and i still love and we love and we all scream for ice cream- suzy

well, hello, wow, and, glad some things wait for me.

i almost forgot how to login to wordpress:/  we did start this so long ago, it was before facebook became what it is and before life as i currently know it became what it is. i dont want this blog to stop. but, it (clearly) may become more now-and-then than before.

{hey! we can write in different colors on here now!?}

your roadtrip sounded lovely. it makes me long for my next one, of course. the vehicle used here day to day to get around atlanta actually has a bed in the back, so, there is often the thought of ‘lets just keep driving’. 

but mostly, instead of just keeping on driving, my life is the most suburban and mellow it has been since being at my childhood home. we go grocery shopping, dont eat out much, have coffee at home, have our gin and tonics and vodka tonics and most other tonics at home, and, its been so nice. i went from a life of constant out out out to a lot of IN. and i love it, until i have a slight breakdown and realize ive been in the same house for days on end. but pretty much, we are trying to start a business and its being run of this house for now, so, i am here. and its not an unpleasant house. 

scott had a solo show in san francisco last week, and we were there for a week. it was short and great and the opening was very fun. there is another solo show here in atlanta in a few weeks, then me selling prints of his work to every store i think would be a good place for them, then planning for burning man (i thinkkkkkk we are going). this is interpersed with me modeling for a sculptor for 6 hours on wednesdays and other modeling and grant writing and this and that here and there. its been grand. 

i do have my momentary freakouts in the grocery store “is our life BORING????!!!!”, but its just me getting used to a different pace of things. i almost wept the first time i cut coupons. coupons for gods sake. i am now 30 and i was suddenly fully my mother in the very worst of ways. but i realise its ok. along with the coupons comes the fact that i now have a cat and dog and serious boyfriend and we all need to eat and be happy. i have a little family and even little families can stand to save $1.10 off of salsa:) 

here are a few of scott’s recent paintings below. and funny pics of me modeling for the paintings. we were given free-reign to an amazing costume shop recently, to borrow anything we would like for free, so we are going to be having endless wonderful silly photoshoots. i cannot wait for the next round of costumes!

and… ART! >>>  we are making limited edition glicee prints, so, buy one for your mum for mothers day or just to be nice;)  you can see a few more at www.sjdstudio.com 

“i am not in an indie-rock band but i travel the country like i am”-the “showless” tour from seattle to LA to chicago. (a road trip by alexander)

last minute plans are the best.

erick had a life change / move to make and i was invited along.  (or did i invite myself?)
either way – with just weeks to spare and a fog of research papers to put behind me, i booked the wild west tour.

amtrack to seattle.  birthday love with ryan burr and many new beautiful friends.
sunday flight to LA and a reunion dinner with nori and frank – nori and i micromanaging the kitchen and ourselves and pretending to engage with the patrons.  hmmm.  delicious potato leek soup and sausages and krought.  GO GERMAN.  FUCK VEGAN.

monday morning, the 4 day adventure across america started.

the following is a rough interpretation of my “bumpy road” notes taken daily from the passenger seat of a lovely 2001 kia spectra.  149,000 miles.  some broken parts.  check engine light on.  and laughter used as a fuel injector>>>>>>>

(and pictures.)

mar 27, 2012.

how was it raining my one day in LA?  POURING?  the one day i am there.
the next day: perfect and sunny in venice beach
“THIS IS A TOTAL SCAM”, i announced, realizing the sun and palm trees seemed real, but for all i knew we could have been on a soundstage on a lot somewhere in burbank.  which is which in this town?

we left LA behind us.

and they replaced us before we hit palm springs.

we knew it was the right move when the christian dinosaurs and pee wee relics came out of the abyss.

 

raining in la?  we.are.OUT!

 

the REAL film set that pee wee ran from large marge into… only to meet his french lady!

 

ANDY MY BOYFRIEND!

WELCOME!

 

when traveling the country… who needs a speedometer anyway?
check my engine? WHY DON’T YOU CHECK YOUR ENGINE GUY?!

