Self portrait thursday

She is such a dreamer...

who is that in that bunny costume?

10 calorie sugar free jello

How I love you and your jiggly jello ways!!! Let me count the ways:
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Defibrillating the letter.

Here is one of my new note cards: great for all of your spring messages. Like:

"I'm sorry to rain on your parade, but I totaled the new car. Sorry."

"April showers bring May flowers, and spring babies!"

"Happy spring. This was the sweetest religiously neutral card I could find, because it is important to stay P.C."

It is what it is.

it is what it is

A) A phrase that seems to simply state the obvious but actually implies helplessness.

You hear this a lot nowadays, about gas prices, and your mother-in-laws behavior. But this sense of helplessness goes deeper. The people of my generation tend to have their questions of why answered with words like because, or thats the way it is, or I don't know. Questions about poverty, about differences, about race and sex, are all simply dismissed as an unchangeable truth. Many young people remain complacent and without the drive to strive for a change. And those who do believe, are often told its a waste of time, people wont change, change is not possible. But with out hope, can we as Americans have a future? We cannot simply continue to exist in this state of accepted racism, appalling poverty rates, and inadequate education because we as a country will never get anywhere, or achieve the things we can achieve as a collective whole. Change is possible, but only as a whole, not as a individuals.

The letter is dying.

While going through the remnants of a not so long ago childhood, I happened upon a box of letters, you know, the hand-written kind. Love notes from my first boyfriend, long epithets from my best friend, containing her laments of being a post-pubescent teenager in an arts high school. But no one writes letters anymore, just emails and text messages. And while the invention of the email has been a godsend to people like me with appalling handwriting (Gabriel Garcia Marques talks about this in Living to tell the Tale) I still miss the hand written note. Text messages are often short and hurried, and emails often feel so impersonal. So I've decided to come up with more note cards for my etsy shop. And who knows, maybe I will single handily bring the handwritten letter back.

Why?

Today on my way home I saw what looked to be a windshield wide flat screen t.v. playing rap videos out of the back windshield, where no one could possible be watching, except the people out side.

Solidarity on the subway.

The other day on the subway, a man was either very high or very tired and he was sitting alone on one of the two peoson seats on the number 4 train to Brooklyn, nodding off, his head dangling between his knees. I kept think he is gonna fall out ofhis chair any second, and sure enough the train stopped short and he fell out of the chair rolled over, sat up, and ran off the train, stumbled and fell face first on the platform, and the subway doors closed. I look at the person sitting across from me, and the entire car starts laughing. It was a moment of solidarity as we all laughed at something that really wasn't and shouldn't be funny.

What are we fighting for?

New drawing. Check it out!!!

oppressed watermelons.

I was in the grocery store with my grandma and we see watermelon quarters on sale and I go to get one, and she says no its not the season for them, they won't be sweet. I say that probably it wasn't even grown here, it was probably grown in some Central or Southern American 3rd world country, where its always watermelon season. She says then why are they on sale? It would cost a fortune to import them. I say cause its easier to oppress third world countries. You can pay them 2¢ to grow watermelons, you can't so that to some farmer in Florida. So we keep walking down the fruit isle and I say, you don't want them? and she says no, I don't want watermelons from some oppressed country, they probably wont taste good. I'll wait till summer. And I say they will probably still not be American Watermelons. What makes you think your watermelon will be less oppressed in July?