shitting rainbows!

first, witness the tiny little leaf i plucked off a prolific pothos, now trailing roots within its glass baby bottle! (height of bottle: approx 2 inches)

I AM GOING BACK TO ALASKA!
my mood of late has been grim. my job is disillusioning and i am exhausted with the resultant, constant paranoia of its stability. i've been a bitchy self-pitying shrew lately. and then the tax return came through. i thought about iceland (too cold), new orleans (vowed i'd never go there by myself again; it needs to be savored a deux), austin (never been, and cracker's playing there june 10th), even detroit (with the fantasy that i'd wander around and take pictures of hideously decomposed neighborhoods without getting killed)... and then i remembered anchorage. i go on expedia.com at least once a week to check anchorage's airfares; they've been over $500 for the past two years. today they weren't. it was, literally, a two-minute decision: go online, get happily surprised, email s and make sure i have a place to stay (thank you!), and buy the ticket. i have been inappropriately giddy since. i miss my home. i hate to say it... and the memories are always far superior to the reality... but. it'll be good to go back for a few days.
alaska is home. i cannot avoid it, though i often decry it.
that is, it shaped me. that means something. i spent eighteen culminative years in its ass-cold buggy ted nugent-y blandness... and i had some of the best experiences of my life with some of the best people i will ever fucking meet.
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before i made this spontaneous decision, i wandered through downtown taking photographs.

it was sunny but not really casting shadows. the sky was mostly a very high, bright white... like stubborn faraway fog. my sleeves were pushed up and i was sweating.

this was a completely un-thought-out shot at, obviously, pike place. i believe they were handing out grapefruit samples.



the cats with eyes have discovered reflections. it's been so sodden for so long, they're discombobulated when the morning sun floods the lair. any time i move a cd or my phone, they're meowing at the prisms on the wall. entropy is particularly manic. she'll stare at the wall long after the motion has ceased, pupil dilated, chirping as though she's watching birds. it makes for a rather sadistic game between her and i.
i opened the refrigerator today and said aloud "god damn, i'm a bachelorette."

the bottom shelf is mostly ziplocs containing useless gauze squares from my meds. i should make something artistic out of them. not visible: the mouse thawing in the crisper. it's for jethro, not me.
just as with the dried-out markers, you can learn a lot about someone from their kitchen contents. i, for example, dislike the 'pressure' that perishable foods place upon me... their need to be eaten immediately. i like the casualness of pantry goods.
i had to shove my camera through the space in a chain-link fence, then lean upon said fence, to get this.

the drop on the other side of the fence was about 20 feet, onto a parking lot.
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i am so fucking excited.