southern california

EMAIL / BIO / MOOD

"The apparent ease of California life is an illusion, and those who believe the illusion real live here in only the most temporary way. I know as well as the next person that there is considerable transcendent value in a river running wild and undimmed, a river running free over granite, but I have also lived beneath such a river when it was running in flood, and gone without showers when it was running dry." - Joan Didion, from Holy Water

"The apparent ease of California life is an illusion, and those who believe the illusion real live here in only the most temporary way. I know as well as the next person that there is considerable transcendent value in a river running wild and undimmed, a river running free over granite, but I have also lived beneath such a river when it was running in flood, and gone without showers when it was running dry." - Joan Didion, from Holy Water

A story I like told in a poorly constructed sentence

Jack Kerouac (yawn) took a girl on a first date wherein she proceeded to eat seven hot dogs to which he said in retrospect he fell completely and immediately in love. 

How to Turn it Around: Museum Speak

Q: Why isn’t there an informational brochure?!

A: We have complete faith in your ability to put the narrative together in your own specific way.

Q: Completely unanswerable and indefinable question?

A: Let me look into that for you and take too long doing it so that you lose interest. 

frank o’hara

frank o’hara

things i say often at work: “didactic material”, “flagship location”, “closed for renovation”

how are you feeling in ancient september / i feel like a truck on a wet highway - frank o’hara
now how do you feel in the fall? 

it feels like the sun is going down forever, we’re stepping into daylight savings. panic at dark, not enough sun in my eyes anymore. my skin fading.

it feels like that bend in the road at hume lake, when all our friends left for the summer and now there are only 100 of us, tucked into the mountain in our cabins now. the asphalt glowing gold in wet sunlight now. my boyfriend going back to school in los angeles and waiting for his letters.

the way the field felt in first grade at 4 o clock, lonely, wondering where mom was 
waiting for a glimpse of her gold volvo. light glinting of the body as she turned into campus, one sharp wink.

it feels like the way i feel when i watch ballet, wistful. teary for everything, one constant sigh, one huge sigh. my whole body, a sigh. 

how are you feeling in ancient september / i feel like a truck on a wet highway - frank o’hara

now how do you feel in the fall? 
it feels like the sun is going down forever, we’re stepping into daylight savings. panic at dark, not enough sun in my eyes anymore. my skin fading.
it feels like that bend in the road at hume lake, when all our friends left for the summer and now there are only 100 of us, tucked into the mountain in our cabins now. the asphalt glowing gold in wet sunlight now. my boyfriend going back to school in los angeles and waiting for his letters.
the way the field felt in first grade at 4 o clock, lonely, wondering where mom was 
waiting for a glimpse of her gold volvo. light glinting of the body as she turned into campus, one sharp wink.
it feels like the way i feel when i watch ballet, wistful. teary for everything, one constant sigh, one huge sigh. my whole body, a sigh.