Wednesday, February 16, 2011

This Anna is not THIS Anna

Or, in other words, this is not me.
...But I kind of wish it were?

Three cheers for Anna Wintour on a soup can!
Is reading fashion news a daily guilty pleasure of mine? Perhaps.
[Refinery 29 article here] 

love, this anna

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


I haven't done much
stick a third of a roll of Valentines bubble tape in my mouth
and stand in the shower,
blowing giant bubbles,
while trying to come up with a creative cover of a Fleetwood Mac song.

With no water running
(I forgot to turn it on).

But on other days  I've done lots of things.

You BET that's me on the accordion!

  •  Last week when we formed a little band in our living room [guitar: mika violin: brookie  banjo: b-ricks keyboard/beats: kato and nan (yours truly)]  .   

  •  And then we tried some fleet foxes and simon & garfunkle and sufjan on for size, and peppered them with some mournful fairy harmonies.
  •  And then we called ourselves Children of the American Revolution and played a little opener on Friday:

 love, sleep deprivation, and tambourine bruises,


I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

Billy Collins

that's all, folks


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