September 2010
5 posts
This is a photo of me operating on my doll Lucy. I gave her a real heart. She walked around and everything. Then she complained that she was unhappy.
July 2010
1 post
1 tag
August 2009
3 posts
I have always preferred the reflection of the life to life itself. Francois Truffaut
“Although I felt ashamed of it at one time, I do like Breathless very much, but now I see where it belongs - along with Alice in Wonderland. I thought it was Scarface.” Jean-Luc Godard
Who remembers old school dogs?! They rode in the back of pickups. They always went off the leash. They disappeared for days at a time. They had sex. They were skinny and covered in fleas. They never ever went to the vet. You couldn’t begin to guess how they’d lost an ear. They chewed apart everything you loved. They had your back.
July 2009
10 posts
writing advice from Goethe
Do not hurry; do not rest.
They say you know you will be married soon when…
A chicken enters your housewith a straw in its mouth, which it leaves behind.
A cow moos during the night.
A mockingbird flies over your house.
A spider descends from the ceiling and ‘dances’ up and down.
A white dove comes near your house.
“At the core of us is a writer, not a human being.” Anais Nin (on herself and Henry M.)
don't ask me why I reblogged the photos below
FACTS
Camus loved Ping-Pong and had a cat named Cigarette. He never locked his car. He wrote standing up. When he fell into a depression after winning the Nobel Prize (panic attacks, claustrophobia), he tried to break out of it with yoga. On his only trip to New York he visited the Central Park Zoo twenty times.
we are officially living in new york city
April 2009
7 posts
Gabriel thinks The Giving Tree is a horror story. He clings to you when you read it to him. I guess it’s the story of an abusive relationship.
All I knew about pregnancy and the things that were going to happen to me, was from watching Rosemary’s Baby.
Gabriel on doing a poor job of wiping his own butt
“I feel like a chicken with a plume stuck up my butt.”
My sister offered this statement in order to prove that his teachers didn’t know what they were talking about. That he is, in fact, a genius.
Note to self: love yourself like you loved yourself when you were a loser.
“For children are innocent and love justice, while most of us are wicked and naturally prefer mercy.” G.K.Chesterton
March 2009
7 posts
went to kingston penitentiary today.
the latest on Gabriel
Gabriel’s grade one teacher repeated to the class that they were not allowed to look around while they were taking their spelling tests. They were not even allowed to peek. He thought this meant that you had to keep your eyes closed during the test. Needless to say…he failed.
Maybe
Maybe the best we can ever do is narrate our lives. We can’t fix them. The only thing that Humbert Humbert has over Clare Quilty is that he is a narrator.
February 2009
2 posts
Last night I had a dream that I was at a Muppet Show conference. Jim Henson was still alive and was part of the round table. My nephew Gabriel was sitting next to me. I whispered that he should ask, What happened to Grover. Gabriel wouldn’t do it, so I knew I had to do it myself.
I think this dream means that I am feeling much, much happier these days. I have always loved Grover.
January 2009
2 posts
Tim Walker!
This is Tim Walker’s checklist for a Christmas shoot in Essex: 20 ballerinas, 17 ‘mirrored’ geese, 250 ostrich eggs (sprayed gold), a box of giant plastic hands, a room full of white umbrellas, 20 Christmas trees, a wolf’s head-and-feet costume, a giant pumpkin, fake silver armour, a horse (also sprayed gold), hundreds of ‘Arabian Nights’ oil lamps, and racks of...
on my mother and werner herzog
My therapist was pointing out to me today how my mother did not love me unconditionally when I was little. I shrugged. This wasn’t news to me. She said that I had spent my life trying to find someone to love me unconditionally.
Later, I went home and fell into a deep sleep. In my dream, everywhere I went, I kept running into Werner Herzog. It didn’t make sense how he could be in so...
December 2008
6 posts
Christmas
My dad told me that he did not want to do anything at all on Christmas and to not bother him at all that day. I called him Christmas morning to see if he had changed his mind. He told me to please come over because he was cooking a turkey. Arizona and I cancelled all our other plans. When we got there, it turned out that he had, quite accurately, cooked a turkey. That’s all he had done...
two old men
My dad will stop any man on the street who looks about over eighty, like him. It’s sort of like a kid in the park who goes up to other kids his own age hoping they can play together. Today he saw a thin old man with a giant nose and a black fur hat.”How do you like the cold!!” my dad screamed at him. The man started talking back in another language. “Polski?...
November 2008
5 posts
Telephone Calls
A kid in Arizona’s class has a cell phone which accidentally calls the house several times a day when she sits on it. When I pick up the phone, I hear what’s going on in the class. The other day, it called and it was in the middle of band rehearsal. The teacher was yelling and then they began to play. It was such a lovely mixed up tune, it was the most beautiful music I had heard in a...
Moby Dick by Charles Dickens
Last night Arizona had the stomach flu. She was lying on the floor moaning and groaning in a delirium. All of a sudden, as I stepped over her, she asked, “Who wrote Moby Dick?” I told her Herman Melville. “That’s impossible,” she said. “I’ve never even heard of Herman Melville.” Then she looked sadly at the ceiling, “Are you sure it...
A Doorknob
The other night I was walking Moppet and I noticed a doorknob sitting on the ground. “Well, what do you think, Moppet?” I asked. “Shall we turn it and see if it leads to a secret magical kingdom?” I leaned down and turned in. And I hoped that Moppet was imagining a world filled with sexy Alices saying saucy things to cats. When the doorknob led to nothing, I put the...
Black Cats
Today Moppet and I went for a walk down an alley that we had never gone down before. It was filled with black cats. They were on the fences and under old wagons. How odd we thought. It was like we were stuck in an artist’s rendering of an alley, an artist who had a fetish for black cats. I mean God would never put so many black cats in one place. That’s really a very silly human thing...
September 2008
4 posts
On Lectures
Tomorrow I have a lecture. I’m not sure what I’m going to say, but I’m usually good at these things.
Someone brought up the film Psycho by Gus Van Sant tonight. I think that I was happy the night that I saw that movie. Nothing was right in my life. But I still had the feeling that I was in a traveling Fellini circus. That’s the feeling that I want back.
Life turned out...
Dream from last night
Last night I had a dream and Spike Lee was in it. He was dressed as his character Shorty in Malcolm X. He was telling me that I could no longer hang out with his circle of friends. I fell on my knees and wept and begged him not to send me away. He told me that it was my fault because I had been a bad person. I woke up and I had been crying in my sleep. I think this is the first time that ever...