“which road did you take to get here?”
“um, we don’t know – the windy one.”

and nobody ever seemed to know what we were talking about.
its the 5 million dollar road that nobody ever drives on.

is this tundra? prairie?  how come i can’t remember 4th grade?

erick: “if we get a window seat at subway we can assure that no one will break into the car and take our t shirts.”

nobody ever told erick that arizona wasn’t flat.  it is not.

“whats ganna change if i don’t change something?” – marc maron

there were endless OPEN signs.  OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN. EXIT HERE. OPEN OPEN

IT WAS CLOSED.  very closed.  and after peeing behind the van, we were nearly locked in by the night security guard.

 

Mar 28, 2012 – Prescott, AZ > Santa Fe, NM

do YOU know the way to santa fe?

we’re wondering a few hours from santa fe.  will there be dreadlocks there?  turquoise?  black people?

(turns out: none of those things.)

erick buys 4, $5 navajo blankets, (made in mexico) and we plan to distribute them to the masses.  next trip, we will invest in a trailer to fill with cheap native blankets.  such americana! mexicana? we’ll buy THOUSANDS!!

–

hitch hiker count: 002
truck-in ditch-counter: 001
car smoking on the side of the road: 009  (not us yet!)

“in life, you learn quickly to maneuver gracefully away from rubber tires rolling down the freeway”

(and where the fuck do they come from, GOD?)

–

Mar 29, wednesday – ROUTE 3 (erick’s favorite) is the longest, windiest, no cell phone reception road we’d ever encountered.   beautiful “downtown” villanueva, NM.  population: US

erick: WHERE’S A FUCKING STARBUCKS?

–

facebooking the whole way across the country, i came up with a great new play title:
“checking-in at mcdonalds”

 

those who eat mcdonalds everyday also follow mcdonalds-sponsered sporting events that i am undoubtfully unaware of.
when you eat at mcdonalds everyday and two hip guys walk in, you must approach them and find out where they are from and tell them your life story.  your brother did WHAT?  cousin?  your your own cousin?? say whaaa?

“shoooot, ya’ll already here in arkansas”  (um, we are in new mexico.)

–

santa fe.

motel 6.  wifi password is…  TELEVISION  (did she think we were gay?  tv writers?  both?)

the cowgirl bar.  no cowgirls, but many cow-lesbians.
we are recommended the MATADOR – santa fe’s “safe dive bar”
it’s where we belonged – is it like silverlake?
“no, these are REALLY-rediculous people, not PRETEND-rediculous people.”

the bar had no cell service and the bartender recommend that i “live in the moment”
a local patron said, “whats that?”

 

password is: TELEVISION.  and drunk at 2 am, we watch our friends on television.
the concierge KNEW we were somewhat famous.
she knew that if WE turn on the motel cable, we’ll probably know a few of the actors and writers on the screen.
on the disney channel anyway.

next we’re entering the texas panhandle, where EVERYONE watching two and a half men.
(and we hate them for it).

—

mid day wednesday, passing through texas quickly, we remember why erick has a scar on his face.
he jumped into bushes.
and i dashed on my beer tab at the matador (matador, I WILL RETURN ONE DAY AND I WILL PAY FOR THAT BEER!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

thinking about:  on any given day, how many cars on this road are people changing their lives?  you see an oregon car full of crap in northern texas.  lots of failed “california” plates.  where are they leaving?going?  you can tell when someone is “car-moving”.  if we are one of the cars.  and one of a few others, does that mean, everyday about ten people are on any given highway in any given state, leaving one life and starting another?

–

just a few hours in texas.  felt flat and pointless.  all of a sudden you get far enough east and the landscape literally. feels. POINTLESS!

cadillac ranch!  our refuge!  after that we got lost in a mall praking lot.  applebeers, the guitar center, WE JUST WANT A COLD DRINK!  (maybe we’ll win the 600 million dollar textas mega bucks and burn this mall down!)

–

eager for chicago.  it’s so close.  no, not really.

erick: “everyone says chicago is SO cold.  uh, we have heaters. we go in houses.”

oklahoma.  SIGH! guess where they haven’t started using YELP.  OKLAHOMA!  can we have dinner AND a beer, or is that illegal?  seemingly illegal.

