Entries from Tucson
Notes · · Tucson
I do wish people would stop saying “BOOM!” It’d be so much better if they just said quietly to themselves, “Oh my. That was much easier than I expected.”
Or something along those lines.
I know it’s not as dramatic as “BOOM!” but nobody really wants all that drama at times like these. At times like these, people just want to believe you when you say this plugin for your content management system is as easy to install and use as you say it is.
That’s how I feel.
Notes · · Tucson
"The frontier realm you are wandering through may seem to harbor real dragons..."
Photos · · Tucson
Awaiting my coronation
Notes · · Tucson
Absence makes the heart grow fonder and gives the nipples a chance to heal.
Notes · · Tucson
I am waiting patiently while my generation gets every David Bowie hairstyle from 1964 to 2014 out of its system.
Photos · · Tucson
Trees outside the Children's Museum and along Scott Avenue on an uncharacteristically foggy January morning.
Honest Stuff I Make Up · · Tucson
We have taken the train to a seaside village where access to the ocean closes at sundown. They make certain nobody goes to the beach after dark with a system of tiled walls five stories high.
The walls were originally built with lots of windows so people could still look at the sea on nights with full moons, but long ago the town leaders lost patience with everyone sneaking onto the beach through the windows and put up a tall stone wall in front of the first. It has no windows, just gates that lock and officers that arrest anyone who tries to hide in the snake and iguana filled canals running under both walls.
The daughter of the shopkeeping family in charge of locking the gates each evening flaunts her privilege. Wearing a white blouse, and her long black hair down, she crawls off the label on a tin of paprika where she spends her days and up into one of the windows overlooking the now forbidden shore. There she waves at the tourists and townspeople as her old mother and father herd us all out through the gate while we desperately snap blurry and poorly lit photos of her, her parents, and the reptiles underfoot.
Photos · · Tucson
Belmont barber chair foot rest at El Continental Barber Shop
Notes · · Tucson
Saturday morning. Waking to the sounds of wind blowing branches against the window. The neighbor’s ancient station wagon engine not turning over till the third try. Before I even open my eyes, I’m trying to remember the lobbies of movie theaters in Tucson that don’t exist anymore. And what movies I saw in each. El Dorado, Buena Vista, Catalina. Star Wars, Superman, The Goodbye Girl.
The Goodbye Girl? It must have been Mom’s birthday.
Photos · · Tucson
Photos · · Tucson
Cineclub · · Tucson
Interstellar. Dir. Christopher Nolan. 2014
The people of a dying Earth are so weary of dusty corn chips, they could just cry. So they do. They cry and cry until they’re running out of air and are almost suffocating. Soon a jokey robot and a group of crying astronauts are crying their way through space and time in hopes of saving the human race even though there is no guarantee whatsoever they’ll ever be crying tears of joy when they are reunited with their crying families.