Earlier
Today Ego Assassin forced me to walk down a rather crowded Toronto street, in broad daylight, while wearing this.. number. It’s custom made and all mine and I love it. Sleep. Now.
Gone again, gone again
It’s been the sort of day that leaves one unable to compose a sentence, let along a blog post. Yet I insist on flooding your RSS feeds with nonsense. Endure! Received another present today, this time from my roommate: The Kama Sutra. I’ve been looking at the illustrations in confusion, calling her into my bedroom and pleading for clarity though none has come, yet. If you’re still not sure what I want this year, here is a hint or two. …
Caffeine, my love
I should be sleeping. In about 5 hours I’ll be waiting in line to face bureaucracy as a friend put it earlier tonight. But, before I attempt to convince my brain it’s tired, I thought I’d show you my new necklace. My birthday is this Thursday! The D gave me early presents, among them this necklace I’ve been lusting after. It’s a caffeine molecule, symbol of the fuel coursing through my veins. Despite my current, utterly frazzled, state, this is …
Here, there and everywhere
I’ve spent the past two weekends away and suddenly have an overabundance of images to shove your way, before they recess into the Flickr void. As I shake the last bits of sand from my hair and photos from this weekend download, here are some favorites from the most recent San Francisco excursion, all clickable for embiggening. First, a tiny dog I met in Berkley. His name is Punk Rock, though we may never know why. Stopped briefly at its …
Solo art show in Toronto!
Thursday July 31, you’re invited. It’s an art reception and it’s my birthday, thus the celebration shall be twice as festive. In addition to a display of never before seen art, you’ll be treated to wine, cheese and the chance to buy a limited run of Zoetica+Plastikwrap tees [only for the ladies at the moment]. This is all of course exciting for a variety of reasons, but especially because I get to be with friends. I first started talking to …
Internet woman, Valleywagged
 It turns out someone wants to see me through a Vaseline-smeared lens, lazily flopping around a satin-covered bed with Arianna Huffington. Not the first time, likely not the last. That someone is Melissa Gira. I knew it! Read her post, The 7 Internet women Playboy should have asked to get naked, on Valleywag.
Dipetra
photo: Karen Hsiao wardrobe: Antiseptic Fashion hair/makeup/model: Zoetica Ebb
Morning Olympics
For those wondering how little Micron is fitting in, let me tell you: the dog is a menace and a nihilist.