“benchwarmers sports grill”.  look it up.  don’t go there.  i probably should have put on a hat and not carried my laptop and totebag and iphone in with me.  are we different? yes.do they stare at us? yes.

“guys, look at those hipsters(fags), artists(fags), actors(fags), city folks FAGS”.   they only threw a peanut or 2 at us.

i was just merely pretending to watch sports television.

i was never sure how i felt about those trashy restaurants that allow you to throw peanut shells on the floor.
NOW I AM.
as we were noticed as foreigners, the food came a flying.

across the room, a father seemingly felt up his teenage daughter during her waitressing break. public molestation? oklahoma – draw your own conclusions.

was somebody killed and chopped up in suitcases during our stay at the OK City motel 6 – well, draw your own conclusions.

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AH, CHICAGO!  Friday!

how trendy IS wicker park?

“you guys want some free beer?”

–

 

 

 

ericks face is not a reflection of the pain he’s experiencing getting his first tattoo.  it is a reflection of his distaste with me for conning him into getting a tattoo with me, both found on google image, minutes prior.   elephant, girls foot, page 1.  sea horse, picassso style, page 3.  we are SO.UH.ARTISTIC.  and had only had one beer.  SO.UH.LAME.

 

later, we had too much tasty food and tequila in boystown.  we had too much of something else (i forget what) back in wicker park.  we met girls.  and we went home with sober cab drivers who were glad we weren’t from around there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ps. dunkin doughnuts coffe, not what its cracked up to be.  just saying.

pss. erick, thank you for friendship and humor and your shitty car.  and THANKS FOR DRIVING!

 

 

updates. moves. road trips. new school terms. oh how it changes. (a blog from alexander, martini in hand)

SUZY, FRIENDS, PETS, AND INTERNETS!

in the nearly 6 years of our shared blog, we have surely induced and/or experienced the ebb and flow of our writing, inspiration, creativity or just plain laziness.  

this is my shout to release the current ebb and welcome a new FLOW.

it’s 2012.  its SPRING.  life is good, you are in atlanta and you should share that with us.  

i’m smiling in portland, the “cold/rain/dark” was not so blatant this winter but it is fading away nonetheless… the days are long, and i’m spending saturday in North bar with a happy hour martini.  i spend a good 4, 5 hours in school research and drinking not enough coffee.  the chickens are happy, the garden is days away from a seeding and the hipsters are crawling out from under their scarves and sporting those faded american apparel v-neck t’s even though it isn’t quite THAT hot out. 

as you know, sometimes some interesting travel and/or picture taking has to occur to motivate us to share ourselves on the blog.  but andwelove it is called and andwelove we do.  

the past few months have been spend finishing up my second term of graduate school and starting my third.  in between i was lucky to have a week-long, 2000 mile trip via seattle, LA, and a comedy-fueled car ride to chicago.  and all that is to come in the next post.  a few moments and a half of martini away.

 

i have completed the start of my third term and i am awe at the speed of this.  in just 10 weeks i will be HALF FUCKING DONE working towards a masters in public health.

i am starting to see all kinds of ricking jobs that would be fun and perfect for me after year 2…. chicago was a big city of inspiration and there are jobs there and here and in oakland with great agencies like cascade aids project in portland, the public health institute in oakland, chicago’s center in halstead (hiv education)… I cant wait to actually DO this work!  

classes this term: community organizing… taught by a women whose style is new to me: POPULAR education

(Popular education is a concept grounded in notions of class, political struggle, and social transformation. The term is a translation from the Spanish educación popular or the Portuguese educação popular and rather than the English usage as when describing a ‘popular television program,’ popular here means ‘of the people.’ More specifically ‘popular’ refers to the ‘popular classes,’ which include peasants, the unemployed, the working class and sometimes the lower-middle class. The designation of ‘popular’ is meant most of all to exclude the upper and upper middle-class.)

by the people, for the people -esque setting.  

also, public health nutrition. oh boy, looks like i have to read omnivores dilemma AGAIN  :(

and also, bring back the ghosts of undergraduate past: MASS COMM and HEALTH.   its all that jargon we did at temple, but applied to something better than coca-cola, etc.

