Oh the heat

So if you live in Texas right now, you know how I feel. It's soooo effing hot outside that you can not even enjoy yourself unless you are soaking in a pool. Actually, the pool is even warm...at least it's salt water. But still. Last weekend I left the market with a huge amount of tomatos and cherry plums. Pretty purple, yellow, and red colors.  I also scored some butter lettuce and radishes (with tarragon mayo). I had some yummy watermelon radishes, but.....I ate them.

You had a sweet mustache.

You held lots of cross-eyed babies.

Thanks for making me the hippie I am today.

Eeyore's Birthday

It's been around since 1963 and started as a picnic for UT students. As you can assume, it was the 60's and the hippie vibe was everywhere. So people have been attending for decades and if you sit down and talk to some of the people, you can hear about how it's dramatically evolved. The drum circles were pretty entertaining. Why it was next to the port-a-potties....don't ask me. But this was back in April, when the temperatures were not nearing 100.

The have a statue of Eeyore, it's pretty effing rad. I used it as a mark to know where the hell I was. Seeing as though I have no sense of direction, it kinda helped. Don't laugh until you have to use a giant statue of a fictional character to make your way back to your blanket and cooler.

It was a really great time, it's so much fun and so "Austin"

Richard Brautigan

Growing up, my dad always read to me. One of my favorite poems, that will soon hopefully be forever on my ribcage along with my Joan of Arc quote.

When I was little, everyone was reading the Berenstain Bears. No doubt I knew them inside out as well. But my dad always read my favorite, "Trout Fishing in America". I was that girl. My beatnik parents read me Brautigan, I dreamed of being a kool aid wino....wished I lived in Watermelon sugar....and god forbid have wild animals go over my homework while gnawing on my parents appendages. I was lucky, my dad was commissioned by Wharhol and playing football against Akroyd and the Belushi Brothers. When I said Dada, I wasn't refering to him.

avant garde.