When a Secret Show comes along, finally you learn that hipsters really can come out on time, and all those times you sat through opening acts making excuses for the scant crowd, those excuses were more or less unjustified. When there is a Secret Show, people are on the money, on the dot, and even early, depending. Which is why at 8:30 on ( Read more... )

    After the several hours this morning I spent entering in craft books, I have come to the conclusion that the world of do-it-yourself home decor is largely populated by philistines, but not even good sorts of deliberately oblivious philistines who eschew fripperies in favor of a stick and several stones perched around a board...instead the kind ( Read more... )

I talked to my mother on the phone a bit this morning, and she told me to meet her down in Clackamas at about twoish, and that Dad would take us to Chevy's after he got off work. Added to the statement, an afterthought tagged on the end, was "... and he says to wear something nice." Thanks, Dad. Way to prey on my insecurities, and way to show me ( Read more... )

    The odd thing I find ( Read more... )

1.) I held a baby today. For the first time since I've met him, I felt comfortable with this warm flour sack bobbling on my knee. Their skin is soft, just like you'd think. And their heads (their smushy little lightly furred domes) have that funny salt scent to them. Later, two little boys curled around at my feet, wide-eyed kids staring at a ball ( Read more... )

I clean and type, clean and type, take a long walk, ball up on the bed and cry, clean and type. My friends all nod and smile ( Read more... )