Part of the fun of bringing all that old crap from Maine to Brooklyn last month is going through old photos. Woo, there are some doozies!

This, however, is not a doozy, but one of my all-time favorite favorite pix of me and my best girl, taken on our high school graduation day:

Click through to get the poop on my secret crush! (Note: yes, I was way the heck over him before my boyfriend of that year, the infinitely cooler Tyrone II, Esq., came along.)

Also note: I am 18 in that photo.

I have a GREAT superhunky picture of Tyrone too, from the same day.

Fought not one but two fires today, then tackled the crowds of self-absorption at the 14th street Trader Joe’s, then came home to a little housecleaning, and Leland’s not here and the last thing I really want to do right now is head into the studio. Which means, yes, that’s right, it’s exactly the time that I need to be in the studio the most. But first, a list.

1. Item: Mr. Wood is having a bleepin’ hard time with his eye right now. Go libate a bottle of scotch to his non-blindness. Or at least keep him in your thoughts.

2. My copy of the Fairytale Tarot arrived. Hoo–wow. That’s about all I can articulate at the moment, but I’ve added it to my stack of things to review for Endicott. Which I’d better start whittling down soon, as I’m sure Midori will be compiling the lists in early May. Other reviews a-comin’: Sonya Taffe’s two recent releases, OUTFOXING FEAR, and the Mythic Delirium anthology.

3. Speaking of reading, if you want something that reminds me a heck of a lot of PLATFORM, check out FIVE FLIGHTS UP. Feels like Ms. Schlesinger is a kindred spirit. Also makes me want to write — hrm, not more PLATFORM, because busking is hard work and just thinking about it exhausts me — about the faces of New York, faces and minds, bones and hearts. If you know what I mean.

4. Mini-project for two or three rainy days: systematically download every mp3 from folkden.com.

5. A couple of nights ago, I said to Leland, “give me something to dream on.” And he pulled out a couple of old Dover books with art by Heinrich Kley. Talk about a mind that’s delightfully unfettered. Most folks are lucky if they can tap into their shadow sides even once in a while. Some of it reminded me a bit of Molly Crabapple’s stuff (love it!).

6. I guess you know you’ve made it as a blogger when the spammers have found you. The spammers have found this place. But! No worries, thanks to Wordpress‘ spam protection. Comments shall stay on. I love Wordpress.

7. Role playing games aren’t my thing. I harbor no prejudice, mind; it’s the time suck factor that gets me. Ergo, I know nothing of that world, save for what my one lone hardcore gamer friend reports when she skips off to I-CON or whatever. So I can’t imagine that there are many gamers passing through. That said, has anyone here heard of Deliria? The divine Miss Sooj Tucker mentions it on a radio broadcast that’s on her latest live album and I daresay it’d be right up my alley.

First, the New York Times has even more evidence that J.T. Leroy never existed and is the pen name of a somewhat mixed-up 40-year old woman. And now James Frey (A MILLION LITTLE PIECES) comes under the gun.

This is really starting to bum me out. Whatever happened to writing memoirs that are, you know, memoirs?

Wikipedia pages to get back to: Freemasonry, Symbolism (arts)