Tuesday, January 31, 2012

yesterday in South Tucson

Amanda bought an old-school glass coke from a roadside shrimp taqueria.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Saturday, January 28, 2012


(In two and a half months. Just got my tickets.)

Friday, January 27, 2012

Thursday, January 26, 2012

oh, you know -

- just your average Thursday morning, poking around for cactus fruits ("tunas") at the 17th Street Market.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

artist of my eye: HENRI CARTIER-BRESSON

P.S. I can hear Joe (my Norway photo-friend) balking if I didn't include this one:

live now

For those who can't see it on c-span, here's the PDF of Gabby's resignation letter.

Monday, January 23, 2012

some nice looking gourds

In other news, I drove around Tucson for 4.5 hours today GPS-ing taco truck locations.

Sunday, January 22, 2012



Specifically, his last composition - Requiem in D minor, K 626.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

this morning in Cascabel


Gearing up for farm visit #2 (of THA-REE!) this week. This time to visit a pair of (FRIENDS!) rural producers just outside of Cascabel, AZ. Golly, I cannot wait.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Saturday, January 14, 2012

partAAAy in the park!

P.S. This is Josie. She's a healer. And HILARIOUS.

maine rewind

missing these goofs

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

with thanks to Joey, an old friend, who shared this passage:

"Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me."

-Bertrand Russell

39 degree sunrise jog

As I trotted up the driveway to my house, I saw a pack of coyotes peeking at me from behind a few prickly pears.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Friday, January 6, 2012


alternative title:
my cousins kick some major tush
(and are my superheroes to the max)

sunrise friday with gina

Thursday, January 5, 2012

lazy afternoon in the grass and shooting hoops


Despite the fact that I'm running on fumes (perpetuated by a caffeinated haze) and my arms are overcooked noodles or globby jello (thanks to Gina, who made a workout class two hours before sunrise sound like a good idea) -- it's warm outside, the house smells wonderful and my cousin is here. In a few, we're heading out to the basketball courts (for him) and pool (for me) and tonight we'll sit around and gab and eat cheesecake (him) and homemade tootsie rolls (me).

The house feels so full with an extra toothbrush on the counter and even more computer cords in the kitchen. Mille has glued herself to his side; every time he moves I hear her nails pitter-patter up and down the tile floor.


Tuesday, January 3, 2012

punk rock: beer can earrings

In a dog-influenced weak moment, I bought these earrings from a do-it-yourself artist in the neighborhood who likes retrofitting beer cans into metal flowers and jewelry.