 

all that said, I AM BACK and i will say that and mean it and get on here more often

(i can not deny that my increased use of the facebook has relieved some of the need to share/create/bore you all, but maybe we can attempt once again to mesh the two together – andwelove is a reminder of something more permanent and less fleeting.  people don’t need to like us or not, we just know that we’ve journaled some of our life on here and it is here for good. kinda.)

 

the “i’m not an indie rock star but i travel like one” blog ahead.  martini count: 002.

 

 

 

moving again ///last days are always hard (written over a half decade ago…)

moving again ///last days are always hard

ive had SO many moves since then.  

i wrote this on my MYSPACE BLOG (omg omg my myspace blog! hahah) in 2006!!!! and im feeling it again. im moving one week from today. SF>ATL. who would have thought. and this isnt even a for reals move. this is a logistical move, and THEN there will be a REAL move, shortly thereafter, to somewhere scott and i both really want to be or really need to be, or maybe both. this was written about moving from stamford, CT to brooklyn, NY. a few days before halloween. halloween in NYC in my twenties. THAT made for a fun move! days on end of partying before emptying any boxes. 

the last time i wrote this it started with “last day of my job.” but i feel like much of the wisdom i have gained the last 6 (holy crap, SIX years!?) has gone to deciding to not being constrained by office walls, as it truly does not serve me well. the rest of the poem holds true for me, though. i added a few lines. i took away none, except the first about the job.

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moving again ///last days are always hard 

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i’m never ready for things when they end.

i do not want my life to continue being a series of meeting people i love, and then, leaving them. is >That< the definiton of a life?

hopefully hopefully everyone i love can come to dinner parties i have, soon enough. (maybe a month long wedding is in order. 1000 friends and guests and lovers, feeding each other fruit for a month straight. we will need to do it soon, next five years, before we go over the limit. making friends all over the world, it adds up fast.)

for now, leaves fall, days go, calendars change pages. with a beauty and a plan something like skydiving, my life switches phases. new house, new people, again and again. i love you, i know you, ive opened to you, but now we go, seperate ways. come visit, stay awhile. i can only hope.

***

i’ve fine tuned these relationships, only to burn the sheet music we move to and then

unceremoniously  

smash the instruments to pieces.

***

(rockstar, beatpoet, nownownow living takes rockstar, beatpoet, nownow oh yes now measures. and striving to be a monk takes an element of reflectivness. will i find my balance, in this next haven?)

but you know, i do know our parts by heart, so maybe on the same days we will be humming the same tunes that we created, together.

for now, suitcases are packed, and soon there will be new numbers, so many new numbers. phone numbers of new friends, house numbers, zip codes, parking limits on new streets with new names in a different time zone- even my hours will have a newness.

i will see you someday soon. it will be the same, just in a different park, around the turn of a different corner.

2012 2012 2012 yesyesyes (by s)

woooooooooooooooooooooooooooHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i am thrilled excited happy elated yesYESyesing about this year. i am moving, again, oh man, briefly, from san fran to atlanta, from the time period of feb to may. there is a house to sell, and after that, there are adventures to be had. scott is keen on philly. i am a-ok with the idea, for the city has a place in my heart like no other. plus we can live there for cheap cheap, and travel the world to art openings and outings and not worry about a high rent for a place we arent living in. 

2012 prospects= atlanta for awhile, potential photoshoot in africa, art openings in asia, do i sense an A theme, ahhhh, then there is a BEACH idea which is my number one fav idea of all time, living on a beach, making art, in the warm sunshine. its going to be a good year. im going to go back to SF a lot, there are a lot of reasons to, but for now, the world is wide open. 

 

i love the black and white pictures alex:) so glad for them. 

we threw a huge party in atlanta: http://clatl.com/atlanta/art-of-such-n-such-new-years-eve-gathering/Slideshow?oid=4490483

it was a great night. the past few days have been perfect too. lets see what this year brings. i think it will be a lot of wonder and delight. 

xoxoxooxox 

<3 <3 <3 !!!

