Sitting Pretty Soon as I make a perfect cotton replica of myself. I’ve already sewn the arms and they are stowed in a hatbox. Henry Noah Manly Klinger. Enzo Iguana Alyosha Klinger. Henry – “hen” Noah – “no” Manly – “man” Enzo – “Zo” Iguana – “Iggy” Alyosha – “Allie” Things that need to be …
Christmas was sort of cross-country-crazy this year. In Texas, we had Christmas with the Klinger Cousins, the Johnson Cousins, and Christmas Eve (otherwise known as a ridiculous number of presents) followed by Christmas dinner. Then Paul and I hit the road for more Christmas with the Pendergasts and Jimmy/Misty. “Vacation” is a sprint.
Thanksgiving came and went as simply as it could. Mom and Dad drove to Texas this year because Julie and Gracies were in Disneyworld. A fairly painless affair if I do say so myself!
This is a simple concept. Send a handwritten poem out every day to a list of people and get one in return. I’m checking myself before I wreck myself.
This weekend about a million people decided to go to the Human Light show at the park. The glow-stick puppet show probably wasn’t worth the hour it took to park and the hour it took to get out of the parking lot. But. I did drink a bottle of wine by myself. So there’s that.
Paul’s 30th Birthday was definitely a marathon event consisting of dinner/movie, a craw-fish extravaganza, some “goat time” with the newest member of the Klinger family, a sushi dinner and two-stepping. My newly-lasiked eyes were not-a-little tired after all these festivities.
Last Thursday I finally got lasik surgery. I’ve beening saying I’m going to get it for about 5 years and finally manned up and just did it. I’m still healing and bloodshot, but it’s 20-20 from now on.
A few weekends ago, Paul and I scooted to Austin to see Barbara Henning, a wonderful poet/friend from our Tucson days. Barb now lives in new York again and I miss her. We also heard an Austin poet, Kimberly Alidio, read. And then of course there was the Chinaberry Tree, the centerpiece of the Nguyen/Smith residence, and a popular camping …
Last Sunday I said Eff You to daylight savings time and cruised to Winnie for some flea market scavenging and fried oreos. That’s right people, I said fried oreos. Later on, we visited the chicken coops on the Klinger Kompound.
When there’s a puppy in the Aniden office, there’s no use trying to fight it. Just go with the impulse to take pictures of it beside stuffed animals and office foliage. There are no excuses, no explanations. It was a puppy. It will always be a puppy.
Last weekend Helen and I booked it down to New Orleans for a weekend of sex, drugs and rock & roll. FAIL. Helen tortured me with a one-hour Insanity Workout. Adam made us play incredibly difficult drinking games. And I bought some books in the French Quarter. All in all, exhausting. But fun.
After many a night ironing and folding and taping and sewing and cutting and clipping and starting over: here it is. Dusie 2011. Open publication – Free publishing – More dusie
These are the only objects that pulled me through the latest bout of homesickness brought on by snow. Thanks be to Paul for all his wonkiness.
I don’t usually venture into the world of chapbook fabrication outside of the Dusie kollektiv, but I took a few weeks to make Paul a chapbook for Christmas. I sketched these critters over and over until they mildly resembled animals.
Me, Jimmy and about 5 billion kids headed to the Atlanta Aquarium for an afternoon or oo-ing and ah-ing as the shelf-life.
Christmas was a rather chill affair this year. It snowed on Christmas day, making it impossible to not hear mom do lyrically challenged renditions of “White Christmas.” Mom got a cold (didn’t stop the singing). Gracie got a cold. Julia got a cold. Adam was coming down with a sore throat when I busted out …
It was that time of year again… Aniden fancy Christmas dinner. Most of the guys wore suits and ties; the ladies wore dresses (no one told me to dress up so I’m rocking some jeans in these pictures). I ate a huge steak and got on the waiter’s bad side with my very-specific vodka/soda orders.
I know my readers (all 2) are sick of the baby pictures. But these are too sugary, too fattening, too obnoxiously adorable to not repost here. See all at http://graceweart.com/
Helen, Rachna, Tim and I did fajitas and margaritas to celebrate Mark’s coming of age a few weeks ago.