7.10.2009
7.07.2009
excerpt from my birthday letter, july 5, 2009.
I also can't use various tools on vacuum as I can't get them off and on so she cleaned the lady bugs out of window sills and all dirt. She even replaced a piece of wall paper under one window and accomplished so much in a day and a half.
6.17.2009
5.27.2009
in a bunny hole
I saw a man who looked like the brother of the psychopath we met last night. What was he talking about...super-sober-nice man turns to drunk-lost-psycho man in .02, yes worthy of looking behind us and triple locking the doors.
A year ago I would hear feet shuffling outside my door and would prepare myself for the worst, but it was always my imagination. There was never a person with an ax outside my door, and there was never a ghost in my room when I heard weird clicking noises, well maybe there was a ghost (can't say i don't believe or they will start showing up). Even as old as my teenage years when I would stay up later than everyone else in the house...mom, dad and brother, I always had a sense that maybe I was up until 4:30am for a reason, like I was all the sudden an angel sent from heaven to save my family from a murderous robbery. I would peer out of the blinds on my knees with all the lights out and scan across the yard and under the cars for any signs of the hoodlums with their black van and baseball bats.
One time in particular, I heard a burglar/mass murderer making noises in the kitchen, walking up the stairs and down the hallway of course, to my room at the end. As quick as I could, I squeezed myself into the crack between the wall and the mattress and held my breath as the door handle quietly jiggled and the door opened. I could hear him breathing and patting every inch of my bed, in hopes to find a quiet sleeping child, but he never reached his fingers down between the crack. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I was afraid it was going to blow my cover by making the bed shake.
During this heightened state of fear and confusion I heard a voice say "Melissa?" then a long pause and one more big pat on the bed and a throw of the covers. The voice said again, "Where's Melissa?" and again even louder in a stern but not incredibly worried voice, "Bob, Melissa isn't in her room." I wasn't the type of teenager to bust out of my window screen and roll down the roof into the bushes...although I did dream of being a REAL rebel sometimes like my brother always tried to make me out to be. My worst crime was trying to wear plaid grandpa pants and a bright orange Izod sweater vest i picked up from salvation army to church and making everyone think my parents didn't buy me proper clothing. This would of course insinuate I was also drinking, having sex with boys and doing lots of drugs, probably heroin.
Anyway, once I could think over the pounding of my heart and came to my senses I realized it was my mom checking in on me before work at 5:30am, maybe she did that other days too and I never knew it. I thought I was going to get stabbed to death, geez Mom! So now I feel kinda stupid, what was I going to tell her, I was hiding in my closet or under my bed just for fun? I was pretty big kid to be doing Houdini tricks in the middle of the night without a really good reason. I struggled for at least five minutes to get out of the wedged spot I had made for myself, like a baby bunny in a bunny hole (I used to love removing baby bunnies from their holes, and putting them back unharmed, i always knew their moms would take them back, how could they not?). I made my way down to the kitchen in my polka dotted shorts and tank to inform my mom that I was actually between the wall and the mattress because I was scared shitless of the man with a butcher knife trying to kill me first and then my family. I honestly don't think she was that surprised.
Wonder why I didn't scream? Probably because the last time I tried to scream out of fear was when I saw a wolf with his legs cut off at the knee coloring on the bottom of my baby doll crib when I was 3, no sound came out. Anyway, hmm, human nature...save your freakin' self I guess.
A year ago I would hear feet shuffling outside my door and would prepare myself for the worst, but it was always my imagination. There was never a person with an ax outside my door, and there was never a ghost in my room when I heard weird clicking noises, well maybe there was a ghost (can't say i don't believe or they will start showing up). Even as old as my teenage years when I would stay up later than everyone else in the house...mom, dad and brother, I always had a sense that maybe I was up until 4:30am for a reason, like I was all the sudden an angel sent from heaven to save my family from a murderous robbery. I would peer out of the blinds on my knees with all the lights out and scan across the yard and under the cars for any signs of the hoodlums with their black van and baseball bats.