I liked the part when…. (A)

we are introducing various friends to each other and we then say “This is Suzy/Alex from “the blog”‘….   “OHHHHH”, people respond.  Especially when I nearly spoke about the blog as the past tense and you quickly corrected me that it is STILL active.  

So perhaps we should try to activate more often.    ”try”.

Summary: fall, graduate school, all A’s and B’s, mostly enjoyable, lots to read.  Thanksgiving, thai food.  Travels, Massachusetts, Hartford, Brooklyn- YOU, EVERYONE!, Upper West Side, Philadelphia, familytime!, YOU!  Xmas, etc… no shopping for me.  Will eat cookies, though.  

 

And re:FB… we had a nice b/w photoshoot, love.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

so the holidays are on their way… (by s)

blogging from a city i had no plans to end up in ;) (by suzy)

writing from a pink and gray striped antique couch in the living room, with a black and white cat and a black and white dog nearby. in georgia. GEORGIA! i am going to alabama tonight. yes, ALABAMA! how did this happen? oh, life i guess. and love. life and love. love and life. those two giant factors that are actually controlling everything at all times, in some measure.

atlanta is fine. its a nice city and a huge city and a sprawl and i dont really understand, but, there are a lot of trees, which make it all better. scott lives in a mildly bad neighborhood in a house from the 1920′s!. its adjacent to a large playground, and there are a quater acre of oak trees to the other side. i love it in lots of ways, and would love it more if he hadnt purchased it and lived here w an ex-wife;) so, with that said, its going to be sold, and then he and i can travel the entire world, with a brief time of me probably living here, soon, so i can stop flying in from the other side of the country and paying for an apartment i am very rarely living in.

i am SO so upset i am missing all the protesting action at OCCUPY OAKLAND.

general strike on the city, peaceful for hours and hours and turned violent at nightfall:/ i wanted to be a part of this, of history, i wanted to encourage protestors not to be violent for any reason, its what the cops want, its what the media wants, its what the right wingers want. we are better than that. we are the 99%. (i love that slogan- it rings so true in my ears.)

i went to oakland the morning after the very violent clash with police where scott olson was injured. i went there around 11 a.m., and it was me, my friend, maybe 7 protestors holding a large banner saying something about their first amendment rights, and maybe 20 policeman and probably 30 cameramen. i sadly had to leave for atlanta soon thereafter, and have been glued to the interwebs watching it all from afar. history in the making.

i think this is going to affect the presidential election, and i am thrilled. the internet is allowing information to spread so freely, and with all the charts and links and infographs, so many people now know how few people control the wealth of this country, and are acting on how unfair this is. HISTORY IN THE MAKING<3

—
in other news, i modeled after taking a red-eye here last weekend:

PUMPKIN TIME. punkin. -A

YUM YUM SALTY SPICY YUM.

Tonight, I have more squash in the oven right now to make a yummy curry and coconut milk dish this evening.

NAUGHTY!

Occupy Portland – A

The sleep-in Protest in downtown Portland is surely impressive to see.  I took a stroll though one lovely fall day last week….  They “say” (“they?”) that Portland has the biggest Occupy AFTER NY, but whose to “say”….

 

 

OK!OK!. OK! OK! Let’s revive here… REVIVE. School. Pumpkins. Occupy Portland. More. -Alexander

OH MY SUZY AND ALL…. months slipped by.  MONTHS.  I suppose summer will do that to you.  I spent it free and daring and bicoastal.. but alas, September came and with it huge life changes in my daily world.  School started, and inform you on what that is like, I am going to paste an email that was sent to family a few weeks pack..

