the chaos that has stopped me from blogging

with spring should come renewal, but instead it has brought chaos and uncertainty.

a brief update is necessary to excuse the extended blogging absence. even though, in my case, blogging is incidental, voluntary, and needn't excuses during brief periods of posting-silence - i still supply you with one, and a good one at that.

the last couple of weeks have been chaotic and ridiculous in true utah fashion. ("utah" adj. the love-child of a bizarre maury-style threesome between words "odd," "stupid," and "awkward.")

drew and i moved to a new apartment last weekend, which was caused by and posed a whole bunch of issues not internet-worthy. amidst the chaos that is packing up two people's lives, moving it 5 miles, and unpacking it, there are job related concerns and subsequent financial woes that keep weighing down our chests to the point that i desperately wanted to go home. yes, NYC home.

the following charts explicate my stress levels in macro and micro analysis.



as you can tell by the latter chart...things have calmed down, sort of. thankfully, time does seem to possess healing potential or at least some sort of sedative, numbing, yogic drug with a blurred "calming" effect. there are ups and downs, though im still queasy when i think too hard for long periods of time. there are things on our plate that will still take weeks to figure out. thats just how it is, how life is (right?). ive come to realize how nice it is to talk to both my and drew's parents about things which i feel so fucking clueless about, scared even - truly, a verbal prozac. being blast into "adult" life in utah? of all places is fucking hysterical if you think about it. what we are going through is absolutely absurd and will truly make a great story one day, if we make it out alive... haha.

in the midst of crazy line charts and all of the simultaneous vaguery and clarity i can muster, i find myself making lists of things in order to keep sane. some lists that have been made: "things that make me sad". "things that make me happy". "things that stress me out". "things that i can do to alleviate said stress".

in an effort to play catch-up with you without having to formulate complete sentences, i supply you with two of these lists.

today's lists:

things that have changed:
residence and mailing address
jobs
weather
income
desire to go home

things that have stayed the same:
love and relationships that matter
love of food
opinions
rights

DISCLAIMER:
despite my stress levels and use of negative verbage in this post, things are totally okay in relation to such atrocities as genocide, war, poverty, starvation, incest, human rights violations, censorship, death, theft, or even mormon conversion. there is no reason to be concerned; i blog in order to document the ridiculousness that is utah, while still trying to maintain some sort of privacy... go figure.

rachel maddow awesomeness

What happens when intelligent liberal media takes the obviously uncalculated, unedited conservatively propagated event (and its unfortunately hysterical associated terms) and runs with it.











man shes so good.

how can i get this guy's job?

just discovered this site. absolutely incredible 360 panoramas of some pretty sweet sites.

i was standing right here!

france is awesome!

i miss home!

okay so for real... how were these built?

i still miss home!

but OH UTAH!

i dont have to veil my hair to view this!

just gander in awe!

sud america!

disney aint got nothin on dickens!

crazy hippies!

really, dude?

so have i mentioned i want to go home?

everyone loves the lama!

awesome. freakin awesome. have fun killing hours traveling the world from your living room or office. incredible.

today nikki and joey are taking their first ever snowboarding lesson down at the canyons resort. i am sad that i am not out there with them, but hoping they are rocking it hard. results of this excursion to follow shortly.

in other news, last night we hung out into the wee hours of the night talking and watching you-tube videos. my personal favorite..."Aww shit, get your towels ready it's about to go down...":



its been quite some time since ive laughed so hard at a you-tube video... good times.

in other more culturally vibrant news...
there is this new art show opening at the Bancaja Cultural Center in Valencia that i wish i could patron. entitled, "evoking the female image," it traces artist Joan Miro's use of the female body in his works.

"Women as a theme run through all Miró’s work. It was an early allure that began during his training as an artist. It was a constant obsession that persisted into his maturity. Miró equated the female figure with the universe. Nonetheless, his portrayals tend to avoid idealization or praise. Miró observed women and his multiple visions reveal rigour, humour, tenderness, eroticism, drama, poetry or everyday life. Miró’s work features nudes, dancers, portraits, imaginary portraits, maternities, lovers, women bathed by water, the sun or the moon, women courted by birds or stars, and hybrid creatures that can be confused with men, stars, animals or plants. His fascination with the female image started out with descriptive figurative portrayals that later turned into ideograms, with elliptic poetical images evoking women through one of their identifying features, or into barely legible signs. Decade by decade, this exhibition traces his obsession from 1917 up to 1981, through paintings, drawings, sculptures, graphic work, photographs, and images and objects from his studios: the Sert Studio and Son Boter."

