Thursday, May 31, 2012


 05.30.2012

 05.27.2012

05.28.2012

05.22.2012

05.26.2012 waterbury

05.26.2012 sky way

 05.26.2012 The High Line

 05.15.2012

05.15.2012

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05.29.2012  a play and a booklet (drawn by Kurt Vance)

Debris Upon The Forest Floor

Written by Madeline ffitch
Music by Jordan O' Jordan
Designed by Elspeth Vance

"On our lush and intricately constructed world of oak, seaweed, wool, perfume, and plaster of paris, we follow the story of a hockey goaltender who, in 1959, finally got tired of the brutality of his position. He invented the first hockey mask and wore it onto the ice. It would be fourteen years before wearing a hockey mask was anything more than a personal choice. Meanwhile, a mountain lion circles the perimeter, and the sinister third party turns nature into a eulogy. In response, neighbors become friends and seek to regain lost human skill. We ask you to become our allies, to remember a time when we could run as fast as horses, when our powers of memorization were uncanny, and when we could take photographs with our eyes." - taken from http://themissoulaoblongata.com/news.html

So much. So much.    
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05.27.2012 spinning 'till we puke

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Riding my bike to work Tuesday morning I saw a turtle laying her eggs by the side of the trail.

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Bad at Sports (podcast making my work day)

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The Pot of Marjoram was the fairy tale I was trying to remember.  The replacement heart was not juicy it was made of whip cream...... "The bladder burst and the whipped cream sprayed everywhere, including the bridegroom’s mouth."  He tasted her blood and it was sweet and that is where his regret came from.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

04.24.2012  he was in the next building

 04.28.2012 Maryland (nephew)

 04.28.2012 visiting

05.01.2012 untitled (merit)

 05.06.2012 Victory Theatre, Holyoke, MA

 05.06.2012 Victory Theatre, Holyoke, MA

 05.06.2012 Victory Theatre, Holyoke, MA

 05.07.2012 super moon

05.08.2012 concoction


Forgive the paraphrasing:

I have been thinking about this Italian folktale where the two main characters antagonize each other until the man asks the woman's aunt for her hand in marriage as the ultimate ribbing.  On their wedding night she made a life size cake of herself and puts it in the bed with her night gown on.  The cake had a juicy red substitute heart baked inside.  The husband comes in and stabs the cake in the heart thinking it is the woman, then immediately feels remorse.  The woman jumps out from behind the door and says hi love you didn't kill me and now we can live happily ever after.

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Liz Glynn

Lauren Pakradooni


John Wiese


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"the right to be forgotten"

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beluga "group rubbing sessions"

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I lost all my phone numbers in a felt bag full of pickle juice.  If you read this and you want me to have your phone number please email me with it.  Thank you. (this wouldn't happen if I was still on FB, right. ha.)