Update

I've just moved back to my hometown and all the teenage boys still look like assholes.

Love

This December, my parents will have been married fifty years. I took this picture on my trip home last month. My mom is now rarely conscious for long. Every day, my dad drives about 20 miles round trip just to visit her for an hour. What a gift to know I never have to question whether I've seen and known love.

Today's Observation

Seeing an elderly homeless man asleep on a park bench, who happens to look like latter years Chet Baker, is triple the sad.

And since I already brought down the mood, enjoy some Chet Baker.

Once More With Feeling

I can't think of any surer argument for the existence of past lives than the deep soul-weariness you can sometimes just make out in the eyes of children when confronted with stupid rules. It's as if the very soul itself is asking, "Again with this bullshit?"

A Simple Point

One of the things I love about being a Lady and that I love, in general, about other Ladies is that you can totally tell at a a glance how pretty we feel to be wearing fall clothes. Gentleman, note our strut. We have boots and we are happy about them. There is a good chance there is a Story behind our outfit in the fall. Whether that story is I-think-I look-charmingly-jejune-and-Parisian-in-this-striped-boatneck-shirt or simply 'I am happy to wear things that cover my arms' this narrative is fucking palpable.

So rich in narrative and fecund in potential is the fall season, often the fervor will spill over into a hoarding of new office supplies, about which don't get me started. Don't even get me started.

Things For Which My Dad and I Have Very Disparate Levels of Tolerance

The proximity of fly swatters to where we're eating

Highway driving speeds

Fox News

Allow Thora Birch's Face to Convey in Moments How I Felt Throughout Four Years of High School