I thought it’d be nice to send out a little report about the big academic adventure I’ve just begun this fall.  And others of you I hope are just interested to hear! After nearly 2 years of deliberation… (should I or shouldn’t I?)  and a summer of mostly cold-feet (will grad school be right for me? too overwhelming?  or just not that interesting??), the big day came and I found myself surreally sitting in a classroom again after 7 years – my first day towards a Masters of Public Health. To my very pleasant surprise, I was instantly awoken and excited to be in this!  Studying public health feels like a far departure from the fun I had roaming around Hollywood studios and otherwise enjoying much freedom the past handful of years, but it is a great step up from the service industry of late and truly ties together my interest in the health food movement as a social necessity as well as just an interest to do something meaningful in my next career – something to make each day feel like a contribution to this world. Not to mention, getting a degree that is actually in demand in tough economic times.  The movements all the way from Michelle Obama down to a small city like Portland are exciting and growing.  Portland is one of the leading places for work on sustainable food and nutritional education.  Farm to Cafeteria programs, community gardens, year round farmers markets, etc.. A student a year ahead at PSU mentioned that one of the biggest dilemmas about the MPH program is that students are making connections in field work and internships and they are getting offered jobs before finishing the degree and having to decide to take the job or finish school…. I said, my friend, that’s NO dilemma!!! The classes are all very intense, but stimulating.  Tomorrow I will finish 3 weeks and perhaps I waited to send this email to assure I could maintain sanity in the midst of “Epidemiology Survey”, probably the hardest of the classes, looking in serious depth at the study of disease, epidemics, and interventions.   Lucky for me its much more conceptual than mathematical, and I can handle that.  Down the road I will have to take “BioStatistics” – eek! My other 2 classes are more broad introductions – Public Health Foundations and Health Behavioral Theory – one class taught by a professor who spent most his career at UC Berkeley only to have actually worked with and TAUGHT 2 of my favorite food-interest writers today – Micheal Pollan and Marion Nestle.  The other class is with a very interesting woman who started as an E.R. doctor, got into trauma studies and got her Psych MD studying PTSD – now she is a leading expert and works with the US Military in training programs that work with returning soldiers and stress disorders.  So I’m thrilled to be around such influential people who have decided to make little old Portland State University their homes. Campus life is great to be back to.  I’m just here 3 days a week.  I forgot how much “free” and interesting stuff is available on the campus scene.  State of the art technologies, state of the art fitness center, and young hopeful people!  And I won’t deny a few bars.  I write this now from one of the many Portland microbreweries that opened an annex on campus, actually serving a Portland State Indian Pale Ale on tap….  yeah, thats right! I’m working about 2 days a week at the cafe still for a little extra income.  The owners like me enough to offer me as much or as little work as I wanted, probably since I’ve been there since they opened and seen pretty much 99% of the staff come and go.  I’m like a grandfather figure there, believe it or not.  I figured it’s worth it to take the offer and keep my face there a little… see friends and regulars and get my head out of the books a little.   And I have gone back to working a day a week as a volunteer at Outside In – I worked with them much more when I first came to Portland and the organization is partially my inspiration for pursuing this degree.  I have made good friends with staff there and on Fridays, I spend my lunch cooking (mostly) good healthy food options for Portland’s large homeless youth population.  Plus, it’s the type of organization to potentially hire me down the road. My household is great… still with same 2 friends.  Now 2 cats, and what was once 4 chickens are down to 3…. (nothing bad happened, we had to send the rooster off to a local farm).   Still raking in yummy fresh eggs and veggies from the garden and its a very comfy home to be.  (We did have a fish, for about 4 days.)   With the return of the Portland winter rain comes my favorite thing… family dinner parties! Good news is I’ve befriended a fishing enthusiastic who has a winters worth of frozen salmon on hand…  YUM! Well, I’ve yapped enough.  It’s good practice, I presume – as it sounds like graduate school is highly focused on being about to talk about what you know.  And everyone reading this knows I’m down to TALK! All my love and peace to you all this day, please be in touch anytime, Alexander

more travel, more love, more more (love, suzy)

princess of procrastination: scared of packing. terrified of laundry. its so sunny and beautiful and seriously the most delicately perfect weather in the universe in my neighborhood in san francisco at this very moment. i am FINALLY wrapping up burning man– doing laundry that should have been done 2 weeks ago. finding funny notes and little pieces of contact information in my dusty bags. adding friends on facebook, throwing away yucky earplugs. you know, that sort of stuff.

