inachevee de Constantinople

green tea w/ apples, almonds, roses.  fruit, nuts, and flowers.  who thought these would go so well together?

cacao cafe

dark, delightfully roasted italian coffee with cacao powder.  a dreamy concoction of buttery goodness.

these last two months have been a whirlwind of gooey synapses.

my organization began to work closely with another organization, which is actually just one married couple, so it's really one person, isn't it?  we've become uncommonly bonded and, like coffee and cacao, there seems to be a harmonious blend of textures and flavours within us as a team.

sketch for piece about awareness of the sex trade

silver needle

about alice's tea cup in the upper west side of manhattan:

oh how absurd absurd can be,
when we begin to think
and grow into our duller selves
and let our silly shrink.

many more of these, i say!
with eggs and sauce and tea,
a place for lace and glitterings
and words from you to me. 

chrystal meth tea

it's my own blend.
identity crisis in tea form.  base of chrysanthemum and green teas with dried mangoes and spices.  schizophrenic, really.

what does one do when there are creatures to be created and too many ways to create them?

i've gone nearly the entirety of the route:  admitting that i might possibly have ADHD, embracing the notion that i'm a commitment-phobe, denying any of these and forcing myself to stick to one medium, and finally collapsing in a heap of despair and utter worthlessness.  yet what can one do when none and all of the media are of high interest?

it's very difficult...

chrysanthemum pu-er

chrysanthemum is one of those teas that you give as gifts and for delightful gatherings.  pu-er, you have with dim sum or anything chinese, really... or mexican!  it's a heavy-duty tea, which cuts through sour tensions and awkward pauses.  you gotta appreciate the juxtaposition.

one day soon, i'll be so very very overjoyed by how misery has been turned into reproducing blessings.  do you love the christianese or what?  there just doesn't seem to be a better way to state my anticipation.

so shinobu baba is one of my favourite artists.  i found his work in nagasaki last month and just fell in love.  i'm not often smitten with landscapes and i could never never paint one.  yak.  i'm awful.  i do organic stuff, mostly.  however baba's presentation of simple streets and everyday experiences are like that of a child's.  buildings and clouds seem to be made of the same matter and light has substance and a presence as round drops of color. 

but there are almost never any people in his scenes.  well, the 'scapes themselves have enough movement, drama, and whimsy for there not to have any animals in them at all, but sometimes they make me a bit sad.  they're like beautiful masks, hiding... nothing, because there's nothing to hide... because there exists nothing.... nobody.

plum oolong

soothing oaky-ness, the front man for a bold plum aroma.  passive aggressiveness in flavor.

i had a staff meeting at harlem place cafe, a little hide-away in downtown l.a. that's nestled in between some buildings.  they've got this prohibition era inspired attitude about them.  whom?  i dunno.  the people who run it?

anyway, we'll be having our january show there so yay for us.

you know when you expose an inner portion of yourself and those to whom you revealed it slash it with a knife?  well, i found something that'd make anyone wish that that was what was happening:  when someone doesn't respond.

mission for the rest of this year:  learn the lesson of the plum oolong.

apricot rum

steamy aroma of tangy fruit danced in the space before me as i fought hard to keep my voice quiet in a capsule of a room today.

i would be misrepresenting the subject if i did not address disappointment in the discourse of relationships.  is that what this has become?  a blog about relationships?  oh God, i'd rather be forced to watch "harry potter" movies, back-to-back for a week.

and please forgive the following writer's taboo:  hahahaha!