Saturday, March 31, 2007

The better to see you with, my dear.

Rachel complained she's not on the blog often enough. Here she's making her "Oh Nick," face.


Mat bought whisky shots for the macho men.





TS, Molly and I went to an art opening in Maplewood. I went in disguise.


And then made everyone else wear it.



We met this girl because of the disguise. I guess it made us look approachable. I think her name is Jessica (aka Groucho Marx).





I handed off the camera to TS.


But she turned it on me, so then I took it back.





Friday, March 30, 2007

City so burned, so broken

TS and I finally found ourselves at the Jim Hodges and Andy Warhol exhibit at the Contemporary.




The babysitter and her little sister?




TS and I want to make some of these silk flower curtains!




On our way home, we drove past this burnt out house.


While I was taking these photographs, TS found some ratty furniture by the dumpster, but the wardrobe she leaned in to examine was full of poop. Now I call her Poopylungs.



And then we drove by this strange construction site. It doesn't seem they can finish the new houses without taking down the rest of the old one, does it?


Everything was still in the house: wall clock, blender, hoola hoop, and an intact office with a computer. ??? But it seemed the house might fall on us if we tried to climb the stairs.





It being Thursday, we went to Joe's Cafe. I've never been anywhere else like Joe's. I think it's barely legal. It's only open on Thursdays, and for a 5$ cover, you bring your own beverages, listen to acoustic music of some sort (usually a jug band or bluegrass). The place is full of strange junk, art, junk-art, and ephemera, including a fabulous yard with a fire pit and a rickety ladder leading to the roof. This photo was taken through the window of Bill's studio space, an independent building out back of the house. (Joe is actually named Bill).

Apparently, I missed something really funny.




Perhaps it was the fault of the whisky, but I found our handstamps interesting. This is Erin's.


Mine.


Joe's. (Joe is one of TS' Global Freeloader friends. A stranger from Iowa.)
TS' and Joe's.


Matt's. (Matt is the other stranger from Iowa, a global freeloader.)





Dawn and Valentine were there, too.


So was this popcorn loving swordfish. Then my camera died and I was forced to directly interact with people.


Wednesday, March 28, 2007

All the tender petals

Once you've lived with magnolia flowers, can you ever live without them?
I don't think we had them in Colorado.




Saturday, I toured a couple St.L parks on my bike. These forsythia were in Tower Grove, which looks beautiful right now, despite the storms that took down so many trees this year.


Then I rode through The Hill to Forest Park.


Everyone was gathered in the Grand Basin. There were so many people around when I took this picture, but hardly any of them are in view of my camera...how strange. I'm telling you--it was teeming.

Sunday, I biked around town again. First, I went to Molly and TS' house and joined up with them.



Molly's green bike is faster than it appears. Flip flops don't slow her down.


Oh.








Molly is the 80's It Girl!


Monday I finally saw Volver with my cousin, Aileen. It's been playing at the Hi-Pointe for six weeks or so. We liked it. (For the record, this photo shows the entire audience that evening, minus me. Maybe it's time for a new flick?)