if you can get around to it

oceans of time

my roommate -- not so coincidentally also one of my besties -- recently set up her etsy account, OceansOfTime. she's got buku vintage, collected over years and years of digging, and she's got a sharp eye.

etsy is a great place to shop because you really will find unusual, rare, and handmade things there, and if you buy something, your money is going to somebody who really cares, not just some corporation. it's getting to the point that when i see a girl wearing a really keen accessory, it's always from some obscure metalsmith/tatter/taxidermist with an etsy. i admire the amount of curating and care that goes into making the merchandise and learning to market it yourself.


on the awkward side of this post, i'm currently ilana's model. believe me, posting this entry would come more naturally if i was just promoting my friend's project.... because it's legitimately covetable stuff. some of it will even be things i'm selling -- provided it's at least 20 years old. (etsy's rule.)

ilana has also started a blog, oceans-of-time.blogspot that talks about fashion, expression, and creativity. and FEELINGS. how could she name her etsy shop with a "bram stoker's dracula" (francis ford coppola) reference and not have all kinds of romantic notions? (we have this favorite movie in common.) i hope she talks about gary oldman and winona ryder? for that matter, i plan to needle her about making a mood board based on herzog's "nosferatu the vampyre." if we ever got the same day off, this would be a good project.


speaking of vampires, i recently checked out dracula, by bram stoker, from the NOPL. three weeks isn't enough time for me to read it, considering how little me-time i have these days. so far i've only read the first chapter and the book is due back on friday. i really want to buy the New Annotated Dracula; next paycheck, seriously.

panda cake

tonight is actually krewe de vieux, the first major parade of mardi gras, but i've been going out so much that i needed some time at home to listen to music and read magazines and drink tea. an hour from now i will be dancing to dj matty's jams at saturn bar, and then to bounce at st. roch, but at the moment i'm moving slower than molasses in january (a yankee expression if ever there was one).


it was a beautiful day to picnic in audubon park. rebecca and i threw bread while debating ethics, poetry, comedy, and physics. it's really great to have a friend with so many mutual interests. i'm can say with certainty that rebecca could capably discuss any topic, or if she was ignorant, she could pay due attention. she's charming, resourceful, sensitive, a sartorial inspiration, and an unabashed hoofer.


it's not that my other besties don't share these qualities, but for the most part, they live far away, like panda/amanda in boston. you're only getting a small sample of her handiwork in the above picture, and not even a full sentence. things i really miss about panda are her singing, her giggles and trash talk, the way she pets my head, and her go-for-it enthusiasm for writing and romance. amanda is the only person i trust to tell me if a garment isn't doing me any favors.


my other girls in boys, in chicago and st. louis, seattle and san francisco, new york and vienna -- i miss when we all pretty much lived in the same city. nights around the kitchen table, drinking tea and giving feedback on freewrites. pretentious art projects. laborious multi-course breakfasts. pizza party sleepovers. living room dances.  hard to believe it's never going to be like that again.

mini z

incredible miniature letter from heather, hand-delivered by our buddy janet, who is visiting n'orleans. i have a love for tiny things -- making them requires delicacy.

sorry to have neglected posting drawings, watercolors, fashiony stuff or personal writing. work and socializing have eaten all my energy. what little i've been doing is in my journal but the output seems to be of a nature too personal for sharing. thank goodness i have pals to supply my content.

st. cassandra

my only valentine, and from a Remote Viewer collab-queen. contains hair, caraway and dill.

or, as she says car(e)way and dill(etante). to be planted in the rich louisiana soil.

in between two tall mountains

memory: listening to connie converse in the escort

question of ethics

not sure which one