been been keeping her up all week. She is chewing on her lower lip and I sink further into my seat of her 97' Carola. All this way for tea. It seems so fucking stupid today. How can it be that what was once the brightest part of my week could this week be such a death trap. She swerves a bit because she drifted into the oncoming traffic and I think for a brief second we may go straight off PCH and into the Pacific below, and then my next thought is, "this isn't so bad." She starts laughing madly and I try to see the girl I fell in love with, but she seems to have evaporated into the sea salt and I hardly recognize the girl next to me. I decide to watch the sea pass instead.

Good over Evil

Enjoying my morning coffee and already counting the ways in which March has far surpassed February in it's mere 30 some hours of existence this year. A facebook gander led to link clicking led me to this gem. I agree with my friend David who said "I can't believe that A) this exists B) I didn't know about this sooner C) I haven't planned my entire life around attending this event" I second that David and if you want to go next year I am all in. I think the spirit of this celebration is something we could all emulate, and even though I wasn't there I am in love with all the colors and the smiling faces. I think this proves once more that March is the month to be in love with right now. Found on www.boston.com this is an excerpt on the festival and some wonderful photographs taken there. Find some joy today and spread some color into your life. xoxo

Last Monday (March 1st), people in India and other countries with large Hindu populations celebrated Holi, the Festival of Colors. A welcoming of Spring, Holi is celebrated as the triumph of good over evil. Hindu devotees and others enthusiastically drop their inhibitions, and chase each other in temples and through the streets, playfully splashing colorful paint, powder and water on each other. People also attend bonfires to commemorate the story of Prahlada, a Hindu figure and devout follower of Lord Vishnu who prevailed over his father and the demoness Holika with the power of his devotion. Collected here are a handful of images from this year's Festival of Colors. 

try again

Well, February was a total fucking wash. I could just pass on the whole entire month. They should break it up and attach the extra days to the end of other awesome months, like August. August should be forty days long and so forth. There were a few highlights to February, like my new baby Martin guitar, and groundhogs day was great because I reinstated my application for the education credential program and thus igniting a whole new phase of my life, and we moved from being ruled by the moon in to the sun. So I guess we learned a few new things and gained a few new things, I'll give February a point or two for those, but all in all it felt like a sad fly over state. So here we are in March and rather then tying my boots together and hanging them on the wall, I think I will tie them up tighter and try all over again. I may be starting what feels like two steps behind trying to shake off the shackles of February, but try I will. This month will be dedicated to the pursuit of perfection because bikini season is knocking at my door. It will also be dedicated to new people, and new friends, and trying to new things. March will be a month of newness. So we will try and try to make March count for something more than another month passed, more than another flip of the calendar. To March, and to You, and to Me...
 let this put you in a good mood to start the month