HTML is such a crick in the neck, as if it weren't annoying enough that the new blog's been looking like poopy shite from Day One, now it's just plain non-functional. Under fierce coercion from the kids, I humbly backpedal to this.
Us sad laggers finally did La Vie En Rose at La Chateu Le Bert. Which was great. Both. The movie, and being re-installed as a semi-permanent resident at the Wee house. But her eyebrows were a constant source of discomfort to me throughout. And we'll be singing in faux french for another week or so.
Kids, what happened to our resolution, i.e. Dave: "It's the summer to disappear," ?
Disappear off the social circuit entirely (together, of course) -
Read my lips: Not. Happening. Planned invisibility has crumbled into delight at faces, faces, faces - so many faces, we welcome back the entire missing slab of homeground soil in the form of trickling returners, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and sporting varying degrees of tans leftover from varyingly debauched (dare I say trippy?) spring breaks early in the semester. Hello So-Cal kids, hello East-Coasters, hello everyone who stayed. Here, I channel in words what was best embodied by darling Liz Sugiono Sim at 3:30AM on that sweaty Steve Aoki morning. Arms spread wide, pupils dilated, planted square on in that glittery Velvet tunnel: "WELCOME BACK KIDS, HERE WE GO"
Here we go, indeed.
Kings of the Heap.
The other night was the rooftop, overlooking the city.
Tonight will be the heap of fertilizer sitting outside the National Museum.
Our affinity for heights has its roots in our kind trying to view everything from above.
We've breached the top of Maslow's pyramid and it's going to be an uphill journey from here.
When will I see Earth from space?
Coming close. With a little help from my sputnik troopers.
I NO LONGER SUPPLY PHOTOS THEY ARE FUCKING UP MY CORNER OF CYBERSPACE
HIT UP BERT/LIS/STEFFERS/HAS/D if you want 'em.
Meanwhile, let's call the Resolution to Disappear what it is, my dears. A SCAM. WE ARE BUT LIARS.
With that said,
See you at Velvet tomorrow, fools.
xx