Not only is Miro's portrayal and encorporation of the female body tasteful and absolutely stunning, but really displays his respect for and the versatility that he believed the body had to offer. From stylized and schematic to figurative or abstract, Miro's women underwent a change so delicate and beautiful that i would love nothing more than to witness this metamorphosis in Valencia, right now.

sigh. instead, utah is what i am left with. another beauty that is altogether wonderful, but not Miro. clearly.

when it is a question of money, everybody is of the same religion

taxes are done, done, done.

::insert tax completion dance here::

and im getting the monies back! woop woop.
celebrate with me!
woop woop.

im never using turbo tax again, we can talk about that some other time.
but woo hoo do i feel good?


yes i do.

i feel like uncle sam just gave me a high five. woo hoo.

okay.

in other news: its snowing.

this is an idea of what park city looked like 48 hours ago:

spring was sneaking in, March 21st. warm, 70 degrees, sun shining, mini golf playing, roll down your windows cause its warm in the car, feel that breeze, spring weather.

this morning, drew had work at 7am so we got ready and stepped outside to see that it looked something like this:

for real.
snow.
has fallen.
winter.
is not over.

this storm is supposed to last overnight and into tomorrow morning when nikki and joey arrive. happy flying and happy days! at least they will get to witness white utah to its fullest potential and experience the snowboarding lesson that one coming out here to learn should experience. purdy sweet.

so yay snow!

did i mention my taxes are submitted, in, done?
CAUSE THEY ARE! WOO HOO!

and yet another set of visitors are gone

drew's fam came into town on 3.19 just as his friend ben flew out.
their stay was much anticipated, a nice dose of familial comfort and love was much needed. they came during an unconventionally warm utah spring, but were still able to ski (despite the slush). cross country adventure plans with his mom were rather impossible (the track was melty-melty) so instead of spiting ourselves with an un-fun muddy ordeal, we hung out on main street, gallery walked, and then spa'd our little panties off while the boys went shopping and induldged in march maddness. it was lovely.

they also took us out to a bunch of very delicious meals (special favorite: Chimayo) and left us all of the leftover groceries, including a very large chunk of extra sharp cheddar and three bottles of wine. mmmm. it was nice to talk about NYC and how we are longing to go back. Utah is beautiful and this summer is sure to be warm and wonderful, but both drew and i are already talking about our trip back home.

park city was never meant to be permanant. in fact, the city perfectly suits the transitional intentions we had coming here. the people are great, in the hospitality industry perfection kind of way that it has become known for...BUT we cannot survive here. we thrive off of urban discovery and potential. while drew's friend ben was here, we took off to SLC for some mini golf and fooding. after dinner, we took a stroll around the corner for some delectable gelato and then decided to complete the block-walk back to Betty. about half-way, i blurted out the realization that "hey, this feels so good! we're walking around! eating ice-cream! in a city!" it was so refreshing and comforting, not because it was Salt Lake City, but because it was something i thoroughly enjoyed back home. it is the pinnacle of so many memorable moments or conversations. (not-so) surprisingly, this is something i need in my life and it took moving to utah and driving everywhere for a couple of months to realize how much i value walking and commuting via competent public transportation. true, i could be sucked into the utah lifestyle and i COULD drive down to salt lake just to get my ice-cream stroll fix, but its just not the same. its just not the same.

my cousins arrive in less than 48 hours and that should be a blast. im pretty much set on blowing their minds...

happy birthday barbie

the pretty dolls seem broken to me
fragments of reality dressed in lacy clothes
that make many lust for them.
seldom advertised is what lies underneath
the tired joints, aching limbs, and
smiles fake but fabulous.

what are we teaching our future, our girls, our women?
"the world is okay, girls. forget the war.
heres a doll, dollface."
the special packaging screams, "we manufactured them just for you,"
as an inspiration perhaps?
using a formula that cannot be duplicated
like coca-cola
and too like the infamous carbonated sugar water
the pretty dolls tell lies.

