up she goes...
down she goes...
and alluhvuhsudden things are HAPPENING. shit is on the horizon.
money's been made. beefeater martinis shaken frozen all to hell and salted dirty with tears. pacts promised to the mediterranean.
entire bottles of small-batch canadian whiskey consumed in mere hours at hill country underGround culture bunkers by scheming freaks.
flights booked. hearts broked. spirits shooked right out of my suitcase.
glitter and gloss smeared in mardi gras beads. i've made plans!
i've made this french gallette!
i've made this necklace!
coral and turquoise. malachite and glass. tribal bronze, pewter, bone, wood, and cloisonn�.
and i tattooed my first grapefruit skin!
this free float of the last two months, the cocooned state, the hours locked in fetal position have proved fruitful. the new moon this past 25th, the approaching spring, equinox, my birthdayapproaching, too! 23 on the 23rd. maaahhh-jik. all of it was muddling in the undercurrent. mixing and melting, energetic commiseration of the fates.
and all this requires my hair returned RED.
naturally.
forward ho!
xo
down she goes...
and alluhvuhsudden things are HAPPENING. shit is on the horizon.
money's been made. beefeater martinis shaken frozen all to hell and salted dirty with tears. pacts promised to the mediterranean.
entire bottles of small-batch canadian whiskey consumed in mere hours at hill country underGround culture bunkers by scheming freaks.
flights booked. hearts broked. spirits shooked right out of my suitcase.
glitter and gloss smeared in mardi gras beads. i've made plans!
i've made this french gallette!
i've made this necklace!
coral and turquoise. malachite and glass. tribal bronze, pewter, bone, wood, and cloisonn�.
and i tattooed my first grapefruit skin!
this free float of the last two months, the cocooned state, the hours locked in fetal position have proved fruitful. the new moon this past 25th, the approaching spring, equinox, my birthdayapproaching, too! 23 on the 23rd. maaahhh-jik. all of it was muddling in the undercurrent. mixing and melting, energetic commiseration of the fates.
and all this requires my hair returned RED.
naturally.
forward ho!
xo
i'm starting all over goddamnit.
all these miles i've covered and i still don't know shit from shinola.
and as a dear friend and retired state trooper told me this morning,
"feeling lost? the hiker's first rule of thumb is to immediately stop in the nearest place of comfort,unload the gear,sit down,gather yourself for as long as it takes,don't make hasty decisions and decide whether to attempt to find the trail or backtrack home and find the trail at a later time"
sound advice, gary.
i went to west texas recently.
after not living in texas for two years, i re-connected with what i love and loathe about being from here.
the ubiquitous gun culture in combination with christian holiday sentiment. christ's sake...
thorny bramble, barbed wire, and rusted pick up trucks:
the resourceful rasquache sensibilities of salvage, utilize, scavenge:
the haunting and harsh beauty of the landscape:
the decay, dilapidation, and ultimate abandonment of rural, cowboy heritage:
but how in Terlingua, this way of living thrives:
the banks of the rio grande. the absurdity of borders.
"what happens when you seperate the people from the rivers? bureaucracy!"
-kerouac
resiliency and adaptation:
invention for the sake of wonder:
cause in the end we're all gonna die and you better make sure you had a good time this go-around:
so i'll be here with the hillbillies, rednecks, seekers, and freaks in central texas for the next few months. collecting the shredded scraps of myself and making some money for the next adventure.
yeah, valentines are lame but i was compelled to make one anyway. i mailed it to someone who is WAY too far away from me right now.
"blue is all i've been without you, baby"
carry on, lovers.
xoxo
moved my trip up. ii'll be waking up alone in the desert by snday morning.
until then.
my tits are huge and achey. my mind is racing and sleep escapes me.
times is hard but whiskey is gold.
until then.
my tits are huge and achey. my mind is racing and sleep escapes me.
times is hard but whiskey is gold.
man. i'm going through one of those phases where i just don't like the person that i am. i don't like what comes out of mouth, my opinions, my actions, and what i've done to people and what i've let people do to me.
but i woke up today feeling better. i drank my coffee, washed the breakfast dishes here at my parents' house, got dressed, and left the house with trixie, bound for main street. went and had a beer at the microbrew haus, talked to some people who i adore, flirted with old men in suspenders, and enjoyed the perfectly balmy weather.
i left albuquerque two weeks ago and have since then been lost, to say the least. lost but certainly not without options. i always feel pulled in a million directions. i am so fortunate to be free enough to let myself follow these whims.
and so i've narrowed it down to two options.
on february 11th, i'm heading out to alpine, tx for a few days to scope out jobs and a place to live. i love spending time out there and it goes with my whole frontierswoman, free-wheeling, outcast thing. it is a small town. small. but a university town with a thriving arts community. plus it's near big bend national park, marfa, the fort davis mountains, chinati hot springs, the oasis at balmorreah, turlingua (a dusty ghost town with a THRIVING bar scene), the mcdonald observatory, and so much more. it's an industrial, railroad town, rich in natural resources, with a growing economy in a time when the national one is shrinking. a lot of freaks have been leaving the cities to move out there in recent years. cool.
but,
if i go out there and nothing seems to present itself, i'll come back to my folks place and work for a few months untill i have money for airfare to greece. there is a bedroom in athens waiting for me. a very dear family friend was home for the holidays last week and is begging me to go out there and stay. cool.
last month i made some drastic changes. i'm not sure i made all the right decisions. it's been painful and lonely and disappointing but so it goes.
i'm trying to remain positive and to always live in gratitude. because i am so blessed.
tonight i'm finally watching la vie en rose, the edith piaf biopic, with my mom and hopefully a bottle of french red wine.
xo
oh p.s.
you heard this shit here first motherfuckers. my little bro, the soon to be famous guitar god.
