the child’s bath, mary cassatt. and one more blue last night i dreampt of a turtle and owen wilson. also fruit and a forest. nina was in it too. must’ve been in claremont. california, home. cement. gingko trees. palm trees too. california. persimmons. manchego cheese. hazy hills. smoke it. johnson’s pasture. long, long, drive. traffic lights. indian hill. kspc radio station. cable airport. beth’s white sheets. tipp toes. mary town. freshly baked bread. grains, 9 grains. some crust. rasberry pinwheel. so excited for album release
Archive for October, 2011
at the end of the day i love being flat chested. that way i can put a mask on the back of my head and they cant tell which side is front-psych!October 27, 2011
the stars were aligned on tuesday in an insane, insane way. a fate day. i breakfasted the most delicious wheaty grainy bread from vermont with some delicious berry home-made jame from vermont too. it was sunny. the gouda tomato sandwich i made exceeded all expectations. i ran into the jordan i had a deep crush on two years ago and hadn’t seen him since, and who will probably read this. i found so much change throughout the day on the ground. i met the singer of we are scientists on the street, and that was my favorite band as a high school freshman. all these pasts meeting the present. and then i had some great soup for dinner at b&h and touched a boy’s cheek!
just pics of my mom back then when they rebelled about franco and just were. so on saturday night i got stuck on the L train for 50 minutes because someone threw themselves infront of it. i only had to go one stop, off at bedford. because the emergency brake had to be implemented, we were down there for a long while. and it made community. people started passing around their bottles of gin, some girl started singing, it was actually really good. i met this marc jacobs denim designer and a band with a cute blond boy and eric a half puerto rican half italian aspiring hip hop artist. so even though we all hate the damn L and i didn’t get to the party in williamsburg until 12.45, it was alright. friends friends!annabelle’s poem:
i’ve caught you with your
-almond sticky, walnut sweet-
hands in the bread dough.
i don’t know what it’s like but i hope i can help you be strong enough to smile degas for jenny.manet for jenny.modigliani for jenny. jenny asked “who’s the person who changed everything?” at first i though oh roald dahl. but actually the person who changed everything for me was this 23 year old ditzy brunette waitress working the evening shift a cold december night at a bistro in oxford. when my dad asked what dessert she would recommend, she absent mindedly read the first one on the menu. the waitress was distracted because her boyfriend had cheated on her the night before, she was so worried about it. anyways, so she read out the first on the list “uh, the chocolate souffle”. easily convinced, my mom and dad decided to share it. little did the naive waitress know, this dessert was full of chocolaty aphrodisiac powers, which resulted in passionate and impulsive sex following dinner once my mom and dad got home that night. and that sperm and that egg became me.
and if they had ordered the apple crumble or the poached pear instead or if henry hadn’t gotten so drunk and slept with veronica and thus cheated on brunette waitress, my parents wouldn’t have arrived at home with such desperate feelings of doing it.
it would’ve been some other sperm and egg another day that would become me. and everything would be so, so different.
so it’s the waitress. or wait, maybe henry or that promiscuous veronica.
that’s what i learned last night at the calle 13 concert. sadye and i were two of the only non ‘latinamericans’. i quote that because maybe the latin american experience is an imaginary construct. ok i might be going too sociologist there but besides the point, this concert made me question my identity and think about brotherhood in a way i never have in my life.
what really provoked all this was a comment this guy made next to me while i was dancing. i didn’t think about it at the time, but have spent all day today reflecting on it. he asked me “what was” i. he was mexican. not knowing which was a worse answer ‘american’ or ‘spanish’ (not only do i not like the anxiety that categorization instills, but i don’t think loyalty to one place means betrayal for another. i’m not defined/limited solely by my nationality), i said ‘espanola’. he looked at me with a condescending scowl. belittling.
i don’t represent imperialism and colonization!
what does this mean. who is ENTITLED to sing along to calle 13? what does it even mean to be more entitled than someone else. what right does he, or anyone, have to deny someone the joy, or the solidarity or pursuit to further understand the struggle of the working class or el pueblo. calle’s message isn’t only pertinent to latin americans, i think their claim is that we are thinking beings and we should use our voices and thoughts, question authority. this is what i live by too. i live by el pueblo too.
it was by far one of the best concerts i’ve ever been to. their music is charged with so much sociopolitical angst as well as humor and sarcasm and playfulness; extremely talented and animated artists. and i had wonderful and boisterous puerto rican women dancing with me the whole night. not to mention residente was gorgeous and more passionate then any musician i’ve ever seen. in between songs he gave small speeches..almost like preaching and sermons on respect for women, latin american unity, furthering education, tolerance for all sexual orientations, etc. remarkable.also on saturday night i worked the nyc food film fest with jenny. we served grapefruit maple daiquiris to the VIP and there were go go dancers in octopus costumes. i was brave and tried the pig’s head pate. culinary discoveries, gotta be open minded!let’s not divide us VS them.
vermont was so amazing. new england: fresh honey crisp apples in an orchard, red red orange trees make golden glow mountains, lake champlain, cider donuts, slobbery puppies, naps on blankets out in all this green, beer with maple and beer with blackberries, pumpkin butter. sitting on a trampoline at midnight with the mist hovering.(egon schiele time) i just cant wrap my head around the colors of those trees. SO VIVID so orange and autumn. i’d never seen anything like it in my lifeand anjelica huston is such a badass
was a success. thanks to the chocolate chip cookies, pumpkin spice marshmallows, and the unexpected ju jitzu team and brazilians that arrived. lovely people, lovely people.(beth). the charm to that video is found merely in the laughter of young men, the guitar picking, and flecks of hair and particles floating like fairies in the sunshine! beth town’s photo