in order to be cooler
smarter
prettier
wanted
you must follow my lead.
my designers have supplied me with this formula
that works. (how many times have we heard this before?)

so while little boys shoot guns and play golf
shaping their precious bodies and minds with sticks and balls
little girls fondle the pretty dolls, confused
dolls that dont age, learn, or die.
little girls, permanently enrolled in a program
perpetuated by magazines and movies
that claims to provide answers and alternatives
to questions that little girls are supposed to have...

supposed to have?

these questions are subtle, but devised
by the devious.
the pretty dolls have the answers
to questions that are manipulative and heartbreaking,
questions that only breed insecurities and paranoia
in our future, our girls, our women.
when we trip and fall
scraping our supposed to be shaven knees
the pretty dolls stand stiff, looking down
they cannot lend a hand
as we age and die, the pretty dolls
sit right where we last rendezvous'd
alone
so broken, so lost.
dolling out answers to questions I never asked her.

happy birthday barbie.
"youre one heck of a woman, dollface."

washington or vermont?

i have found the perfect master's program for me, its now just making it happen: deciding when i would want to enroll.

Goddard College - MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts

as it explains on the website (i have made bold and italicized the points that sold me):

The low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts is a five semester, 60 credit terminal degree program designed to facilitate students in articulating an original vision, refining expressive and technical skills, and experimenting in new directions. The low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts welcome all art practices, especially those that advance a collective understanding of what art is and what art can be. The program also welcomes practices that are not traditionally part of the Western art tradition. Students and faculty in the low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts Program form a vibrant community of artists in an egalitarian, cooperative, and inquiring learning environment.

The focus of the low residency MFA program is holistic, encouraging students to become the kind of artist they want to be, without trying to socialize them into any preconception of what an artist should be or should do. Students design their individual program of study based on their own interests and professional goals, with one-on-one mentoring from faculty advisors who are also working artists. The low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts Program is one of the few interdisciplinary arts programs in the world committed to reaching across the visual, conceptual and performing arts. Studies in the low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts program take into equal consideration all aspects related to art practices, including emotional, procedural, cultural, political, philosophical, and spiritual dimensions, as well as questions of the artist’s role in community and society.

Work of the Program

The low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts program combines the energizing and enriching potential of intense community and peer learning, with the freedom and flexibility of distance education through an eight day residency and a fifteen week semester of independent study. This format is ideal for artists who wish to attend graduate school without suspending their professional and personal commitments.

The focus of the low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts program is on providing the conditions for each individual artist to clarify their intentions and develop their own unique voice. Each student works one-on-one with faculty advisors to design their individual program of studies based on their own interests, their personal learning style, and their aspirations as professional artists. Students begin by designing an individualized study plan tailored to their specific goals for the program. At the beginning of each of the five semesters, students meet with their faculty advisor during the week-long residency to define the work they will pursue during the semester.

Each semester’s combination of creative and critical work is carried out in the student’s home community and supported by one-on-one mentoring by a faculty advisor. In addition to the goals of their individual study plans, low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts students complete a community-based practicum and produce a final portfolio synthesizing and articulating their work in the program and their art practice.

The Faculty

Faculty advisors in the low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts program work one-on-one with their students to facilitate personal learning goals and the deepening of creative and critical skills. Through open and extended written dialogue, faculty advisors offer feedback, suggestions, affirmation and challenge. The on-going dialogue between student and faculty advisor supports and sustains students throughout their work in the program.

The low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts faculty are active in their fields, working as artists, community-builders, educators, writers, and thinkers. They bring a rich diversity of experience and philosophy to their role as advisors, mentors, and colleagues.

The Residency

Each semester in the low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts program begins with an eight-day residency for students and faculty. Students spend intensive time with their advisors, one-on-one and in small groups, discussing their creative practice and planning their semester’s work. A wide-ranging program of workshops and presentations is offered, exploring contemporary issues and fostering cross-fertilization between mediums and practices. Students of all disciplines have a variety of opportunities to present their current projects, works in progress, and hands-on experimentation. Residencies are a rich opportunity to develop a strong sense of community and establish lasting friendships and creative collaborations.

