stephen hayes

Stephen Hayes, Following Our Fates Where They Lead, 2021, oil on canvas on panel, 30 x 30”. Courtesy of Elizabeth Leach Gallery.

i could live on xanax???

i mean honestly i could? could i? i think so, right? or would i get used to it and have to just take 1000 pills. but honestly it really helps combat stress and makes me SLIGHTLY chiller [the two times i take it yearly]. instead, i’m staring at one of those giant cold/hot patches i bought, trying to figure out how to put it on my neck and back without accidentally placing it in my hair. IN OTHER BORING NEWS, today was a weird emo day, one coworker out sick, the other working from home (from emotional distress), so i was working alone, which is actually fine, but then WFH coworker came in and wanted to chat about the emotional distress, which gets ME frazzled cuz she just wants to talk like we’re relaxing on hammocks, but meanwhile i have one million things to do. later one of our nice board members brought me homemade strawberry sorbet (!) and this nice older gent came in and we talked about his home that he’d just sold where he and his first wife lived for 28 years (they were married for 44) and then she passed away and how life has its ups and downs but ultimately it’s beautiful.

(in other news, let’s be frank, are real estate agents on the slightly evil side of the spectrum? i can’t see how they’re helping gentrification issues exactly…though i know it’s more complex than that.)

THE END, GOOD NIGHT, I MUST NOW READ FOR COLLEGE

A Photographer’s Parents Wave Farewell

my favorite thing i’ve seen in awhile — the photo series “A Photographer’s Parents Wave Farewell”

CONTAINS:

look, i know marshmallows contain gelatin but i just have never seen it writ quite so plain before

TAM!

this is a photo of a woman i went to high school with and i’m just v into how she is (still) totally her own person and rocking it. new instrument who dis? may we all be so comfortable in our skins.

uh oh

had a sex dream about olivia munn the other night. full disclosure i have been embarrassingly SHOOK by the olivia munn/john mulaney drama (zero percent my business but — i just weirdly am feeling every part of it, including the addiction part, which i understand and yet don’t understand) (“can’t you just do cocaine and stay successful and keep going for life?”).

ps found an old 2006 email about arcade fire’s “lies” and in truth, it holds up.

it’s a vibe

rodarte spring 2022 via vogue

the master of the pat

from the ny times obituary “Delores Custer, 79, Dies; Gave Star Turns to Cornflakes and Noodles”:

“Some stylists have specialties, but Delores could do anything,” said Colin Cooke, a still life and food photographer who shot hundreds of ads with Ms. Custer. However, he said, she shone particularly in margarine. At one point they worked for a company that owned 11 different brands.

“She was the master of the pat,” Mr. Cooke said, “the queen of the dollop, the swirl and the curl.”

tywin lannister

had a dream that tywin lannister from game of thrones kicked me out of a threeway for not being sexy enough. dream interpreters, i welcome your thoughts.

also this song!

good things

a few good things:

• pink neon nail polish from target
• prime suspect on hulu (ads are meh but i’ll take it for awhile) (mirren was 46 when she made prime suspect, which is both cheering and destabilizing)
• my new blazer — taking it back to my high school style yo
• wrapping levi’s new lava lamp
• the blistering guitar solos in “down by the river” (this live video is so long but it does capture how they’re just diving into the story of the song through that riff)
• all the tomatoes
• the new spiderman trailer
• labor day holiday BLESS

bad things:

• perma state of awkwardness and unease in regard to marfa, friendship, all social interactions
• tears leaking out of me eyes when ross played ernie graham’s “for a little while”
• i had a SHORT volunteer shift at the marfa lights festival, but they were overstaffed so i asked if i should stay, and when the boss said i could just stay and hang out, my face got a look of pure horror on it. i’m sorry all friends, i’m not in a good place

neither good nor bad:

• the martin short/steve martin/selena gomez show “only murders in the building” — it’s like vaguely out-of-touch but comforting old tea