I Got Nothing But Love For You Wednesday, April 29, 2009
And I know you will, too, when you see Betsy in Dolores.

Happy birthday, Betsy boo. I’ve got a RIDIC amount of love for you.
Try With All My Might Monday, April 27, 2009
I can’t help my heartstrings from being pulled.

a text message from my mom last night
The new moon is my favorite. It’s my mom’s, too. It’s nice to know we still think nicely of each other when we’re not each other’s favorites.
Tribeca Film Festival Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I’m watching Jimmy Fallon and he mentioned the Tribeca Film Festival kicking off and it got me nostalgic of New York, festivals in New York and, most importantly, Helvetica.

I bring this up because I don’t know if I’ve ever put it out there but this is, essentially, how I want to design everything: cleanly, clearly and effectively. It’s sexy. Really.
FYI: Why this is “sexy” is because the single line carries the “i” in all the words listed. It also symbolizes the physiology of film taking on the simplified version of the film strip–the basis of this festival. And the use of Helvetica is bonus.
Tribeca? More like Trifecta!
Redefining Love: A Tribute to Janet Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I’m falling back on my roots again. Ahem, Janet. She, along with my other friends, are a good part of why I’m solid. They’re my support system, much like beams propping me up when I’m not especially beaming on my own.

It’s nice to just be and to be understood. It’s also bonus to laugh. And to laugh (or to make me laugh) at JoAnn’s on a Saturday at 10′ish AM , that’s pretty remarkable.
But that’s the magic she can bring. Love you, Buddy.
Friday, April 17, 2009
I can’t sleep because my feet are frozen. Wish I could warm them up by dancing.
More specifically, dancing with Janet.

To what is our latest song to go silly over:

Like we did tonight over crawfish carnage.

From One Ostrich to Another Tuesday, April 14, 2009

It's hard to tell but I am totally freaking the f out in this pic.
But my trademark maniacal laughter here might give it away.
Godsent Saturday, April 11, 2009

That’s what my godson is. Or that’s what his hugs and kisses are. They single-handedly brought me back to life last night. I owe you, B.

And then there are my Js. John pulled out all the stops with his special ramen using homemade broth he spent 8+ hours making the night before topped with chunks of fresh crab, jumbo shrimp, chicken and a fried egg. Janet threw in the champers.
There really is no place like home. <3