One time in particular, I heard a burglar/mass murderer making noises in the kitchen, walking up the stairs and down the hallway of course, to my room at the end. As quick as I could, I squeezed myself into the crack between the wall and the mattress and held my breath as the door handle quietly jiggled and the door opened. I could hear him breathing and patting every inch of my bed, in hopes to find a quiet sleeping child, but he never reached his fingers down between the crack. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I was afraid it was going to blow my cover by making the bed shake.
During this heightened state of fear and confusion I heard a voice say "Melissa?" then a long pause and one more big pat on the bed and a throw of the covers. The voice said again, "Where's Melissa?" and again even louder in a stern but not incredibly worried voice, "Bob, Melissa isn't in her room." I wasn't the type of teenager to bust out of my window screen and roll down the roof into the bushes...although I did dream of being a REAL rebel sometimes like my brother always tried to make me out to be. My worst crime was trying to wear plaid grandpa pants and a bright orange Izod sweater vest i picked up from salvation army to church and making everyone think my parents didn't buy me proper clothing. This would of course insinuate I was also drinking, having sex with boys and doing lots of drugs, probably heroin.
Anyway, once I could think over the pounding of my heart and came to my senses I realized it was my mom checking in on me before work at 5:30am, maybe she did that other days too and I never knew it. I thought I was going to get stabbed to death, geez Mom! So now I feel kinda stupid, what was I going to tell her, I was hiding in my closet or under my bed just for fun? I was pretty big kid to be doing Houdini tricks in the middle of the night without a really good reason. I struggled for at least five minutes to get out of the wedged spot I had made for myself, like a baby bunny in a bunny hole (I used to love removing baby bunnies from their holes, and putting them back unharmed, i always knew their moms would take them back, how could they not?). I made my way down to the kitchen in my polka dotted shorts and tank to inform my mom that I was actually between the wall and the mattress because I was scared shitless of the man with a butcher knife trying to kill me first and then my family. I honestly don't think she was that surprised.
Wonder why I didn't scream? Probably because the last time I tried to scream out of fear was when I saw a wolf with his legs cut off at the knee coloring on the bottom of my baby doll crib when I was 3, no sound came out. Anyway, hmm, human nature...save your freakin' self I guess.
5.26.2009
new cheap bike you freaks!
Finally found the cheap vintage bike ive been looking for. Happened upon it tied up with a for sale outside my rabbit hole coffee shop today.
5.25.2009
5.06.2009
we are country mice :: show-friday-bklyn!
I recently ran into these lil' country mice with my polaroid camera and kidnapped them for some shots on hipster beach ! I just got an email that they are playing on friday at Cameo in the berg, come check it!
A message from the band:
We Are Country Mice is playing a show this Friday, May 8th, at Cameo in
Williamsburg (N6th between Berry and Wythe, inside The Lovin Cup).
The door is $8 and the lineup is below. Would love to see you there!
*(12:00am) Darlings
*(11:00pm) Knight School
*(10:00pm) Drink Up Buttercup
*(9:00pm) We Are Country Mice
Dj Oil(Kanine Records) and more TBA
5.04.2009
ra ra book drooling.
If only I wasn't narcoleptic while reading books, I'd maybe know more about 'The Woman Who Gave Birth to Rabbits', why 'Nostradamus Ate My Hamster', and whatever 'The Sweet Potato Queen's Guide to Raising Children for Fun and Profit' is about.
Maybe its a good thing. I will stick to choosing my audio books by the narrators with the most soothing voices.
ra ra..off to read a few lines in my book so I can drool all over it.
Maybe its a good thing. I will stick to choosing my audio books by the narrators with the most soothing voices.
ra ra..off to read a few lines in my book so I can drool all over it.
4.28.2009
atta girl
i totally know you aren't checking yourself out in the marc jacobs store window, and the car window, and the juicy store window...you're just checkin' out the merchandise.
4.17.2009
4.14.2009
you give rainbows.
you give them right from your very own hand.
the rainbow is definitely not equated to a leftover bologna sandwich given to a homeless person(which I don't recommend eating or giving), but more like giving a homeless person, well, probably but not limited to...a georgous home.
or...
you could just stick out your right hand and walk away with a pretty rad rainbow tattoo burned on your skin.