this might be my ticket to freedom, to expression, to making something out of talents that i just harbor. merely completing the application to this program would force me to spell out exactly what i want to do, what kind of community-based practicum would i want to establish? A community darkroom? a gallery for high school students? an art center? where would i want to do any of these things? back in NYC? do i stick around park city? do i head to another country?
the possibilities, as the seem, are endless. realizing this i am both scared and excited, as this program is intended to do...

the question is:

Students entering the low residency MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts Program choose one of the two following low-residency site options for the duration of their studies:

• The Plainfield, Vermont Residency Option on the campus of Goddard College in beautiful Central Vermont.
• The Port Townsend, Washington Residency Option at the Fort Worden site, located within a vibrant arts community on the Pacific Coast.

do i want to do this in WA or VT?

photo project confession

so i am a photographer with a confession.

i am thinking of getting a tattoo on my forehead which reads:

slacker seeking redemption

since my visitors came and left last weekend, i have managed to revert to my lazy schmuckery in terms of creative production.

CONFESSION: i took a picture this morning. it had been six days since i had contributed to my intense project.

WHERE HAS ALL THE SELF MOTIVATION GONE? down the crapper, thats where. on thursday, in a desperate attempt to redeem my slackerish tendencies, i finally developed my photo project from pinecrest (most of it at least). if i may quickly depart from my self-loathing, the photographs were absolutely breathtaking. beautiful. perfect. it turned out exactly as i had hoped - random, beautiful, candid, comprehensive, diverse, lovely. the project can be viewed here:

PINECREST PHOTO PROJECT

seen as which this project took me two days to complete (sorta) i am going to forgive myself for being such a slacker. i am just going to plug forward and keep snapping away. as much as the digital camera is convenient, the pictures always end up blurry or flat. i remember hating the delay of the shutter as well. i am so used to the picture being taken immediately, that the delay throws me off, hence the blurry. the depth problem wont get any better because frankly its a tiny lens. oh until the day i can afford a digi-SLR. sigh.

on one hand i want to have great photos, on the other, there is something motivating about posting pictures daily. there is something gratifying about seeing your work and if i just keep experimenting with my Diana, which takes 120 film, i will have to a) find time to develop the B+W ones on my own b) in the case of color rolls, i will need to find someone here in PC who will develop them, go down to salt lake, or send them away to B&H or something. that means lots of money and time that i dont have right now... maybe in a couple of weeks. another great thing about having something instant is that i would be forced to keep up with posting them if i have them right NOW.

therefore, the solution that i have come up with takes inspiration from the pinecrest project and might help solve this motivational need for immediacy.

introduction and use of disposable cameras.

i never really think about using disposables because...well, i really dont know why. perhaps its because they remind me of middle school field trips or great adventure, but i am going to embrace that nostalgic hokiness and use them, or at least the two that are sitting in my apartment. they are lighter and more portable than my rangefinders or 35 mm, a little less awkward than my Diana, and they take better pictures than the digi. perhaps i will be inspired to get them developed faster (negatives and then CD cost about $5 a roll and hey, rite aid dude didnt do a bad job...) and being able to get some more instant gratification or at least availability for critique, i would be more motivated in the long run...

or maybe not.
but hey it cant hurt.

Rachel Maddow and UTAH

last night drew and i were doing as we do and watching msnbc when rachel maddow (my hero) talked about utah! "we are in a hopping place," drew said.

enjoy

visitors with lovely faces

allison and kaytee just arrived back in NYC according to the text message that made my phone vibrate with lonesome reckoning. god i miss them. they flew in to SLC on friday and have already gone. good times were had, even though I worked for most of the time that they were in town.

friday was main street day. they accompanied me to work, with drew, and brought food to the gallery from clockwork. mmm dinner. yes, kaytee had very inexpensive chicken fingers from davanzas. (<$6?) they took the car and dropped drew off at work, only to come and get me a few hours later. such gracious guests. we raced to the liquor store to get some rum (Oh Mr. Sparrow, where has all the rum gone?) and wine before they closed for the night and then home we went to drink it all up. crazy day, lazy night.

saturday was their sleep in day, while drew took an early (before 8am?) leave to ride PCMR (i ride park city...hahaha no i dont) with RWest friends and I worked gallery until 1. drew met me on main street and we drove home to pick up the twins and we headed back downtown to cafe terigo where we had a 45 minute meal before we drove drew to work. then back downtown to Fawn where I worked until 9. i gave kaytee and allison my PCfilm series pass and they managed to catch a screening of cadillac records at the PClibrary where i met them after work. then we went home and made tofu stirfry, ate lots, and hung out watching and gossiping randomn things. i also taught allison how to knit while watching the second half of snl. ("what is the rock in now?")

