what good is sitting alone in your room?

some may not believe this, but i have never (until just now) seen Cabaret. the film. liza minelli is fa-bu-lous. completely. i love a good musical, but this movie kicked me in the pants. hard.

plus, Fosse? come on. his shit is right up my artistic alley. yeah, that sounds dirty.

life IS a cabaret,
Serenity

anisoptera

(i forgot to post yesterday. dang.)

i love the part of the summer when the skies are abuzz with giant dragonflies. sometimes i think they're hummingbirds, but upon closer inspection, i realize that they are not birds!

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the steel bridge

i just saw batman and i can't really talk about it right now, so for the time-being i'll post a picture. this is one of the reasons i fell in love with portland.



-s
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La Ville-lumière

i was in paris (yes, france) for bastille day about 16 years ago. my sister and i woke up to the ground shaking. we ran out of our room and to the wraparound walkway. tanks were casually rolling through the streets.

we went to the champs élysées to watch the parade. so many men in uniform; firemen in shiny helmets, frogmen riding inflatables (as in scuba divers. i'm not being derogatory).

fireworks at the eiffel tower and funny double-cupola cones of multi-flavored sorbet ended our evening.

i love paris. i love it with all the romance and swollen heart of my 15-year old self. the scent of freesias and diesel fumes will always smack me with a kaleidoscope jumble of parisian memories. though i've devoted my life to art and the study thereof, my most pinchingly sweet memories are of the quotidian. baguettes, le dragon joyeux (best chinese food ever), flowers, beautiful women, cigarettes, pay toilets, coffee, sidewalk cafés... sigh. j'aime paris.

p.s. la marseillase is such a bloody national anthem: may their tainted blood soak our furrows? fuck yeah.

toujours,
serenity

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