paraíso

details coming soon to a blog near you!!

hookie

or is it "hookey"?

sunday morning

(sung with jazzy swing, and feeling)

it's sun-day mor-nin'!
bring all yer kitty-cat fri-ends!
i-purr, you-purr~~
it's snuggle ti-ime!!

(basic format can be applied to many scenariA)

for Misha

stubbornness is the trait i think
we share most in common.
more than mom’s big watery eyes or dad’s pretty smile,
more than their passion (not so far under the surface),
or even their Flare for the dramatic (!).

i am indignantly sad
as i was never allowed before
(that was mom’s job).
[for me: to pretend it didn’t hurt (to see her cry. to feel so helpless) until
maybe i might believe it.
my: Greatest Performance Yet]

i didn’t tell people about you when we were kids,
probably because it was
Easier [well, we never really lived together, so it was Almost Like]
probably because they never
Knew What to Say and
Didn’t Understand.
maybe because it was
Happier and
because then i could half-way believe it too. [Happy.]
Less Complicated (not really).
[did it reflect on Me? did it somehow make Me
Not Good?]

so today i will write you a poem.
the words will be there.
i will. write. you. a poem. and
the words will. be there.
we can laugh about it,
and i can not Give A Shit, just like you never did,
and they can not Understand,
but it won’t matter, just like it never really did.

today i will write you a poem that i can shout to Whoever Cares:
I had a sister. Her name was Misha. A year ago today she died.
I Had A Sister. Her Name Was Misha. A Year Ago Today She Died.
I HAD A SISTER. HER NAME WAS MISHA. A YEAR AGO TODAY SHE DIED.

that stubbornness, to hold out Just Because
you can, even though you know it would be Better to let go.
and just when that last audience member Finally folds their program and exits, you

collapse.





it wasn’t that bad, though, was it?
that Quiet that’s much fuller because of the incessant Noise that came before.

i held your hand, and stroked your face,
your smooth soft ivory skin.
in the Stillness i was there
and drank you in with my eyes.
the mischief in you--
after all the Noise (lightning that racked your insides for thirty-some years),
your lips held the Wink of a smile.

I had a Sister. Her name was Misha. A year ago Today she died.


(soundtrack: Ancestors, by Bjork)
(photo: Transparent)

noodoo

how bout it?
a light summery look,





ideal for air conditioning au natural.

photos: before, and After!
sealion with the instrument of trim, in the kitchen.
in the backyard, the executrix of trim, and the victim.
all new~~shining teeth, a better job, and attracting women who lower their sunglasses his way at intersections.

street faire

it felt like years since we'd had the excuse to play dress up!!























sunday sealion, mackindaddy and i partied in the city at the How Weird Street Faire. christian, who lives in san fran, met us there. it was an excuse for everybody to bring out last year's burning man duds, or to vend *this season's latest* burning man duds. beer in waxed paper cups, throbbing bass from . . five.. different stages, public wafting of the funny weed, and nekkid boobies. wheee! there was a dude wearing only tighty whities (or whitie tighties dependin' on your preference) 100% dripping in brown mud. he pulled it off~~the look, that is.
the boys' favorite was the girl with the beginning of faerie wings tattooed on her back. my favorite were the crepes that we ate at the end of the day, at some creperie in the mission that i don't remember its name b/c i was too busy drooling and then devouring in ecstacy. !!
yea! dress up!! i shore do like it.

photos: mackindaddy and christian amongst the crowd.
sealion sporting new accoutrements new hair, and waxed paper cup.
view at the creperie.
in-car shoe-change photo shoot.
well~ me again. later.

(speakeasy~~the beer. san francisco-brewed. hoppy.)

BYO reusable mug

"you

are

a rockstar.

You are confirmed as a barrista at 7am on Thursday and Saturday!!

Please remember to wear some kind of shoe, and make sure your entire 'panty region' is covered and contained! health codes...

see you in the desert!!

*kisskiss*
~ tisha2
center camp cafe*coffee shop*volunteer tendress"


partaking of that blessedly buzzin cuppa jo on the playa?
well it'll be dolloped with an extra spoonful o love this year, cuz yers trooly is a BurningMan Barrista!!! that's right, folks~~you read it here first!!

this is the only proof i have as of late that my life consists of more than knife cuts (not on my flesh ~~the flesh o the veggies!!), and nutritional info. i haven't been writing to you, Dear Reader, as i have been adjusting to this Full Time Occupation that landed (like a blimp smack-dab in the center-square of downtown! ;-D) in my life. i look at the bookmarks that line the header of my macinternet window. where once tribe, burning man home, WIDE WORLD OF TIF, google maps, and free will astrology covorted fruitily and care-free, "Tea - Health, macro nutrition, Sea Vegetables, NutritionData Calorie Counter, and Farmers Market" have quickly taken up residence. when you tally up my commuting/waiting time with the hours i spend in class, this natural chef course is taking up as much time as a full-time job (how did that ever happen to me?!? you full-time-jobbers chuckle sardonically, i'm sure), not to mention the reading and homework assignments. (there're lifetimes of reading material~ and extracurricular learning experiences!! ~ on the subject. AND I WANNA KNOW IT ALL!!)
loving it. and anticipating more and more each day that first poof of playa powder that rustles under my boot, the sweet sweet finish line!!!
CENTER CAMP CAFE HERE I COME!!!!

photo: waiting in the shade, right before class in berkeley.