crazy old people

Hugo and I have long yearned for old age and our expectations that it will allow us complete and total freedom from the self consciousness so characteristic of youth.

It's happening - slowly, as it should. As we age, we increasingly lean toward wearing whatever we damn please and acting however we damn want. It is safe to say, however, that we're far from our ideals.

So, in the sprint of being (finally) in our third decade of life, let this blog be our guiding light: Advanced Style. It's a chronicle of what old people wear, and I really love it.

bonsai

I got a ficus bonsai for my 30th. It's 21 years old. I dote over it (no surprise) nearly daily. It's definitely a family member. We've got two adults, a betta fish named Michael Phelps, an army of orchids, and now bonsai. My family is almost complete.

Just look at that root system!

tagline?

Can anyone help me come up with a tagline for this puppy?

OMFG!

Prince music videos!

Accidental Cell Phone Image

My cell phone randomly takes photos. Here's another one that I really liked. Every time I look at it, I discern something slightly different.

Franconia Sculpture Garden

A month or so ago, we went to the Franconia Sculpture Park. This was my favorite piece - a dilapidated structure hanging from ropes. The inside is just a massive web of rope.

Laurie preferred a large metal structure that resembled fecal matter. Is anyone surprised?

Rubik's Cube modification

I've been taunting Hugo Minor with the stencils I used to make this cube. It was remarkably satisfying to make this.

WINDOW SILL

THE COLLECTION

Here they all are. Aren't they strange? And some of them got beat up. And, I'm not sure - but am I supposed to be missing the card of 5s? I put the receipt in place of them.

WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE???

They just keep coming. WHAT are they??

WHAT ARE THESE?

concrete formwork to die for

I learned about Peter Zumthor's Earth and Fire chapel today. I cannot stop thinking about it. Thomas Mayer photographed it and it is stunning.

The Butter Heads

I saw the Butter Heads for the first time yesterday. I had the good fortune to arrive when one of the dairy princesses was having her portrait sculpted in a 90 pound block of butter.

I might cry

I just watched the last episode of Twin Peaks.

legwarmers

I finished knitting these tonight. My mother bought the wool yarn in Santa Fe at least four years ago and just this year did I get around to using it. I'm deeply in love with them! Bring it on, winter!

It's August! Finally!

We have an experimental garden this summer. "Experimental" because I've never gardened in Minnesota before, so I'm making all sorts of trial-and-error mistakes. We've had these huge, winding cucumber plants for weeks and I just hadn't seen any cucumbers yet. I was being so patient and watering dilligently. Underneath all those leaves, though, were two HUGE cukes hiding from visibility. I just cut them this morning. I was so shocked to see them nestled to the ground under the dark canopy of scratchy cucumber leaves. Oh my gosh, I'm such a happy mama right now.

We've been getting these banana peppers for awhile now, and the cherry tomatoes are to die for. It's pretty good considering it's "experimental," and considering I've only ever gardened in Texas and El Salvador before.

11 am sun through the blinds

Laura Palmer's Theme on Piano

What a strange video! The cat is really cute, though. Do those hands look familiar?

second half of season two

Warning: this post contains spoilers for episodes 210-212.

Just when I realized that there are no kids in Twin Peaks, Little Nicky is introduced. He's got a case worker, two dead parents, a self-centered role model of an "uncle," and is now suspected for having homicidal supernatural powers? Goodness, Lynch, your childhood must've been a hard one.

Just when I realized that there were no black people in Twin Peaks, Roger Hardy is introduced. He's gruff and stern and suspends Coop from the FBI. I don't know what to make of this, except the obvious? The American Indian and black characters just seem bit stunted, undeveloped, two-dimensional. If only I could know if Lynch did this intentionally or subconsciously.

Just when I realized that everyone is straight in Twin Peaks, they introduce Denise. Denise might be straight, still, it's hard to tell. It's hard to tell because Lynch obviously didn't get the difference between gender identity and sexual orientation. For the late 80's, I suppose David Duchovny does a moderately okay job of depicting a transvestite. Perhaps I'm a harsh critic for this arena, but I was tisk-tisking Dale when he told Denise that he assumes she no longer is attracted to men. I loved her bizarre comeback! "Even though I wear a dress, I still put my panties on one leg at a time." So odd.

Just when I started to doubt my diagnosis of Audrey with histrionic personality disorder because she seemed to be learning her lesson, she goes and tempts Bobby Briggs! Goodness, that girl always is way smarter than the rest.

And just when I felt relieved to verify Laura's killer, I began to feel the intensity of my interest in the show wane just a bit. The episodes feel different now. All sorts of other bizarre supernatural things are going on, and there's still the problem of BOB floating around the universe, but I'm less tense. I'm laughing more and holding my breath less. I can definitely tell the series is about to end. I'm disappointed that viewers had given up at this point, and that the producers were planning for its exit. I would've been one of those fans to hold on for seven seasons.

I am quite curious to find out if the series ends with a tidy knot, or if it leaves me with a bunch of questions and a furrowed brow. I'm betting on the latter.

Hedwig

Laurie and I saw a local production of Hedwig and The Angry Inch last night. Wow! It was good - it made me roar with laughter and get a little choked up. All in all, it rocked our cocks off. Here's the star.