Sunday, July 31, 2011

ten things i learned playing with dolls

1. The doll aisle at Hobby Lobby is extremely unsettling – doll arms in plastic bags, doll heads without eyes, packets of doll hair, etc.

upside down doll

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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

sixth birthday

a blessing is a fluid

A priest begins a blessing by holding up an arm and pointing it toward the audience. As he speaks the words of the blessing, it’s as though an inner glory exits his body at his fingertips and travels through the air, his fingers acting like nozzles to direct the glory’s trajectory. He beams out the blessing, and then the blessing is over. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

golden grackle

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oak silhouette

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doctor tea

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You can tell a lot about how a person’s brain works by watching him make a pot of tea. And since figuring out how a person’s brain works is what I do for a living, every now and then I like to sit down with a patient and enjoy a pot of tea together.

Monday, July 18, 2011

sprouting yam with fruit

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

grasmere gate

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baby raven with toddler

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time-traveling ghosts

WHEN I’M DEAD I’ll haunt the earth toting a puffy beige purse. Gampy will be wearing a chapeau, his hands jangling change in his pockets. We’ll be stuck in the bottom corner of an old photograph, cropped below our knees, frozen in permanent poses, tinier than two leprechauns.
     Who knows where or when well turn up. You might find us buried in a canister of family keepsakes, crusted to a sheet of plastic in a half-forgotten album or tucked into the frame of a mirror, glossy and two-dimensional, a miniature Grand Canyon stretched timelessly behind us, golden in the Arizona skylight. You won’t be able to see them, but I’ll be wearing sensible shoes.

happy teahouse

photo: tes at home

The neon sign foretold exotic pleasures — tea, an egg roll, happiness, a house — and walking through the doorway only bolstered the illusion. Red-felted billiards tables, sunny glass two-tops, dudes with headphones chilling. Sweeping my eyes across the long sideways menu dotted with small color photographs of the hundred beverages for sale, I knew I was in for a treat. Coconut Black Milk, Honey Dew Green Milk, Taro & Tapioca, Lemon Dream, Green Angel, Green Barley with Passionfruit, Kumquat Dream, Cinderella, Coconut Lychee Nectar.


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an apple in worcester

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