Dylan Ross
check it:
but i woke up today feeling better. i drank my coffee, washed the breakfast dishes here at my parents' house, got dressed, and left the house with trixie, bound for main street. went and had a beer at the microbrew haus, talked to some people who i adore, flirted with old men in suspenders, and enjoyed the perfectly balmy weather.
i left albuquerque two weeks ago and have since then been lost, to say the least. lost but certainly not without options. i always feel pulled in a million directions. i am so fortunate to be free enough to let myself follow these whims.
and so i've narrowed it down to two options.
on february 11th, i'm heading out to alpine, tx for a few days to scope out jobs and a place to live. i love spending time out there and it goes with my whole frontierswoman, free-wheeling, outcast thing. it is a small town. small. but a university town with a thriving arts community. plus it's near big bend national park, marfa, the fort davis mountains, chinati hot springs, the oasis at balmorreah, turlingua (a dusty ghost town with a THRIVING bar scene), the mcdonald observatory, and so much more. it's an industrial, railroad town, rich in natural resources, with a growing economy in a time when the national one is shrinking. a lot of freaks have been leaving the cities to move out there in recent years. cool.
but,
if i go out there and nothing seems to present itself, i'll come back to my folks place and work for a few months untill i have money for airfare to greece. there is a bedroom in athens waiting for me. a very dear family friend was home for the holidays last week and is begging me to go out there and stay. cool.
last month i made some drastic changes. i'm not sure i made all the right decisions. it's been painful and lonely and disappointing but so it goes.
i'm trying to remain positive and to always live in gratitude. because i am so blessed.
tonight i'm finally watching la vie en rose, the edith piaf biopic, with my mom and hopefully a bottle of french red wine.
xo
oh p.s.
you heard this shit here first motherfuckers. my little bro, the soon to be famous guitar god.
Dylan Ross
check it:
[soundtrack for blog]
that creepy girl you saw in the cemetery earlier today? it was me.
that creepy girl you saw in the cemetery earlier today? it was me.
frost in central texas is such a novelty!
and a few snapshots from the vault that both Sheila and Rin have shared with me recently.
well on our way to drunkville in albuquerque this time last year:
at a costume party this summer, i was a bandida/brothel owner, and sheila was my star whore of the ol west:
me and jo lee and our good friend H. H and i decided long ago that in a past life he captained a pirate ship and i was his saucy mistress
seriously, do you know any other 60 year olds (in texas) with a mohawk?
that's all i got for now.
until i have the balls to address what's really going on in my head these days, it will be silly photos and asinine commentary.
xo
i'm in texas with a black pug and a sixty dollar banjo.
it was 3:30 in the morning and 4 degrees when i left taos. 26 hours later i was winding down the two way highways deep in the texas hill country at a comfortable 55 degrees.
hope not to be here long before heading west again. all the way to the pacific. now it's just figuring out the logistics of getting from point a to b.
look!
frankenstardust:
y mas aqui
xo
trixie says:
!WOAHBAMA!
it was 3:30 in the morning and 4 degrees when i left taos. 26 hours later i was winding down the two way highways deep in the texas hill country at a comfortable 55 degrees.
hope not to be here long before heading west again. all the way to the pacific. now it's just figuring out the logistics of getting from point a to b.
look!
frankenstardust:
y mas aqui
xo
trixie says:
!WOAHBAMA!
so it's 2009.
i have no pictures to keep your attention, just something to say.
as i have come to the conclusion that the "real world" entails bombs dropping, trillion dollar deficits, millions of foreclosures, jobs lost, wives beaten, children shot, ceasefires broken, religious zealots crusading, planet trashing, white collar criminals prevailing, free-market capitalist whores getting bailed out by the big government that they supposedly loathed, and general cuntsumerism and paper "dollar bill" WhOReSHIP,
i've decided the world called real is simply not for me.
i mean, i've always known that but i have fallen into a mighty square rut the past few months.
it's time to exricate myself from this shit again, at least for a little while. one minute at a time and all that.
i'm going west again. yesterday, with the help of Sheila, i drug all my shit out to the street and sold it off. i have a free ride to northern california and after that who knows. i'm a resourceful motherfucker and when it boils down can live off the waste that this society produces.
and i've been painting, writing, writing SONGS!, and playing a little bass ukelele. i'm settling into a groove. drinking in moderation, balancing the mystical and the mundane. finding my motherfucken way.
