erich and i took the bus back from smfa yesterday after the dark matter performance. i told him that i’m always a little nervous that i’m going to see my ex because he’s a queer radical performance artist but then i remember that he’s one of those queer radical performance artists who’s not really engaged in his own community, and he probably doesn’t show face at these events because he likes to talk all that talk but not rly walk the walk, ya know? so we’re on the bus and there’s this pro israel poster that’s pretty gross, talking about how israel is the size of massachusetts, and is so small compared to the rest of the “arab world” and i rolled my eyes and said “we should take that down when we get off right? like shouldn’t we just take that thing down?” we take a seat, and this little kid starts pointing at the map on the poster, and she goes “massachusetts, massachusetts, massachusetts” and her parents are like “oh wow look! she’s pointing at a map and saying massachusetts because she knows what a map is!” this kid is really cute. i mean, she doesn’t know what she’s pointing at, she just wants to point out her state on a map, it’s kind of a beautiful thing. her parents are like ‘well that’s northern africa actually’ and then she’s like “africa?”, and then she just starts singing the jackson 5 and i’m like in love with her at this point, and she says “abc’s are NOT as easy as do-re-mis” and we all start laughing and the map stays on the bus because i can’t take it away from this beautiful little kid, who doesn’t understand it, but doesn’t need to right now, because sometimes life is about taking down ads on public transportation, but sometimes life is also about turning something ugly into something precious and existing in a constant state of contradiction.
- Fiona: do you think we could teach arrow left and right?
- Kara: dude I think we could teach arrow to do yr taxes.
skip to 1:30 for a KSto cameo, but watch the whole thing at least once a day for best results
Surprisingly productive weekend considering that I only brought one pair of socks and shitty boots during this the season of endless shit slush. It is becoming increasingly apparent that I have made it through the more tender half of this winter without appropriate footwear. Or at least just a solid pair of wellies for the days when that hollow where the sidewalk meets the street has turned into a 10 foot radius lake of knee high garbage flavored frozen margerita. I don’t remember if I had good boots last year or if I just borrowed a pair from Fiona or Lucy whenever I needed. I bought those crazy boots with gold spikes in the spring and then that fad died hard halfway through LA and I mostly wore leather upper sandals which were half a size too small but still looked like a dream. Prior to a date at the LA County Gun Club, I bought a pair of deeply discounted brown Steve maddens with gold non functional buckles and zippers down the back. They have truly ruled way hard, providing a solid foundation for a wide variety of looks including many prep, cowboy and nautical inspired fashions that have peppered my wardrobe in late 2013 and early 2014. I just remembered that last year pretty much everyday in winter I wore my doc martens with gold laces.