Feist-y

I feel it all, I feel it all
I feel it all, I feel it all
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card in sight, wild card in sight

Oh I’ll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hope

Can I know more than I knew before
I know more than I knew before
I didn't rest, I didn't stop
Did we fight or did we talk

Oh I’ll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hope

Can I love you more
I love you more
I don't know what I knew before
But now I know I want to win the war

No one likes to take a test
Sometimes we don't pull or flex
Put your weight against the door
Kick-drum on the basement floor
Stranded in the thought of woods
Looking like the winter bird
On my head the water pours
Cops stream through the open door
Fly away
Fly away the one who want to make

I feel it all
I feel it all
The wings are wide
Wild card in sight, wild card in sight

Audrey Flack

"I think that stories live in the collective unconscious of societies. Stories about men and stories about women. You all need some new stories...

Vision is male and female. Until recently, the history of art has been the history of male vision. Women dress, look, feel and see differently. Their vision must be incorporated into the history of art. "

Spotting

It's official: Santa Claus Springs in Tucson, drives a red Yukon and voted for Obama. 

Saw it with my own two eyes. Well, four if you include Kate-as-witness too. 

BAM.

You Thrive on Mistaken Identity

“I developed language skills to deal with threat. It’s the girl thing to do – you know, instead of pulling a gun.”

"Pictures and words have the power to tell us who we are and aren’t, and I try to engage that power..I  try to make work about how we are to one another."  

                                                        -Barbara Kruger

Stomping in Jack O'lantern's Weather

Jim Morrison once said, "I'm just trying to get my kicks in before this shit house goes down in flames." 

That attitude might explain why he died young. I don't know, I wasn't there. 

It seems like there is a lot to be stressed and panicked about lately- on a local, national and global level- but there are also some fantastic things coming out of the '09 crisis-fest.

I'm choosing to go to the pumpkin stand. More to come. 

Thought

At some point I would like to get rid of my cell phone.

At this point, that is not logistically possible.

Dream small.

Ides of March

I have found that nothing cures a cranky Kimberly like a long ride alone, leftovers lurking in the refrigerator and a four hour nap on the holiest-of-holy couches in my parents' living room. Not even gale-force winds out of the East and roads with no bike lanes could make this day less satisfying. 

Happy March.