Aesop Rock is down with Jeremy Fish

dopeness

"These sneakers are so dang girly, instead of insoles, they have sanitary pads."- Manila Ryce






a friend of mine gave me three Nike sneakers to freak - one being his, one being his friend's, and one being for my self. he also lent me paint to paint the sneakers how ever way i want to paint them.



and how it often happens, i froze.



i work well under pressure. often times TOO well. to the point that the only way i can get shit done is to light a fire underneath my ass fueled by stress and catalyzed by procrastination.



but as i was thinking (and affirming) to myself last night, time is too damn precious and valuable to be procrastinating and sit in a pool of fear. i can't say i am scared of a lot of things, but the one thing that scares me is not being able to do all the things i want to do with this life. i don't want to wait around. i don't want to have the attitude that i deserve something and that it should be handed down to me. i don't want to keep saying "tomorrow." i don't make excuses and i don't take them either.


but like art making, and writing, and working out, and with everything, it is all a process... and i need to learn how to love it.

Three Apples Crunch...

i absolutely had a grand ole time at Sunday brunch with the girls at Royal T. I still have tons of photos to post up but I had to put this one up. KayaBear and I were ecstatic to be there. Knife-weilding Malcolm, ehhh, not so much.. in fact, he told me in the car:

"auntie alfie, thomas the train HATES hello kitty."

wooooo,was he mad at being there. but when the waffles came out, he surrendered to the sugary goodness, enough to surpass the fact that they were hello kitty shaped.

just tell him he's a godzilla eating a plate of decapitated hello kitties. he was fine with that.

happy 35th bday, HK!