4.10.2009
4.09.2009
thank you Kimon Nicolaїdes_part 1
you must check out kates cash register contour!
blind contour drawing: lamp at el batey in old san juan, puerto rico.
4.08.2009
3.23.2009
3.04.2009
2.24.2009
funny lunch time in the studio...
"Do you think it smells like cat pee in here?" said anonymous Brazilian girl.
"No, I think it smells like smelly food though." said Mel.
"Really, ohhhhh, it's my chicken soup, hahahahah!" said anonymous Brazilian girl.
"Hahahahahha!" said Mel.
2.21.2009
I would like to trade in for a bouncy ball and a whoopee cushion please!
Arcade night isn't as exciting when you have just spent 4 days high-rollin' in Vegas....I mean, for real, TICKETS? You mean I can trade my million tickets in for a bouncy ball and a whoopee cushion? So fun though to celebrate a friends b-day and to walk around getting busted for taking pictures of the old machines. I think I was told at least 10 times I wasn't allowed to shoot the machines but I had already taken my favorites by this time, so I would have reeeeeally been bummed if they would have kicked me out. ;)
(photos by mel :: Feb 21, 2009 :: polaroid spectra)
(photos by mel :: Feb 21, 2009 :: polaroid spectra)
2.04.2009
you gave me something
I had a burning party and burned everything.
You gave me something new tonight that will burn like a flame that is fed with oil.
Thank you...this deserves a smile.
You gave me something new tonight that will burn like a flame that is fed with oil.
Thank you...this deserves a smile.
1.15.2009
mousecadet
i saw a little fuzzy mouse on the subway tracks today happily trotting on the track with a bright green peanut m&m in his mouth. i really really love him.
1.06.2009
what up wonka?
saw the giant sized armless nerds on the giant sized nerd box and they are pretty ugly.
10.01.2008
The rings talk like the cards.
They like to tell me about the past, present and the future.
There is a backpack in the past, stuck somewhere between the attic wall and the peeling armoir.
There are lines of red flashing lights in the present, there is a world, there is a day, a walk, a hope.
The future is a heathy version of my stickies.
There is a backpack in the past, stuck somewhere between the attic wall and the peeling armoir.
There are lines of red flashing lights in the present, there is a world, there is a day, a walk, a hope.
The future is a heathy version of my stickies.
8.10.2008
who is responsible
I saw a bird and touched its feathers.
I saw them kiss right here.
He released the birds and they flew back.
She had a bad dream.
much love,
tears and lucky strikes
I saw them kiss right here.
He released the birds and they flew back.
She had a bad dream.
much love,
tears and lucky strikes
7.10.2008
literally
If I were a blimp, I'd wanna hang out with another blimp. Hot air balloons have tons of friends!
7.08.2008
4.08.2008
3.26.2008
1.14.2008
in silence
i submerge to heal my broken ribs.
what you need is not here.
what you need has been thrown away.
what you need is not here.
what you need has been thrown away.
12.19.2007
dear santa, oh how things change
my teeth hurt
my closet is too small
my feet are cold
my house is messy
my hard drives are full
i can't explain it
i can't find it
i can't be there
i'm out of hangers
i'm confused
i'm tired
i don't remember
i don't know
i saw a spider in the crack of my ceiling the other day
i killed it
i don't have any idea what i want for christmas
my closet is too small
my feet are cold
my house is messy
my hard drives are full
i can't explain it
i can't find it
i can't be there
i'm out of hangers
i'm confused
i'm tired
i don't remember
i don't know
i saw a spider in the crack of my ceiling the other day
i killed it
i don't have any idea what i want for christmas
11.20.2007
i can.
do you see the stars?
are they ordinary?
are they shiny and perfect?
maybe.
there is a sound that you cannot hear.
i can.
are they ordinary?
are they shiny and perfect?
maybe.
there is a sound that you cannot hear.
i can.
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