burning man was so insanely good. i went last year and had a so-so experience for a number of reason, mostly an injury. this year was exponentially better. i have pictures to post and should probably have some stories to tell, but, mostly, i just want to say::: alexander dear, i want us there together so soon. i got married to bree this year, since you werent here to marry again:)

i am off to atlanta early tomorrow morning, to chase a burning man love affair and see if it can exist in a real world as well as it did in a dried river basin in the middle of nowhere. im staying on the east coast for awhile after that… i am turning 30! somewhere in the mix of east coast travel plans, falling in love plans, being a guest at a wedding plans, being a surprise guest at my parents house plans… there are a number of things i want to do for my birthday. i sort of want to have an art event where i get 30 photographers and painters to capture the image of a girl on the brink of this part of adulthood. the wheels in my brain are set in motion for this. i also want to be around as many people i love as possible for the weeks before and after 30, with as many little parties as possible for weeks, being as the night of turning this number i will be at an art opening in flordia for a boy i deeply likelikelike.

in other news: i had a bondage photoshoot yesterday. i want more more more of that. i created a new modeling profile in atlanta– there is lots of interest. i guess i thought this part of my life was winding down, but its not. i love it and am not ready to be done with it just yet.

<3 <3 <3

items purchased in new jersey to go to the black rock desert (by playa-bound suzy)

a bridal veil
some shirts i potentially wore while ‘clubbing’ in late high school, including, a black metal-ish drapey shirt (its astounding. and, it shows middrift.)
tight ski pants onesy thing
a HUGE white poofy amazing long crinoline skirt
an evening gown with an beautiful high beaded neck
a straw hat
another straw hat that is very cowboy like
a menswear black vest with a low back

i want to be mod. in goggles. i want to be fancy. in dusty evening wear.
i want to take pics. with a new SLR camera that i willNOT fuck up.
i want you to be there. alas, in the next few years we will be there together again.

<3

my new fantasy life in new england! -a

northampton, mass.

maybe you’d like to come suzy?  2 hours from boston.  4 hours from the cities and homes our families are in?

The city of Northampton is the county seat of Hampshire County, Massachusetts, United States. As of the 2010 census, the population of Northampton’s central neighborhoods was 28,549. Northampton is part of the Pioneer Valley, and also one of the northernmost cities in theKnowledge Corridor - a cross-state cultural and economic partnership with other Connecticut River Valley cities and towns.

Northampton is home to Smith College and the Clarke School for the Deaf. Smith students (along with those of the associatedFive Colleges) contribute to Northampton’s “college town” atmosphere.

>>>>>Today, Northampton is known as an artistic, musical, and counter-culture hub. It features a large and politically influential LGBTcommunity, along with numerous alternative health and intellectual organizations.^[4] <<<<<<  Based on U.S. Census demographics, election returns, and other criteria, the website Epodunk rates Northampton as the most politically liberal medium-sized city (population 25,000-99,000) in the United States.^[5]

 

 

summer. passing. east coast, then back. -A

SUZY!

Seems almost expected that our summer travels and coast jumping would have us missing each other by just days here and there.  I remember many trips to the east and NYC would be with you away from your Brooklyn life.

I almost was going to meet Leah in NY.. or Dave A and still it all seemed uninteresting, after the years of visiting you there.  Even the brooklyn family kids were away.  So I saved my pennies and stuck around home.  I surely got in some fun galas and parties and friends and fam on my 3 week visit here.  Leah was down with me for my silly backyard Italian carnival.  We ate and drank lots of crappy delicious things!

I had a day on Sandy Hook, hanging on the beach and staring at the smoggy Brooklyn skyline.  I attempted to leave family to sun bathe and head north to the nudie beach, but after a mile or more walk, I realized it was not in walking distance and I was highly disappointed to miss out on the east coast’s largest nude beach.

Yesterday I spent the day with fun cousins, young and old, at Great Adventure in Jersey…

I did some FUCKED up coaster called KingdaKA…  its 450 feet int he air.  You go up, and go down and thats IT..  was an insane experience.   I’m trying to paste someone else’s video in…

 

Monday I’m in Philly with Jon…. then back to Portland a week before heading to Reno and San Fran…

We’ll stay in touch about dates, possible overlaps that could occur.

COME TO PORTLAND IN SEPTEMBER… I have the month off and free and relaxed before school.

 

Other things I smile at.