sunday was fawn for me and olympic park seeing for the twins. drew had work also. they took pictures which i am sure you will be able to find on your favorite networking website in a few hours. (kaytee, youre predictably awesome at chronicling adventures). work ended early enough to go to SLC and eat food of the gods at cafe trio and view the disney castle wannabe that is the LDS temple. basically we made an evening out of being awesome, unfortunately losing an hour of sleep to fascism, or so i am told. boo to less sleep.

monday was our official SNOW DAY for which we headed to the canyons (jon and kate plus four times two) where we hit the fresh pow to celebrate the elevated desert craziness that is utah snow. will met up with us and we rocked it hard... or hit it hard... or fell down hard. to each their own embodiment of hard, to be relieved by advil or alcohol. also your choice. we closed the mountain and headed home, where we paid homage to mr. michael cera with a double feature viewing - nick and norahs infinite playlist followed shortly by superbad. msnbc monopolized post cera celebration.

tuesday sucks too much to write about right now. it involved the following elements:
waking up early
driving to an airport
saying goodbye to lovely faces
driving home sleepy
getting stuck in traffic
getting home late
showering all too quickly
driving to work
working
and thinking about lovely faces.

so ive been thinking about getting an mfa in interdisciplinary arts

i already forget what it was like to learn -
reading books as a chore. no, not this time, its for fun...huh?
how about we keep going to school to learn
and then maybe by the time were done with learning
people will want to hire us.

in the mean time
keep making it up as i go along in lieu of checking my schedule.
(why do i still keep a daily planner? lets scribble in commitments after the fact.)

"I just gave up** a while ago, I think it was while I was living in BK. I think," he said to me the other day.

**"Giving up" in the living in the day to day sort of way, not in the lets develop a drug habit and drop off the face of the planet sort of way...

and even though i try to live day to day sort of way
i find that i cannot remember what i wore five days ago.
i cannot remember where i was more than four consecutive fourth of july's ago.
i know that i will probably eat something tonight
but it will be as insignificant as my best friend's HS prom dress, which, was purple and pretty.

some not great photos of one of the places I work...plus some of my work

Sorry these photos are blurry, the inane photographer in me wasnt trying so hard...
these are some photos of the shop where i work and some of the work that i show there, that hasnt sold yet.

enjoy.

the rest of the day was like a hallucination

reminded that i have visitors in only a few days, i sprang from my bed before 10am as fresh as a spring chicken and as lame as a stepford wife to begin to put our apartment back together...
quiet
quiet
quietly
drews still sleeping.

i proceeded to make myself some tea and started asking myself questions that i would then answer, such as:

would the vacuum wake him up?
yes.

should i vacuum anyway?
no. thats mean.

what do you want to eat?
toast, probably.

why does this toast taste so bad?
i dont know. you should probably throw it out.

this went on for a few hours intermittent with tiptoe cleaning until drew finally got up/i attacked his cocooned self.

HOWEVER, i finally collapsed the pullout bed/couch that we have had out since my sister's visit, did two loads of laundry and a dishwasher cycle, collected garbage, swept the floor, and cleaned the living room. woop woop normal apartment.

to catch those of you following the daily photo project up...
27 feb - diana - double exposure - interior/drew at turntable
28 feb - diana - triple exposure - at the gallery/Palumbo horse sculpture
1 mar - digital - fur shop shots (3)
2 mar - digital - fawn/jewelry display shots
3 mar - diana - low light shot from top of parking structure

digital photos to come.

im twenty-two and find myself still attracted to tie dye

About a week ago, i anticipated this crazy couple of days (in terms of scheduling). Ive been working both jobs back to back daily since my last day off (tues) and drew had to work an early morning shift take a couple hours off and then go back to trudge through the dreaded twilight hours shift (11pm-7am), back just in time to snuggle for a couple of hours before i had to go to work at 11am. this basically meant that drew and i would pass each other in bed about four times in a 24 hour period, and though we live together and hang all of the time, the past couple of days have seemed so hectic. honestly, i cant wait for march to come and go.

btw, happy march 1st...

though i intend to get in a couple of snowboarding days in before the season is over, the chances of snow are fewer and further between. cross your fingers, visitors. today is fourty fucking degrees, a disgusting trend that is only scheduled to worsen. its supposed to reach almost fifty degrees tomorrow with rain and a whole bunch of nasty to happen before a few snow showers that are scheduled towards the end of the week - something to look forward to in addition to the arrival of allison and kaytee, yay.

see the nasty for yourself

in the coffeeshop this morning, i over heard a conversation taking place between two women in fur coats (yes, this is a frequent sighting on main street where we have four fur shops maybe?)

