Pretty eyes, pretty eyes

There was a man on the bus today who had such kindly eyes that I assumed he was crazy.

Fairyland

Yesterday, I received a package from my mother containing a bunch of cards and drawings and old report cards and stuff from when I was young. I was going through it when I came across this song that I wrote when I was 8. I think it's a song, anyway, since I drew musical notes next to it. I hope you like it....

Fairyland

Fairyland! You can make the stars shine in Fairyland! If you try! Fairyland! If you make someone happy you can make the stars shine in Fairyland! Fairyland oh yes Fairyland! You can make the stars shine in Fairyland. Stars and smiles all around in Fairyland! Flowers and candy hearts for you in Fairyland. Love is in Fairyland. Go to Fairyland. They love you!


I wish I had developed my obvious talent. I'd be as rich as Diane Warren!

P.S. Note to Mom: A manila envelope without any additional paddding is probably not the most effective medium for transporting a plaster handprint by mail. Just sayin'.

America Comes to Its Senses

OK, today I'm feeling better! The headline of the local paper says it all: "America Comes to Its Senses."

I shared some champagne with my good friend Amy, who is a new mother to a mixed-race child, while we watched fireworks go off around the neighborhood. She was tearful the entire night, saying: "You have no idea how much this means to my daughter and my family."

I followed much of it on the internet, so I think I may have missed some important televised moments. Anyway, your thoughts, Dear Reader(s)? Post 'em here...

Sidenote: FU, California, for passing Prop. 8!

Max Romeo - Chase the Devil

Well, it's Halloween. My favorite day of the year. But I'm just not feeling it this year. So I'll just post a selection from my fabled Halloween mix collection. I don't know how to post this YouTube stuff (help, Feeb!) so sue me if it doesn't work....

Send in the Clowns

I guess this post is really just a teaser. When I tell people this story, they ask, "So you got pictures with your cell, right?" Alas, I did not...

My sister is moving to Italy very soon, and she came to visit me in Portland over the weekend for one last hurrah. On Saturday night, after a lazy afternoon spent at Voodoo Doughnut and Powell's, we made our way to the local bar (sorry, no link; it's that kind of local). After a few drinks, we decided to head a few doors down to karaoke at the Vietnamese restaurant.

Then THEY started to arrive. Sometimes in pairs, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups of 4, and nearly always on scooters. Clowns. Within an hour, dozens of clowns had taken over the karaoke bar. Some were obscene, others clearly karaoke pros, and others just looking to get wasted, it seemed. But everywhere I looked... Clowns.

At the Tavern

Last week I witnessed my first bar fight in quite awhile. It was at a little place near my friend's house which didn't seem to have a name - the sign simply read "TAVERN" (which, I heard, means that they don't have a liquor license and can only sell beer and wine). We were sitting at the bar cuz all the tables were taken, and next to us a small group of people seemed to be having a nice, civil conversation among themselves.

But suddenly, barstools go flying along with fists and drinks and even eyeglasses. The gigantic bartender quickly hustled the two perpetrators out while they hurled their parting insults. (My favorite: "Fu#king bike messenger!")

After they had gone and things settled down, their friend said to us, "Wanna know what they were fighting about?" Of course I was curious: Was it money... A woman... An intolerable insult to one's mother? "It was art," he said. "They were arguing over who's better: Georgia O'Keeffe or Van Gogh." Fascinating! Especially considering the artists in question. Anyway, so Portland, so hilarious...

On the bus

Ever hear a conversation in Spanglish among teenage girls? Every other word is still "like"!!!