Joni: This Flight Tonight

Look out the left the captain said

The lights down there, that's where we'll land

I saw a falling star burn up

Above the Las Vegas sands

It wasn't the one that you gave to me

That night down south between the trailers

Not the early one

That you can wish upon;

Not the northern one

That guides in sailors

Oh starbright, starbright

You've got the lovin' that I like, all right

Turn this crazy bird around

I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight...

I'm drinking sweet champagne

Got the headphones up high

Can't numb you out

Can't drum you out of my mind

They're playing goodbye baby, baby, goodbye

Ooh, ooh, love is blind

Up go the flaps, down go the wheels

I hope you got your heat turned on baby

I hope they finally fixed your automobile

I hope it's better when we meet again baby.

Graduate

The Class of 2008 

That's my sister, the pensive looking one, at her high school graduation. She leaves for college on Sunday. I would like to think I've paved the way... But even with college our polarities shine through. She's already packed. I habitually opt for a more last minute approach, like jamming things into my life-for-three-months suitcase four hours before my plane left for London. She's already met her roommate and didn't experience the panic/fear of the first phone call across the country only to be hung up on before I could ask who should bring the microwave. All her books have been ordered at discount prices online, that's just a hundred times smarter than I was, lugging my pre-packed sticker price box of books back to the dorm and my first plunge into bookstore account debt. Maybe, the pure act of doing everything the exact opposite of me is a result of me doing it all first. But really, it's not at all about me, I'm going to give it up. I just hope she remembers liquor before beer you're in the clear. 

Sustainability

What if everyone planted a flower box and stuffed it full of vegetables? There is something incredibly gratifying about watching something you tend grow, you worry about it, labor over it, water it religiously, rig elaborate do it yourself irrigation systems when you go away on vacation, and talk about its progress with each other. Everyone, everywhere can grow something, be it squash in the flower box hanging over the balcony railing or basil on the kitchen window sill.

In the spirit of sustainability and consciousness: 

http://www.worldwithoutus.com/

http://www.betterplace.com/

If I had $300...

If I had $300 and an apartment, I would buy this and host a PACT, take portraits of all the guests and be in love. I was 25 minutes early for my interview at The Gap... It was hot out so I decided to walk into Pottery Barn to cool off and found this... What a happy depressing accident of consumerism...

See it Here

Michael Kragh

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Summerlin/Boca Park: Room for rent

I waited on hold for 45 minutes. I rearranged the spice cabinet, emptied the dishwasher, unpacked my things, arranged a new desk area, contemplated putting my phone on speaker and down on the counter to wash the dishes, I thought about hanging up, but hesitated as the recorded voice repeated "your call will be processed in the order it was received, please don't hang up and call back, this will only further your wait." 

He came home between tours, a smudge of dirt on his cheek, flustered. We had a conversation while the phone stayed pressed to my ear, he came over and kissed me hello, I stood at the end of the counter watching him, unclear why he was home in the middle of the day. He inhaled deeply and left and came back. He forgot his bike, I waited on hold.

It didn't feel like 45 minutes but I became impatient. I dared myself to hang up and when I did I felt bad but better because I could choose not to wait because I'm not yet one of those women who has to, in panic, in remorse, in desperation for the next available customer service representative at the state welfare office just to keep the lights on.

I wonder if he was surprised, like me, when the automated message service called us poor.

Peace Studies

Kids on a trolley bus, San Francisco, CA.

Peace Studies

Example 1:

http://www.viiphoto.com/showstory.php?nID=760