The Downside of Bacon
The only downside
of the big Sunday morning breakfast
is that I go to church--
and everywhere else after that--
smelling stridently of bacon.
Jailbreak
It's Saturday night.
Harried mom, crabby kids--
they want to go out
but I want them to stay in.
Can't we just have a nice evening together,
and where do you want to go anyway,
I cajole.
Suddenly, the situation strikes me as funny:
I remember hearing this a long, long time ago
only I was the teenager
trying to escape.
Mirror Mirror
Last night was Laguna Beach's first Art Walk of 2011. David and I went to our friend Carla Tesak's gallery, Salt Fine Art, for the opening of her new show "Mirror Mirror." Carla, who is originally from El Salvador, specializes in Latin American contemporary art and has totally turned me on to several of her favorite artists. Tonight I fell in love with the work of Luis Cornejo, a young Salvadoran artist who paints by blending both acrylic and oil (which I guess is technically difficult), and combines hyperrealism with flat, two-dimensional images. He draws much of his inspiration from the world of fashion, pop culture, and current events, and his paintings are meant to deliver a subtle social critique and challenge our ideas of perfection. I love this untitled painting (above). I'm not sure if my interpretation-as-haiku is what Cornejo intended; if I ever get to meet him I'll ask.
A woman in blue
wonders if she's playing the
game or being played
Caffeine-Assisted To-Do List
Must clean out the fridge
and un-decorate the house.
First things first: coffee.
Pressing On
I focus on this one thing:
Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead...
I press on toward the goal
--Philippians 3:13-14
Has it really been almost a year,
this daily homespun poetry thing?
I'm pressing on toward the goal.
Oof
a lot of champagne
plus a little tequila
equals a headache!