and it's all good. life is so easy over here. we don't have suicide bombers and shells falling. yet.
so i'm gonna keep wandering and spreading good mojo. i'm figuring out the ritual of it all. the intention. understanding the magic that is being alive. i was calling it coincidence for so long.
and the shift IS coming! a return to the roots, the earth. local communities. this global one is simply unsustainable. these are uncharted waters. it will be scary. but take comfort and hope in the greater universal order of things. we are stardust after all and will remain in one form or another in the comfort of eternal flux.
discent. transgression. fucking. loving. crying. dirt. and the sun coming up.
these are the things that i am and understand.
you can take the paycheck. the gun. the drug. the money. the asphalt. the tv. the corporation. the interest rate. petroleum based, pharmaceutical, and bleached.
i don't need any of it.
and i'm done apologizing for being a crazy person raging against the machine.
xo, lovers.
i'll be around. possibly in your town soon! SFers, portlandians, and vancouverites, be on the look out!
-maggie
i have no pictures to keep your attention, just something to say.
as i have come to the conclusion that the "real world" entails bombs dropping, trillion dollar deficits, millions of foreclosures, jobs lost, wives beaten, children shot, ceasefires broken, religious zealots crusading, planet trashing, white collar criminals prevailing, free-market capitalist whores getting bailed out by the big government that they supposedly loathed, and general cuntsumerism and paper "dollar bill" WhOReSHIP,
i've decided the world called real is simply not for me.
i mean, i've always known that but i have fallen into a mighty square rut the past few months.
it's time to exricate myself from this shit again, at least for a little while. one minute at a time and all that.
i'm going west again. yesterday, with the help of Sheila, i drug all my shit out to the street and sold it off. i have a free ride to northern california and after that who knows. i'm a resourceful motherfucker and when it boils down can live off the waste that this society produces.
and i've been painting, writing, writing SONGS!, and playing a little bass ukelele. i'm settling into a groove. drinking in moderation, balancing the mystical and the mundane. finding my motherfucken way.
and it's all good. life is so easy over here. we don't have suicide bombers and shells falling. yet.
so i'm gonna keep wandering and spreading good mojo. i'm figuring out the ritual of it all. the intention. understanding the magic that is being alive. i was calling it coincidence for so long.
and the shift IS coming! a return to the roots, the earth. local communities. this global one is simply unsustainable. these are uncharted waters. it will be scary. but take comfort and hope in the greater universal order of things. we are stardust after all and will remain in one form or another in the comfort of eternal flux.
discent. transgression. fucking. loving. crying. dirt. and the sun coming up.
these are the things that i am and understand.
you can take the paycheck. the gun. the drug. the money. the asphalt. the tv. the corporation. the interest rate. petroleum based, pharmaceutical, and bleached.
i don't need any of it.
and i'm done apologizing for being a crazy person raging against the machine.
xo, lovers.
i'll be around. possibly in your town soon! SFers, portlandians, and vancouverites, be on the look out!
-maggie
one of my last mornings in albuquerque was spent modeling at my painter friend Henry's studio. we were set up on the patio, me nude in a busted old sitting chair. henry, crazy apache, visionary painter with lines and color like matisse, sipping magic mushroom-infused green tea, blue corn growing tall-stalked under late summer sun, a white rabbit in the yard, peering out of his red-washed, wooden hutch. flies buzzing around freshly cut flesh of watermelon, the smell as intoxicating as the sunshine. shadows cast down by the junipers, pinon, and elm trees. a little spider, glowing white green crosses my thigh.
and from the turntable inside, the sounds of les paul and mary ford circa 1953 find their way outside to join us.
and last night, walking my pug in the catskills, down sleepy, winding lanes, overlooked by the setting sun-kissed hills where rip van winkle was seduced by slumber, i spied that same spider that i thought i'd left behind in the desert. i was creeping along the creek bed, gathering moss and succulents to take back to the house to pot. there he was, glowing pale greenwhite against a black rock. good luck finds me even here.
and from the turntable inside, the sounds of les paul and mary ford circa 1953 find their way outside to join us.
and last night, walking my pug in the catskills, down sleepy, winding lanes, overlooked by the setting sun-kissed hills where rip van winkle was seduced by slumber, i spied that same spider that i thought i'd left behind in the desert. i was creeping along the creek bed, gathering moss and succulents to take back to the house to pot. there he was, glowing pale greenwhite against a black rock. good luck finds me even here.
this is for sheila:
rock and roll. i am consumed by some weird sin. it's the rock and the roll that keeps me a forever rolling stone. gathering not moss, just new adventure and experience. perspective and dirt.
i am a love machine.
let's make out
p.s jeezus. i'm only like ten years late but here's my blogger spot
check it out.
rock and roll. i am consumed by some weird sin. it's the rock and the roll that keeps me a forever rolling stone. gathering not moss, just new adventure and experience. perspective and dirt.
i am a love machine.
let's make out
p.s jeezus. i'm only like ten years late but here's my blogger spot
check it out.
