happy 3yr anniversary

our 3rd date

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have you seen my comb?

i can't get this stupid song out of my head:

Summer of 1978,
My sister and I in the back seat just wait.
We pass the time by making lines in the seat that we can't cross,
A thin line like dental floss.
She threw my new blue comb out the window, somewhere on I-70.
Dad said, "I'm sorry, but we can't go back,"
We're never going back to get it.
It was the first comb I ever had.
Got it just that morning from my mom and my dad.
Light blue in color, I could never find another,
comb like that, big and fat...
So tell me, have you seen my comb?
Last time I saw it, it was in her hands,
And then it was bouncing down the road.
It wasn't fancy, it wasn't brown,
But now it might be from lying on the ground.
So tell me, have you seen my comb?

- Blue Comb '78: FIF

he needs to know

will someone please explain to my boyfriend that an increase in stress can lead to a decrease in libido

"My Perfect Mother"

There is a little shop in the San Marcos downtown square called Country Collections. It is run by 2 sisters who are the kindest most genuine people I've ever met. When I want a gift for someone really special that is where I go and I usually spend at least an hour in there talking to the sisters. They ask me about my family, and Blitz and Arthur and how school is going and they really listen. They're very good listeners. I ask them about their children and their parents. They're good talkers too.

Today I went in to get a beautiful necklace for my mom that I've had my eye on for some time. The sisters were there, smiles and hellos like always. We chatted about our families and such for a little while but I was in a hurry to get home so I didn't stay long. On the way out I saw a small glass frame that had a poem titled "My Perfect Mom" etched in the sparking glass. I recognized it. Last year I introduced Arthur to the sisters and we bought that frame for his mom for Mother's Day.

I said one last goodbye to the sisters before I turned and rushed out the door. I barely made it to my truck before the tears started pouring down. I remember seeing that poem on the mantle by the front door at Arthur's house. I remember looking at it as I followed Arthur's dad, sister and brother out of the house and into the limo that would take us to his Mother's funeral. I remember thinking how profound that little poem was at that very moment.

But mostly I was crying because we will never be able to get her another silly little Mother's Day gift again. She is gone.

you do it too!!!

ty nant

i was at world market friday afternoon looking for a tapestry for a friend who has recently moved into a very bare loft in chicago. i didn't find a tapestry but i did find this intriguing bottle. i am not typically a fan of bottled water but i bought this ty nant bottled water simply because i loved the shape. aparently i'm not the only person who was captivated by these bottles...the company sponsors a photo contest every year with their bottles as the main subject.

'tis the season for good music

Coming to Austin:
Saturday, February 18: Nada Surf (Emo's)
Tuesday, March 14: The Strokes (Stubb's)
Saturday, March 11: Aqualung (The Backyard)
Saturday,March 18: Dashboard Confessional (SXSW- Austin Music Hall)
Thursday, March 23: Switchfoot (Stubb's)
Wednesday, March 29: Deathcab for Cutie w/Franz Ferdinand (The Backyard)

In Europe:
Iron&Wine (w/Calexico)
The Wrens
The Shins

...and don't get too excited yet but Ben is on another US tour...i will hope and pray that he comes back to Texas!!! and if you know of any good upcoming shows in the ATX area let me know!!!

go spurs go

my man, tony parker, was on oprah today. what a sell-out!

since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

~ee cummings