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2001-07-22 || 1:57 p.m. || i am in portland and there are wee hearts and stars twirlin 'bout my head right now. || hallo. i am in portland. i do not know where to begin. i m caught in the eye of a tornado of knitting needles and yellow yarn and muffie in a lovely squirrel shirt and lakefair in olympia and oona and my boys on the porch, smoking. staying up until three in the kitchen sitting on upside down milk crates and drinking whiskey. reading zines in the bathroom. the ribeye and the paradox cafe and a crazy lovely portland show at the red and black, viewed through fogged up windows from outside, all the kids dancing and hooting and flashing movie star smiles. talking to new people on the sidewalk. oh. and lucinda is here and we are camped up in michael's room, recovering from too many carbohydrates. oh. and i am so incredibly inspired. owen and i are making plans to collaborate- my zine and casiotone music and i shouldn't say anything quite yet but is there something in the air here? i want to write and draw and finish things. record everything. write notes on the sidewalk thanking whatever magical powers that are seeping from the ground here. oh breathe breathe breathe. and m and o sound terribly happy, full of friends and plans and a garage waiting for crafty antics. oh. heart heart heart. yay for summer. yay for portland. yay for feeling completely alive and excited again and oh how i want to knit my punk rock wrist band on the porch and eat ice cream right about now. mmm. kisses, jenny guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |