things that make me so unbelievably happy...it should...

...really it should just be illegal:

bacon, egg and cheese on a roll - um hi heaven

ABN - adult beverage night

coming home at 3am and causing a scene

reunion time with christian and alex and meridith and doc holiday's WOOOT [I have a photo of Christian in the market at like 230am and it’s kinda priceless coming soon!]

head automatica - for saving my life today. after 3 hours of sleep the past 2 nights i thought it quite possible i just might involuntarily teleport outta my body this morning on the subway. yes that means i was feeling pretty delerious. solution? blast head automatic on my ipod and unabashedly DANCE on the subway (yes in public). not only am i now awake but i'm giggling still and singing lines from 'laghing at you' 'at the speed of a yellow bullet' and 'lying through your teeth'

oh joy
oh me
oh my

oh yeah! and speaking of reunions. some random i met like um eight months ago resurfaced outta nowhere last night. love it.

and my phone is bursting now with all the new friends that are in it.


and
and
and

michael if you're reading this you better get yer skinny ass up to nyc next weekend before we send a squadron of angry mobsters to pick you up and deliver you to us.

shannon's here in 3 days ummm kinda the best thing EVER

jess will be here too ummm herro

and oh yeah don't forget kill hannah.
dance party anyone?

the end.


ps
if you need to
a) wake up
b) laugh and smile and feel happy to be alive
c) i'm tired, just watch this:

what you witness.

what you witness. is beauty and truth. feeling their way. through archaic boundaries. through sweat and tears…bloodstains. giving through grieving. dancing in the sorrow of the self. to find rebirth. wait with regret no more. do not forestall growth for reminiscence. there is a place and time for all of this. and here. right now. in heaven. where we wait. i give and give again. in order to save myself. in order that we may find. what’s forgotten is already forgiven.

freedom.

the taste is inexplicable. gorgeous. edible. happiness-love-here - & -now-thank you.

bklyn. it's a love affair.

game on. bklyn, i love you! it's true. rampant screaming rain. thunder. lightening. surprise visit from a los angeles partner in crime. walking at least 8 miles. crossing the williamsburg bridge on foot. laying all the way down on aforementioned and very wet bridge. predicting the weather. 7 minutes anyone? spain winning the euro cup. spike hill madness. seeing jes hudak singing backup for enrique iglasius/ [rad]. impromptu brazilian dance parties. secret art galleries. insanely beautiful debaucerous graffiti. glasslands how i adore you and cannot wait to find you again. rockstar bar how tragically hip you are i can't wait to play there. kent street with your red door and art (ichobod? jesus? yes!). wandering wandering wandering. perfect. jax and taly. ummm you rule. oh yes and do not ever forget roebeling tea house. omg yum in my mouth.

and manhattan you are still loved too. for your amazing thai food, pukk you save my soul. hell's kitchen for your brand new irish bar. doc holiday's for bringing me stellar friends and more fun than anyone should be allowed to have with a jukebox. meridith, christian, i love you.

all of this. in under 24 hours? a good sunday indeed. ladies and gentlemen. kim garrison is back.

get the full [visual] scoop here

highlights?

sacred geometry.

you are shades of green,
misinterpreted.
ancient grass of words
which speak rhythms to me.
my heart, unbinding lives
of languid time.
lost
you are loosening
my lucid lines of living
with your hands
inching in
without words.
stitching all the places
unworthy of regret,
into phrased phases.

misinterpret
my understanding
of what this is…

simple
sacred geometry

maybe.

maybe i have leapt into the abyss. seeking an unknown enemy. righting myself in the face of what has been lost. of what i have given up to be here. maybe i am no longer without shame. without guilt. favored by god no more. seeking an empty mirror in an unknown land in a space so far from where it is i began. maybe. just maybe. he will still find me. walking without pretense. breathing without want. needing without answers. feeling without fight. maybe.

wasted.

wasted. time. on images. ideas. percentages of faith restored. with warmth. promised. dreams only imagined. paths to cross. [despising witness]. slow wickedness. absentminded illusion. growth from the picket lines of fairness. only what we see can we witness. in such worth as only words can bring. this list of lust and longitude. this laughable space of certainty and calamity.


indecipherable.
decidedly imaginable.

photo shoots. police. jameson. and more.

my amazing friend navani wrote the most perfectly accurate blog about the weekend.
check it!

Navani Knows how to be a production assistant…



Running in creative circles like I do means actively supporting those around you in their endeavors. Most times it comes in the form of going to a friend’s show. Other times, as I learned this weekend, it means picking up a new skill set. For example, acting as production assistant on an impromptu Brooklyn wide photo shoot. I received a crash course in styling, photography and British culture while on location with my singer/songwriter friend Kim Garrison.

I may be in the midst of a career change as we speak people…GO KIM STREET TEAM! WOOT!

It was very reminiscent of an episode of America’s Next Top Model on a Brooklyn street challenge. Kim plays the contestant minus the crying, David Renfrey plays Nigel, the British Photographer, and I am the not gay, less glamorous art director Jay, minus the platinum hair. I shouted out directions and fixed her hair, but mostly just carried bags and sat with them.


In any case it was a cool experience playing apprentice!

