Strong genetics

Love will tear us apart
again.

This week has knocked my dick in the dirt, my lovelies.
Top Five Positive Things In Cait's Life

1. I am employed.
   
2. I am alive (sign of the times that this is secondary to employment and means of income? Or Freudian slip? But I digress ...)
   
3. I have both my parents (knock wood)
   
4. I can draw and I can paint to maintain sanity, and when all else fails
5. there is always sushi and beer.
   

-cait
P.S. Just tried Sierra Nevada's Kellerweis Hefeweizen.
... Not sure how to feel about it.

Girl On Fire

Very interesting article and chart concerning non-monogamy, originally from Sexual Informatics: Non-Monogamy.
As we all know, love, sex & everything in between is rather messy. I've been coming to grips recently about consensual actions on my past and present relationships, what works, what doesn't, etc. Along with the expected kicking, screaming, whining and a smidge of insecurity, the easiest (and tactful) answer is this:

"the best we can do is honor what is alive in us in the moment."

I read that today and it made my day a little bit easier.
That and I baked a lot today. And cleaned. I felt like Martha Stewart, sans the scamming Wall Street thing.

P.S. Guess who's going to be showing work at Circle Academy in Emeryville within the next few weeks? Holler ^_^ Details to come.

Calling it an early night, i.e. before 3AM.
xo, caitlandia

Oh bother

What's a girl to do but dye her hair when she's down on her luck.
I've lost my voice and my heart all in one day, but really, what a beautiful spring day to do so.
Photographic evidence to follow, eventually.

Wonders never cease

1. By some strange turn of events, I got/get to see two people I'm completely enamored with, within the same week.
   
2. Thanks to Facebook, saw a friend became a fan of the very same band whose lead singer I attacked with icewater after he called me a dyke in front of a whole bar. Did I mention he was wearing a viking helmet and wearing a Tarzan sheath whilst playing a neon green cello WHILE he was doing this? See above picture. I can't make this shit up. Post Script: Dear sir, if somehow you end up reading this -waves- I hope I fried your wireless set, fuckface.

I haven't looked forward to a Friday this eagerly in a long time.
Next episode of See Eye:
The Great Christmas [What the] Dickens Faire

Cheers, yours into almost certain and coveted oblivion,
see.eye.

You've got red on you.

When you can ask them attack you with fake blood to simulate a zombie attack.

Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes

I've only gotten to see her (until recently) once every two years, and suddenly, since this past Friday, I have been seeing her every day (today being the exception). We've been playing catch up on the ten years we weren't able to even see each other for more than a few hours.
We grew up away from each other, sending letters and having three hour telephone calls, sometimes nothing for a few years.

Somehow we're now collaborating on a comic that she's written, and has been writing for the past year and I've been doing character sketches, working out the kinks together.

I've been enjoying the last few days of this indian summer smoking cigarettes in a cemetery with a girl I have fucking adored for the better part of my life.

The flip-side of these past few days has made me miss everyone else I've lost touch with/no longer speak with. To the point to where I woke up out of a dead sleep around 3:30AM this morning and couldn't get back to sleep.

And now for something completely different:

• Who the FUCK posts an online quiz to be completed by the morning AFTER Halloween weekend? Really?
  

Happy All-Hallows' Eve / All Saints / Day of the Dead,
c.i.

Tombstone [Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt]

It's been a very strange and wonderful span of 240+ hours. Ideas and projects are a-brewing and I'll post some sketches once I get the chance.

Naughty bits by Conrad Roset

Thank you, Maelie.

When there's nothing left to burn ...

You aggravate the hell out of me, but you showed me something beautiful. I can only hope you find that kind of beauty in your world. I think you have.
I'm still looking for mine.
Final thoughts before indulging in the weekend and the strange thoughts and feelings that they entail:

I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing left to say.

Naughty Bits via Chagrin
[Fine, yes, I was a copycat. Get over it]

Fractured Ulna, Full Love

You roll off my tongue like smoke, and I'm struggling to keep you in my lungs.

"alone with everybody"
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

-c. b.