Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Meet T., my friends nephew. After his parents spent nearly $200 in quarters on the Monster Claw trying to win him the stuffed Spiderman that he had his heart set on, T. decided to take matters into his own hands.

This photo is exactly why I fear procreating.
For sure, this will be my child, except not only will he be trapped inside the Monster Claw, he'll also be choking on a jawbreaker....

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Today, I'm crazy angry.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Oh Daddy....
Aint nothing better than a cupcake eating face-off with poppa dukes to knock you off the gluten-free wagon. He gave it his all....but I schooled him.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Robert Christopher Whalen

February 11, 1979 - May 12, 2006

I remember the night I took this...Our anniversary. We celebrated by returning to the drive-in, where we had our first official "date" two years prior. It was super hot, the dead of August, the mosquitoes attacked us as we laid outside the car on blankets, eating ice cream and trying to pay attention to the movie. When we could take no more of the mosquitoes incessant biting, we crawled back into the car. Once alone together, we got lost in the heaviness of the air that surrounded us, in the heaviness of our own breathing. As was often the case when I spent time with you, that was a magical night...and many more followed.

9 months later you were dead....Died alone on the floor of your mothers living room, needle still in your arm. I remember when I got the call. It was a Saturday, and the sun had just made its way up. I remember thinking "who the fuck is calling me at this hour?"....annoyed, indignant.

In the days that followed, I was your widow...although never married. Black dress, black shawl, hair pulled back from my swollen red face. I held your brothers tear-streaked hand as we pushed your casket to the front of St. Mary's, lit candles at the pulpit...."Peace be with you, and also with you". In the unbearable grief of those moments, I grew up. No longer twenty-seven, I felt as if I'd lived a thousand lives...I was changed forever.

"Every loss is an opportunity"...Today, three years after you've gone....these words ring true for me.

Thanks for blessing my universe for as long as you could.

Om Shanti.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Went to see H.H. Dalai Lama yesterday with my dear friend E . I made the early morning trip down to Town Hall, on the heels of a late and emotionally charged night. Woke with swollen eyes and a a quasi-hollow heart, hoping my visit to the DL would put a few things in perspective for me.

And of course it did. I mean troubles aren't so bad when compared to being forced to live in exile from your homeland for 50 years (and counting). I heard a lot of deeply insightful things yesterday, lots of juicy morsels of wisdom were spoken, things that I'll no doubt carry with me into eternity.

But the most profound thing I heard the DL say was "I don't know". He responded to a question from the former President of Ireland, Mary Robinson, with these three simple words.

"I dont know"....And right then and there I didn't feel so hollow-hearted anymore. Because he didn't know, he didn't have the answer, he didn't pretend to have the answer....didn't fast talk his way to the other side of the question, didn't defer to anyone else, didn't change the subject...he just didn't know, and he humbly admitted it.

And if the Dalai Lama can not "know", then I don't feel half bad floating through life in a general state of un-knowing.
Om Shanti...

Monday, April 27, 2009

woof woof...

Ben: "So I'm thinking of starting a musical theater troupe with highly trained dogs....I'm going to be the director."
Noell: "Like a canine version of 'Shakespeare in the Park'?"
Ben: "Yes, exactly."
Noell: "Nice. We need more of those kinds of things....What will you perform?"
Ben: "Cats."

Monday, April 20, 2009

Thanks for burning out my retinas Mr. Mercedes.

Halogen headlights are direct descendants of Satan himself. They seem to come standard on every luxury car made after 2006, and I detest them.

I truly believe that halogen bulbs are yet another way that we, the working class, are being beat down by the man. Every day, the retinas of the working and poor class folk are being singed out by entitled luxury car-driving tailgaters. It's an atrocity...and it has to stop.