"X" marks the fur spot

they were talking about how they felt really old seeing all of these young girls walking and working on main street. they wished for their figures back so that they could wear bellyshirts? (really, ladies, that is what you reckon your younger years for?) they were recalling how much fun they had in "the sixties" wearing tie dye. then came the remark that truly offended me (almost as much as the five-hundred dead rabbits or whatever corpseless furry friend they were donning),

"...but Lynn, you know those young girls that wear tie dye now-a-days?"

"yes..."

"they are so out of touch with the true meaning... they wear it and think, "look im a hippie!" its the tragic downfall of true tie dye wearing folks we used to hang around with."

"i agree, plus tie dye isnt fashionable anymore, so wearing it isn't making much more of a statement than "i'm immature"..."

HAHAHAHAHA. FUCKING FOR REAL? lets list the problems that i have with this exchange...

1. first off, youre wearing fur. and not just any fur, tacky molting fur. its ugly. and tasteless. wanna know why? cause youre wearing it from head to toe. its almost fifty fucking degrees out and you decided to put the entire band of dead woodland forest creatures on your fat saggy body. not only do you lose all fashion contests, you lose all of your rights to judge what people are wearing.
   
2. secondly, you speak of a "true meaning". if you were a philosopher in disguise maybe i would respect your use of this phrase, but frankly, your leathery skin juxtaposed next to little bunny foo foo distracts me too much to even begin to believe that you understood the true meaning of tie dye while you wore it.
   
3. thirdly, though dying cloth can be traced back to the egyptians... im sorry to burst your bubble but your tie dye also proclaimed, "look at me.... IM A DAMN HIPPIE." if im wrong, please let me know what "the folks you used to hang around with" were really thinking. it was a statement of individualism, radicalism, whatever. a generation that broke from the former... and frankly by the time you were wearing tie dye, it was probably in fashion magazines and on television and on every other self-proclaimed suburban hippie. i think its time to shake off the ahistorical nostalgia and give yourself a reality check. you werent revolutionary, you were pretty much the same as anyone who wears it today, if not more cliche.
4. Remember Lynn...your ugly coat has removed any right for you to use fashionable in a sentence.
5. Finally, since when has maturity been linked with fur... Let me rephrase that. I'm letting my prejudices get in the way. Since when has IMMATURITY been linked with tie-dye? I mean i am sure it is viewed that way by people who supported Vietnam, Eric Cartman, and the likes, but if you proudly wore it fourty years ago, when your boobs werent as saggy, then what suddenly makes it immature. Not that im the most mature twenty-two year old, but I like to think that when I wear tie-dye, I am not only harkening back to the Egyptians, but also recalling anything associated with anti-corporatism, celebrations of individualism, and absolutely as many cliche anti-warisms as possible.
   

Dear Lynn and friend,

please let me take you shopping, with your personal credit cards, of course. Let me show you the world of age appropriate, sustainable, non-fur clothing. Afterwards, we can go out to dinner, on you, of course, and we can talk about tie-dye because I was slightly confused and offended by your private conversation that you held right behind me. I think i can help change your mind about your choice of outerwear and if not, then, i will leave you alone. if you find this offer to "hang" a bit intrusive, arrogant, or unsolicited, i understand. i am pretty anti-fur and pro-tie-dye, so yeah. call me a product of liberalism or a tie-dye loving drain on society, but i pay my taxes and love my bunny so i have the same right to hate your fur and be offended by your comments as you would have the right to feel nostalgic about tie-dye belly shirts...if you hadnt decided to wear roger and the trix rabbit out for your main street stroll this morning.

Love, Monica

As a result of this encounter, today's daily photo is constituted of a series of shots of the fur shops on main street. LOVE IT.