Penang Wall Painting

Painting fits the real bike perfectly. I love their faces, and can relate so well.
Which happy childhood doesn't have a bike in it somewhere? 

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It's the most beautiful Saturday, actually Spring-like, and I'm sitting here eating a microwaved hot dog after a two hour nap in our empty apartment. It's past 3 in the afternoon and I'm still in my pajamas. Drew took Chloe to hang out with his brother, etc., and they're all at the Short Hills mall in Jersey now.  I told him last night that I wanted to sleep in, so he said he'd take Chloe out, and I was grateful. He's sent me pictures of her napping in the car and "shopping" at the mall. Meanwhile I'm wondering why I thought they'd be back after lunch.

But I guess I should be using this time to edit that manuscript I've barely even started on. And I feel bad, slightly, that I haven't done any housework. The rugs needs to be vacuumed, our bedroom is in disarray, the laundry needs to be done, our shower curtain smells mildewy, and there are the remains of Chloe's breakfast on our dining table -- yellow, dried up pieces of a scrambled egg.

I hear footsteps up the stairs, wonder if it's them. I hear keys clinking, and think it's got to be Drew about to open the door. And then I realize that it's just our neighbors.

Earlier today, I watched UP. That cartoon of the old man with a square jaw and fingers and glasses and his house carried by balloons, and that rotund boy with all the wild explorer badges. I sat on our big gray couch and laughed and laughed. And wondered why I didn't watch cartoons more often.

Wonder why I don't do a lot of things more often.

Chloe's eyebrows are my love

Yuna sings

Thinkin Bout You (Frank Ocean cover)

George Saunders

What's the best piece of advice you have ever received?
 

"When I was in my 20s, I had this big plan to go down to El Salvador and write about the war. Never mind that I had never written anything and didn’t speak Spanish. I ran into the father of a friend of mine, and told him about my plan. I kind of expected him to shoot me down but he didn’t. Instead, he thought about it a bit, then said, 'Well, if that’s your dream, you’ve got to do it. Because you know who you’re going to blame if you don’t, right?'

"I thought about this, and was pretty sure I knew where he was going. 'Yes,' I said, 'I’ll blame myself.'

"'Bullshit!' he said. 'You’ll blame your wife and kids, when you get them."

"Somehow this has stayed with me all of these years; this idea that, one reason to try and do the things you want to do (especially artistically) is that, if you don’t at least try, you’ll be discontent, and may take this discontent out on those closest to you. Or, to put it more positively: If you at least try to do the things that excite you, it will make you a more expansive and present person — you’ll feel, at the end of your life, that at least you took the shot."

Pre-working days with C.

Cat's Cradle

"Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder, 'Why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand."

--Kurt Vonnegut

Breakfast

Chloe fed herself some Wheatabix, the majority of which ended up everywhere...except in her mouf!

Eyelet sandals

Tory Burch