with some time to kill at work, a photographer and i make faces out of telephone wire. can you name that celebrity?
a dollhouse at a funeral
having some time to kill last sunday before leaving for boston, fran and i took a trip to historic st. charles outside of st. louis. my parents and i used to go to st. charles to get dried flower arrangements and other country odds and ends for my childhood home on burgundy lane. the place hasn’t changed a bit, but thank god my mom’s taste has. the flower peddler is still up and...
he has very mild face acne, but it doesnt look like full body acne (that would...– ah, romance!
i cannot believe that pig is worth all that money– a surprised and delighted guest on the antiques roadshow
a giant monolith for lovers
in st. louis, the sun was out and the arch—that gateway to the west!—was really glowing in it. i grew up in st. louis and we took visitors to the arch all the time. because of this, it just became sort of routine to me. returning to st. louis fifteen years later for a weekend wedding and there was the arch, sitting there still, calling for me to come say hi. so i did. fran and i took a walk to...
this one's for robyn
i’m getting an itch to go back on the stage. i told fran that if i moved to boston that i would want to do community theatre. you know, just good old fashioned community theatre. good old fashioned musical theatre once, robyn and i saw a production of the king & i that was just, i don’t even know how to describe it, it was just perfect. there was a lady who played anna...
hey mtv rocks!, it's me cray-z.
i had a dream last night that i worked with cyndi lauper. she sat very near to me. and we would talk about the weather and things that co-workers who don’t really know each other talk about. everyone knew she was cyndi lauper as we know her in the pop culture sense, and she was my work neighbor. i gave her a mechanical pencil and she said ‘thanks graham. that’s nice of you to...
found: monito del monte
on yahoo the other day, i saw a picture of a big yellow goldfish being held by some good looking man in a lake. i clicked the picture. the title of the article was ‘a goldfish as big as a (big) dog’ and it talked about how this fisherman named raphael (the goodlooking one) caught a 30-pound koi carp in france. unbefuckinlievable, i say. ‘fran,’ i yelled, ‘come see...
have you seen me?
there is part of my thumb missing today. not a noticeably large part, but large enough to seem weird. my thumb keeps finding its way to my mouth where my tongue sort of examines the surface area and sends a signal to my brain: yup, it’s still missing. it’s a small sliver on the top left. i lose pens all the time and i also lose socks, too. i usually find the pens and the socks find a...
to welcome me to boston, fran bought me a canon rebel camera. lots of dials and flips and meters. he also bought me a digital photography class at the boston center for adult education. last night was the class. i walked up the steps with my registration form in hand and tote over my shoulder (contents: canon rebel. canon rebel strap. battery charger. canon sure shot camera. notebook. pencil....
are you guys from europe?– sarah and i get asked this all the time