228. All I ask is to feel my brain ((kidding, I feel everything) & I like it)
December 24th, 2009 § 6 Comments
(1960′s lace dress with velvet bow & heart tights & my cousin’s kitchen implements. Photo taken by my talented cousin.)
I’m happy and it has nothing to do with Christmas in two days, nothing to do with the holiday spirit, or New Years, or buying gifts for other people as insanely encouraged by all of the retailers who stand to profit from this holiday and every holiday, and it has nothing to do with “the intimate shrinkage of my being and the insane castration of my life,” even though I love using the word insane as an synonym for ‘devotion’ and so does Michael and by the way, I miss Michael very much and when I miss him very much I try to look at the art that he liked/likes/is liking/has liked/was liking/had been liking/has been licking/will be eating like Paul Delvaux and here’s one of the few Paul Delvaux paintings where the woman isn’t naked with a big, round, moon butt:
Paul Delvaux’s La robe de mariée, 1976.
I hope you’re all happy, whether it’s because of the holidays or in spite of the holidays or having nothing to do with the holidays, and doesn’t it feel lucky to be happy completely unrelated to Christmas cards, and holiday songs, and top ten countdowns, and wish lists, and New Year’s resolutions, and wrapping presents, and all of that? I’m not completely unmoved though–a few years ago, I met a young man named Sam on the Caltrain and he helped me carry my bike on the train and told me his favorite thing was riding public transportation, and in fact, his screenname and email was ‘Samtran,’ which is a transit company in the Bay Area, and he would ride the train to Sacramento on the weekends for fun, and when I met him he was wearing a fannypack and carrying a set of pictures of himself on trains and buses, and we exchanged addresses so we could send each other Christmas cards, and I thought he was kind of a nut and didn’t send him a thing, but he sent me a really sweet holiday card with lots of glitter, and his return street address was “Teddy Lane,” and I showed it to my friend Max and told him the story and we both thought it was too perfect, just like how these days are too perfect, and because of that, I’m scared of what’s coming for me, if anything, but I’m also trying my hardest not to give a rip or rat or fuck.
Love, Jenny
That dress is absolutely stunning.
i’m in love with your lace dress! the bow under the bust is perfect. and being happy for no reason other than just being happy is a fantastic feeling.
p.s. i nominated you for a blog award!
see this is the kinda of inspired post i can’t find in me right now! to tell you the truth all the hype around christmas is more frustrating than anything. all the people going bananas on the hunt for silly gifts that their kids want and their husbands don’t. you’ve definitely inspired me to be happy just because I’m here, enjoying life. i loved the story about Samtran too, how nice that he sent you a card.
merry christmas eve dear, you look beautiful!
Merry Christmas to you and Meggy!
Lovely Painting!
-Coco From Our Paper Moon
what an odd guy, he doesn’t send you cards anymore
gorgeous lace dress!!! you’re adorable!!!
xoxo