Knock Knockin'

... one of these days i'm gonna run up those steps and go inside!

Time To Wake The F@#% Up

... 'cause i gotta 

Keep Calm

& 

'Stache On

Be Open

This is how i remember you ...

... went for a drive after work and returned here for some quiet because "sometimes it's still loud".

This Dude

[December 2011]

... i was freshly unemployed then, but still feelin' good sporting new boots.

Spiraling

[October 2011]

Summertime Kinda Jazzy Noir

<< Hello Pork Pie Hat >>

Camino del Pasado

It Was Neither A Long, Long Time Ago Nor Far, Far Away

A pesar de la distancia, mi deséo para vos sigue igual ...

que sigas abriendo nuevos caminos con cada pincelada sobre el lienzo de tus sueños, como caricias sobre galaxias, que las estrellas te acompañen hacia mundos que reflejan la luz y belleza de tu corazón ... y que seas siempre felíz.

Mo Self Portrait

After Shave

... it's the first of the month and that means a self portrait. And, this time, a shave! I hadn't seen my cheeks since October of last year (and longer than that since i'd seen my chin!). I told my 3-year old nephew--a.k.a, Captain Jack Sparrow--i was growing a pirate mustache. Aarrrgh!!

It Could Happen ... Soon

Roasted, Brewed & Served by hugO Chávez

"I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee." ~Carly Simon

Writer Cool Cat

Dos Gatos [February]

A quote that sums up this Cat Week:

"Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance." ~Dan Greenburg

... perhaps sometimes. Y'all already know it's been a slow week of mobile shooting and navigating through the rhythms and grind at Spring's end. But Cat Week is no excuse to simply lay back and shuffle through pics from the archive: I remind you of this quote.

I chose this pic--from my MacBook's webcam--to end Cat Week because it's like a "behind-the-scenes" still of this blog. (Here, the then-unemployed, yet smiling, blogger with his peaceful gato.) Whether i post directly from my BlackBerry or from my laptop, i'm usually sitting on the couch ... with Moon looking over my shoulder; and when he's not, he's taking up virtually the entire couch and i have to move a couple pillows and make myself comfortable somehow. He's my biggest critic, really, as you can tell. 

Summer's but a few days away and this blog's nearly at the half way point of daily offerings for this processional cycle. Grateful everyday in all ways ... here's to our four-legged companions that also remind us to live each day fully. 

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know tomorrow
won't come home on a someday
with yesterday's key

"Where Is Everybody?"

this creepy old town

aint got nobody to hold

my hand as i laugh

My Soul Remembers ...

The Last Bookstore

"However tough the peasant in his heart, every writer needs people who believe in him, give him a shoulder to cry on, and value what he values." ~John Gardner

[ Much later that morning ... ]

I think i walked through some kind of portal last night on 5th Street in Downtown. The new moon in Aries was also feisty with some left over winter melancholia. The mood bookended what was a sensational night of music at the Exchange: Alice Russell with Quantic, DJ Rich Medina, and the Robert Glasper Experiment--joined by special guests vocalists Bilal, King, and Lalah Hathaway. If that show was a groove and beat heavy powered trip into the new directions, and ever present dimensions, of "jazz", then The Last Bookstore on 5th Street and Spring, with its retro-futurism deco and fixtures - a little romantic, a little industrial - was a welcomed, albeit melancholy, rest stop for a broken hearted time traveling bard ... (22.03.12)

Get Ta Steppin'

... advice from tonight's Crow Moon. And in lieu of a photo of this month's full moon, i found this cool animated short. May all your paths be filled with magic and light.

Sepia In Green

my graphite lips trace
smeared kisses l e a v i n g your bare
vertebrae branches

Time Was

... just one of the many curiously wonderful subjects you'll discover in the labyrinth aisles of Brand Bookshop.

Ho-rol-o-gy (n): the art or science of making timepieces or measuring time.

My late grandfather, Joaquin Chavez, was a watchmaker. In El Salvador, he belonged to a Masonic order of joyeros, or jewelers. I know of a watch and jewelry repair shop he helped open here in Glendale--I found one of his business cards many years ago--but i still don't know the whole story. Looks like it's time i went and got it ...