RIP Sandy Hook Elementary victims

Love and prayers to the many victims and their families. Such a horrible tragedy. Hearing their names read out loud is so hard to hear. Lots of bravery by the teachers and adults as well.

2/18

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

Henry Scott Holland ~ 1847-1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral ~ London. UK

monday, monday

Little bit of restructuring on this website, but we're up and runnin'.
I'm hoping to take on a lot more photographic work since Austin is really inspiring.
I will post those in the near future.

I'm also thinking about getting into some more documentary work, but I'll keep updating on that subject as it comes along.

If anyone knows of some good painting classes in the Austin area, please let me know by emailing americasbighead@gmail.com.

Coming Nite

Thank you, Austin, TX for making the transition so smooth. You're like an old, crinkly, leather seat - warm and comfy...
Of course, we move here and instantly the NYC area goes to 60 degrees...IN JANUARY -!

A performance of note, one that I enjoyed thoroughly, was part of the Frontera Fest. Check it out if you're out this way.

More to come...

life's a bitch, then ya die

I need to get that t-shirt.
Hard days but I'm thankful for what I have, to be sure.

Going to see the Naked and Famous and some other bands in Central Park on Sunday.
Probably going to see the Apes movie (why isn't 3D? yes, I'm a 3D whore) on Saturday and possibly also some Indian buffet-ing in there. I lvoe Indian food in all forms, but it's the one cuisine that I genuinely prefer a buffet. Not all the time, but sometimes. I love the idea of slopping on, pardon the phrase, several colors and textures on my plate and then lots of different sauces too. It's funny because normally I'm the type who doesn't like my varieties of food to touch each other on my plate. So I guess I'm just balls out opposite for Indian food.

My mom always got her breakfast buffet food - scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, hashbrowns, whatever else - and then would pretend to put her syrup on her french toast or whatnot, but in reality would lather it all over her food. She loved when it intermingled. We used to go to Shoney's breakfast buffet in Orlando (when we went to Disney when I was a kid) -- I wonder if those restaurants still exist??
Or there's always Jose Tejas in Jersey. Looong wait though. I don't know the origins of this place but it's pretty good Mexican food (not Cali caliber of course -> yes, I'm one of those former Cali residents who says that a lot) but good for NJ/NY. Also, it's pretty cheap too. And their fries are addictive, long, skinny, delicious. Not to mention there huge and always strong margaritas and daiquiris. But again, others are aware of this and they show up often. There's always a huddle of waiting people at the entrance and there's a car hanging overhead and we're always like "do those people know there's a car hanging over their heads?"
I know I'm rambling about food, but what else is there to ramble about right now? Not too much.

Trying to finish up work tonight. Uprez-ing for the show Butterbean.

My boss showed me this and it's pretty funny.

Oh, and my time killing yielded this result and it's pretty gross so I thought I'd share the definition of butterbean.


All for now...

Egads

Working freelance on the show Stalked and these stories can get very creepy.
Mostly men stalking women but of course women can stalk pretty damned well too.
I wonder why men have women beat in the serial killer arena though? Thoughts?
Is it all that testosterone? Cuz that's pretty hard for me to believe.
Society's oppression of men's emotions perhaps? hmm.

imperative unavoidable things

All of this stress has got me feeling very unhealthy again.
These blogs are inspiring:

http://www.healthytippingpoint.com/about

http://cleaneatingchelsey.com/2011/02/02/snow-day-pretzel-rolls/

http://www.healthyberg.com/