Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Why Moms are Kinda the Best

On Tue, Mar 31, 2009 at 7:48 AM, Tattiya Kliengklom wrote:

Oh yeah, and she gave me a $25 gift card to Red Lobster. I gave her a big hug. There's no way in the world she could have known that RL is my guiltiest of all pleasures, the cement that holds together the bond of a near and dear friend, Liz Albertson (located in Knoxville, TN), and I together whilst landlocked in Madison, WI, unless, of course, my contention that the cheshire moon was smiling specifically for me was true. Big sigh!    

Can you say Crab Crackin' Monday?

From Villes to Boroughs to Burghs

The trees change from lush greens and reds and purples
to reveal rusty patches.
my heart pounds through steel to rubber to cement to earth
through bare black arteries, branching veins and thin capillaries
blurring and softening the gray skyline.

Monday, March 23, 2009

It just might be a crackhead, got a hold of the WRONG stuff.

Adventure with Crackheads / Austin, TX

So... Adriana and Marie were enlisted to offer $5 haircuts at 1808 during SXSW. Simple enough? I volunteered to get the ball rolling. Adriana gave me a very sweet french braid that wrapped around my head earlier during the day (trust, it was cute), and the plan was to get a bitty trim and re-braid. Trim? Done. JUST as Adriana starts the french braid, STRAIGHT from the alley, comes SHEILA. In all her glory. All up in Adriana's hands as she's braiding my hair. Choice quotes:

"You gotta wet ALL that."
"You gotta use the comb. Get all that baby hair."
"Here, let me show you."
"You gotta pinch it."
"Baby, am I hurtin' you?"
"I'mma make my own style!"
"Ooh, if you were here yesterday, I would have given you microbraids, with a little bead at the end."
"When you go back to LA, and you just take them our with your fingers, your hair's gonna be CURLY curly."

The way Sheila was yanking my shit and talking, I thought it couldn't be anything else but the bomb biggety, but what she gave me was straight. up. DOOKIE. braids. WITH... 4 little rat tails at the end. She worked so hard on my hair, Adriana and I both felt uncomfortable telling her that I look like a broke-ass, first time Midwesterner visiting Nassau / RZA. AND fools were taking my picture while the shit was going down. So not pumped. 

I even tried to pop my collar to hide my rat tails, unsuccessful. Luckily when I came back to pick up the girls, hair undid, Sheila was back in the alley and did not recognize me... Moral of the story: do not, I repeat, DO NOT let crackies do your hair. Either that, or I need to grow a set of balls, and speak my mind when crackies attempt to cornrow my shit.


Thursday, March 19, 2009

6:37pm CMT

they say you shouldn't
for fear of what you'll lose
but i did
for as long as i could
red phantom dots accompany me on the walk back
thoughts busy with all that was gained