city-wide ice cream shortage

scoops was closed last night because of the oscars. and now ice pan is down for renovations. come onn what about me

nørrebro fight dogs

lucky ol' sun

give me nothing to do but roll around heaven all day

mamma

i need to buy these

things

i admire people like cchen and stephanemone who seem to live in harmony amongst a few, select belongings. they make each thing seem special, like it has a very special place and purpose. their care and pride for each thing makes you lust after the thing yourself because it looks so special. i somewhat wish i lived more like this, instead of in this unorganized chaos with my forgotten possessions blown about like feathers by wind. but this would not be very like me.

snegurochka

she is the daughter of Spring and Frost, who yearns for the companionship of mortal humans. She grows to like a shepherd named Lel, but her heart is unable to know love. Her mother takes pity and gives her this ability, but as soon as she falls in love, her heart warms up and she melts.

kim coppola

real-time impressions of city of angels

7:33 i don't know if i can take nicolas cage seriously

7:35 hurrah it's set in los angeles. i see my city

7:36 i can't take nicolas cage seriously

7:43 meg ryan is a convincing heart surgeon

7:51 this angel stuff is ridiculous. ooh the central library

7:53 A MOVEABLE FEAST CAMEO

7:55 what if guardian angels really do spend all their time attending to hot blondes

7:57 they just mentioned house of pies

8:02 there is negative chemistry between meg and nicolas. that's because that may actually be a mannequin masquerading as nicolas cage on screen.

8:03 if i have to keep listening to nicolas cage listening to people's thoughts i myself am going to die

8:04 nicolas cage should be barred from playing any non-mafioso roles. a moveable feast pt 2

8:07 this movie sucks. why moveable feast? does nicolas cage's mouth move when he talks?

8:23 great dog shot

8:32 strange choice of angel uniform

8:37 i don't think i was supposed to laugh through the big reveal

8:39 why are these angels always perching on things like they're crows

8:58 great dog shot

conclusion: nicolas cage's face is always half orgasm half brain dead

the last wednesday

my last wednesday of freedom. bagel helped me drive my car backwards up a hill, mrs. tuckersman and i bought bitters, sat in a donut shop on Vermont and Melrose, i had a chocolate-covered donut and thin coffee and mrs. tuckersman had a boba thai ice tea smoothie, and then we went and ate sushi, and afterwards rhi and i ate bratwurst and drank beer out of big cups and now i'm watching the redneck episode of toddlers and tiaras and trying to get as drunk as possible and still show up at work tomorrow.

catch a grenade hand on a blade

the lobby music is absolutely deafening

black marigolds

Even now

I mind the coming and talking of wise men from towers
Where they had thought away their youth. And I, listening,
Found not the salt of the whispers of my girl,
Murmur of confused colours, as we lay near sleep;
Little wise words and little witty words
Wanton as water, honeyed with eagerness.

Even now
The night is full of silver straws of rain,
And I will send my soul to see your body
This last poor time. I stand beside our bed;
Your shadowed head lies leaving a bright space
Upon the pillow empty, your sorrowful arm
Holds from your side and clasps not anything.
There is no covering upon you.

Even now
I know that I have savoured the hot taste of life
Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast.
Just for a small and a forgotten time
I have had full in my eyes from off my girl
The whitest pouring of eternal light.
The heavy knife. As to a gala day.

locksmith

two days ago a man was trapped in the bathroom at the los feliz coffee bean. rescue efforts were farcical; the barista wielded a screwdriver and the devil a broad knife, the door handle was ripped off but the door remained stuck, and all the while the man pounded his fists from the other side.

chrysanthemums

i win

brochure sweatshop

i'm getting that feeling again. that i'm blind feeling.

growing pains

I remember a time when all I wanted was to receive mail and pick up the phone and now I don't want either of those things. I would cry when my brother picked up the phone before I did. Now I just let it ring and ring.

come in with the rain

so so so happy to be with missy chen. she is soaking wet from the raining. she smells like coconut shampoo and pee.