Highlights included:

* Helping Kim get over her fear of heights on the Williamsburg Bridge.
* Learning how to measure light with special equipment and having it
added to my PA duties (along with watching the bags).
* Playing fashion show while eating butternut squash baked pizza.
YUM!
* Pinning up a nightgown and pretending it was suitable to wear outside at
6 pm.(MAKE IT WORK)
* Taking a picture of someone taking a picture. (STREET TEAM ACTION SHOTS WOO HOO)
* Kim yelling at everyone as they walked into Rockwood music hall to go to
the other room and not look at her.
* Getting accosted by the park police for not having a permit to shoot
pictures (after shooting for over an hour).
* The park police not noticing the huge bottle of Jameson we had with us
on location.
* Skater guy watching us shoot at the park.
* Skater guy following us around the block and watching us again.
* Kim sprawled out on a purple bench.
* Kim in the middle of the street with her dress and 4 inch heels, screaming
periodically that she is NOT a street walker.
* Finding the space invaders symbol painted on the wall.
* Skater guy still watching us
* Kim waving to the police hoping they don’t mistake her for a street walker.
* Trying to find the damn pier.
* Not finding the pier entrance, but stumbling on the best diner known to
mankind (Relish Diner)
* Learning terminology like “closer “(a closer body shot) and “neat” (drink
without ice).
* David reading his manual - um how long have you been a professional
photographer?
* David figuring out color saturation. We heart color saturation!
* Kim and I getting hit on by an eight-year-old outside the bodega - “you so
sexy, and your friend too:”
* Me learning about embedding colors and the real definition of a flat in the
same breath.
* Saying, “of course” after everything.
* Making David listen to Soko “I’ll kill her.”
* David loving the song.
* Getting scared by large groups of tourists in Dumbo.
* Running away from Dumbo shortly thereafter.
* Me speaking in a British accent for the remainder of the day.

So, it is very fitting that I am being sent to cover the AOL Fashionista photoshoot later today. Stay tuned for that blog…

find out more about navani here - http://navaniknows.wordpress.com/

post clown camp. the 'pretty sure' update.

i'm pretty sure i should not be allowed out in public alone and then drink a lot of tequila. i'm just sayin....

i'm pretty sure i have about 7 mysterious bruises that i've acquired since arriving back in nyc

i'm pretty sure i'm fairly apathetic about being home. which is a strange feeling. especially alarming if you know me at all....

i'm pretty sure canada is inspiring me right now

i'm pretty sure i'll be back in CA this time up north the first few days of may

i'm pretty sure clown camp east coast needs to be happening asap

i'm pretty sure life rules even though i can't barely function at the moment (this having something to do with being mia for 2 days and no one noticing!?)

i'm pretty sure i'm happy to be home with my mongo

i'm pretty sure i am missing clown 1 and 2, ichabod and the crew A LOT

i'm pretty sure i love you.



xoxokg.

you know you're at clown camp when...

you play hooky from your own life and most of your friends don't even know what coast you are currently on (ps. left)

your ability to function as a 'normal' human being in public is severely disabled and frankly downright embarrassing

you sneak out of the dance-arama party to go cause trouble at tiny's (no baby oil this time. thanks g!) and when you get home five boys are in the kitchen eating bacon, french toast, popcorn, beer and corn-dogs

you find yourself doing jazzersize at 3am with the tallest boy you've ever met in your life... in your underwear

and in closing i would just like to say 'are you a idiot?'

[clown camp la participants: head mistress! (kg), shannon (#2), kimberly (#1), caleb (cit/ichabod), shorty, corey, puddin, justin, gina, stacey and a few other stragglers]

photos you DO NOT want to miss coming soon soon soon. for now? take this:

you.

these small spaces. where love gets in. the inevitable crack. the release of need and the approach of all that is. no matter what skin you may see. no matter what skin you may eat. the face of my will in this mirror. the singe of such need. still ever apparent. i will always. hold. the trust of my soul. in your eyes. the need of such beauty to be released. and only you would know. and only you could see. so silent. in this. space. i release. i wait. i function. with a balanced act. of intuition. lasting lust. beauty. truth. and you. always. coming back. to you.

a passing death.

i may never understand the secrets of the heart. when spoken mouth to ear. never covet another when the reason are obvious and now quite clear. that nothing has survived. that no one can contain...what reasons still exist. for this. lasting pain. for this. loving surge of anonymity. regret. disbelief. that love. through ALL of this. can still exist.

2008 plug awards.

i love our music. bat for lashes. devendra banhart (he was mia BOO!). jose gonzalez. nick cave. rock. read the review and pics here.

xoxokg.

finally...

clarity...in the space between...finds silence, blinding. it aches where no one sees. where cause and effect dance at last and again place want inside fingers that have lusted so long for this freedom. if you witness my last breath would you know the secrets...longing... directing my movement all these years? would you see the actions of my heart on display in overarching color, worlds of words walking your way? could it ever be any more simple than this? right now? in this present moment? to forgive...and forge ahead with everything i have to give...to you and us in this brilliance in this recognizant world in this glorious birth of standing alone on my own two feet. such simplicity. such sanity. such clarity. finally.