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macarons, guinness, and ny mag. (in hayes valley).

Women on Wheels: So hot!

Starting my own bike gang, just like this…stay tuned, lady friends. 

Yak with pak.

nice fur “skirt” you’ve got there, sir.

look at this thing. christ. i want to ride him over some mountains and feed him hay snacks. do you think he would be interested?

here are your four fancy facts about yaks:

  • these beasts are huge: adults stand 5.2 to 7.2 feet tall at the shoulder and weigh 670–2,200 pounds
  • they have rounded, cloven hooves. (not sure what this means, but i like the way it sounds)
  • the female udders and the man-yak scrotums small and hairy, as protection against the cold
  • ladies have four teats

Fiona: “Love Ridden”

“Love Ridden”

Love ridden, I’ve looked at you
With the focus I gave to my birthday candles
I’ve wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow
And baby, I wished for you
Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
And I wanna crawl in with you
But I cry instead
I want your warm, but it will only make
Me colder when it’s over, 
So I can’t tonight, baby
No, not “baby” anymore – if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave
My hand won’t hold you down no more
The path is clear to follow through
I stood too long in the way of the door
And now I’m giving up on you
No, not “baby” anymore- if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave
No, not “baby” anymore- if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave

 

September: A solid month for doing stuff.

Here are some ideas:
Swimming.
-Find a pool and do laps a couple times a week.
-I guess this means I need a swimsuit. And goggles. Do I need one of those silly suction bonnets?
-Seems spendy.
-A good metaphor for the fall: Dive in. Kick and stroke in my own lane. Breath deep and consciously.

Belly Dancing and/or Pole Dancing Class:
-A fun, ridiculous way to feel sexy.
-Saucy moves are always in style.
-No major commitment. Just a couple to brush up on some hip and seduction skills.
-Confidence booster.

Volunteer?
-Might be nice to do something with kids and/or dogs. The combo would be killer. I mean, excellent. TBD.

Make some rad terrariums for my cage (a.k.a. cubicle).

Make some art with my hands.

Make some art with my camera(s).

Bike lots and lots.
-Somewhere solo. Maybe into the headlands on a Saturday afternoon.
-Start a badass, lady touring-bike gang and plan a trip for October.
-Take a trip….swimming hole? Hiking? ect. ect. help help help me plan.

Stream Dream: St. Vincent + David Byrne

David-Byrne-St-Vincent-Giant

So much talent. Good album for helping your cubicle feel less like a cage. Goes nice with the shitty office coffee. Obviously still testing out its ability to comfort girls in bad moods.

Out today and free to stream over at NPR.

YT: Eddi Front

I take my mark, wait for the cue, and begin the routine I’ve created.

I’m horizontal atop the white sheets and crumpled down comforter, but making movements like those of grand ballerinas and famous figure skaters. Pirouettes and pointed toes, I reach my arms overhead as my spine dramatically arches over the side of the bed. I dance between floor and ceiling, gracefully existing in the space between earth and sky. My blood dances to gravity’s lead, multiplying the consequences of last night’s bottle. My hair still smells of wind. My bare skin cold like before. I dance to avoid. I dance to ignore. To ignore. To keep from standing on the ground two feet below.

Read the full post and hear the tracks that inspired the dance at www.YoursTru.ly