truly an amazing artist. looking super cute with his big nose. r.i.p.

my favorite facebook update: Michael Jackson died? I have been beating it even since I heard...

my thoughts are with my dear friend mike and his family as he recovers from surgery.

alone or with friends, i decided i am going to mid west reggae fest! a new location for me, a swimming quarry, i have to see beres hammond among many others! yay!

this is why i don't even trust over the counter cold medication. although i do swallow my fair share of excedrin...
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/17/health/policy/17nasal.html?em

I have an interview for a design internship tomorrow morning... shopbop.com

so this was just too funny. they were pulling images from their database for me to use in this 'hear what mom thinks' thing. someone says 'oh this is a nice one'... i was like 'um... are you sure? cause that little boy is holding up gang signs' and she was like 'oh yeah, maybe not that one'. i was laughing out loud when she left my desk. silly kids and their false balling.

doing my best to hold down the twin cities.

i got really excited reading about visiting Simla, India(a British Raj 'hill station'/tiny nirvana for a master class/get away in the Himalayas). feel free to join me for this part of the journey. i will give you a peak at some of the lovely things Anthony Weller describes...

To get to Simla I took the toy train...India has one of the greatest railway systems in the world. The toy train, on its narrow-gauge toy track, crept audaciously up through mists and around mountains. Below us lay folded valleys and terraced fields of an extreme green. We burrowed though stone tunnels cut in the hillsides, 103 in all, some only twenty yards long. Cows and water buffalo shambled away at the nearness of our train, and the air became fragrantly cool.
We left the wrinkled valleys behind, crossing arched stone bridges... then, after Summer Hill, we came up out of the clouds to the majesty of sunlight burning on Simla.
Furiously packed onto a series of steep, connecting ridges, all Simla looked precarious, a jigsaw-puzzle town. It seemed to tumble across the Himalayan spines, and from afar, set in tall tress, it resembled a British country town that had gone a-wandering, far from home.
I stayed at the Woodville Palace Hotel, a converted mansion..Surrounded by pines, protected by cannons, with expanses of lawn, a gazebo, and chairs outside where guests sat playing cards over tea and watching their children... There was the largest billiards table I have ever seen... Every morning at breakfast a barefoot servant in round cap and grey Nehru jacket would bring me my newspaper, clasp his hands, give a slight bow, and murmur, "Sir, are you happy?" I always said, "Very happy," and he always looked relieved.
...Men in holiday suits whirled their canes, women in swirling saris twirled parasols, and children happy on ponies were led about by impassive attendants. Simla monkeys, a local kind of rhesus, were everywhere.. scampered along the streets or from rooftop to rooftop, discussing and disapproving of the human activities below.
"Simla is a society that talks," he said "It always was. Why? Because up there people have time. They look down on the people in the big cities on the plains as being too modern. Always in a hurry. In Simla, in the summer, even if you work there, you go to work late, have a long lunch, and close up early and go for a stroll along the Mall. In the winter you might not go to work at all.
On the Mall, where no cars were allowed- only horses and rickshaws- I was able to have coffee in a coffeehouse, tea in a tea shop, buy a sari and goggles, go roller skating, play billiards, sit by a waterfall, hire a rickshaw, feed a monkey, select a carved walking stick, ride a horse, purchases a faded photo of a British hill picnic, eavesdrop, pick up Martial's Epigrams in paperback. I was able to have my fortune told, my head examined, and my picture taken in front of the snowy peaks in the distance. Had it been winter I could have gone ice skating.

the lovely bluff seen from wednesday night's party/camping area - this morning was spent waiting around for a call from target. i wore red hoping it might increase my chances of working today. i got the call, stopped in their office for a quick chat, and they paid me for four hours i didn't work. so i traveled out to the mall of america and spent some gracious graduation money.

such a big boy sitting in his own crazy creek during his first camping experience. amazing how quickly he is growing. i love the independence he has gained from crawling. see you in two weeks baby.

i am not sure if it is allergies or a cold (the long weekend of partying might be the culprit too), but i have been waking up with a runny nose and cough the past few mornings. i decided to try to run it off. now Bites and I are going to picnic/read/nap in the courtyard. sunshine is a cure-all!

holy shit madison. twelve person beer bong. where does it end?

the animation you've all been waiting for.

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amazing, beautiful bella madre family portrait.