Just checking in...

I treat blogging the same way as exercise. Its something I do in spurts. Nothing, nothing, nothing and then a one month membership at hot yoga, daily classes, organic eating... Then back to a gluttonous existence without batting an eye.

Sometimes I get really into my blog. I get super verbose and can't help but want to tell people things that they probably dont care about but I feel like writing. It'll go for days on end, sometimes whole weeks even. And then, I don't write a word for a month. I think this is why I assume I could never really write for a living, it's just not something I can make myself do. It needs to be organic. Needs to come when I need to get it out. My writing is my therapy and nothing else, but if others take to it, read it, like it, even better.

I've been thinking lately of starting up a blog more devoted to things and less to my actual thoughts and musings. I spent the weekend at the Architectural Digest Home Design Expo and I have all these creative ideas and thoughts pouring out of my head but this blog just seems like the wrong place to put them... We'll see.

We're closing my restaurant during lunch soon for summer hours so I'll have days free pretty much always soon. Perhaps I need to make this new blog into a job type task, something to keep me occupied. Art projects. Do-it-yourself tests. New products, pretty furniture, color palettes. I always wanted this blog to be a daily kinda thing but I just can't force myself to write. At least not publicly.

Anyway, needed to get those thoughts out. Perhaps this week I'll be in the habit of it now...

"Though dreams can be deceiving
Like faces are to hearts
They serve for sweet relieving
When fantasy and reality lie
Too far apart"
-Fiona Apple

Billowing

Billowing
Originally uploaded by All Sex and Philosophy

This is where I wish I was right now. Cape Town. Beautiful.

Decline of Detroit

There is a haunting photo essay on Detroit's sad decline into abandonment featured in Time Magazine right now. Maybe I'm moved because Detroit is my hometown (well the suburbs of in reality but there is certainly a connection to the city we in the 'burbs surround). I grew up wishing that I was from a vivacious, thriving city like New York or Chicago (and consequently moved to both those cities) and it was always so depressing to drive through Detroit and see the potential it still had.

Detroit is a beautiful city. Architecturally amazing. Brimming with a history seemingly forgotten. There's something quite haunting about the city still, a town of ghosts. Over the years I've tried to explain the oddness of the place to others who have never been. Its almost like taking a trip to Machu Pichu or Pompeii. A civilization destroyed and an ancient ruins remained. The only difference is there are still people alive who remember its days of glory.

http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1882089,00.html

A Change of Seasons

(circa February 2002)

In a different time
when the sun shone bright
in clear blue skies
And flowers started to poke their eyes
from the cold earth
with life again

When the birds returned
to sing their happy melodies
in the glistening of the morning dew
I would see you
and you're face would light up
in a way that let me know
I was more than just a friend

But seasons change
Now that same sun hides
her face behind clouds of grey
And all the flowers are nestled away
under the dead dirt
without a trace

Now that its too cold
for the birds to sing of happy times
amongst this frozen sea
You see me
and try to force a smile
in a way that lets me know
that I have been replaced

Little Things

Little Things
Originally uploaded by All Sex and Philosophy

My second day in Africa I emerged from the shower to find a fresh cup of coffee and a rusk beside my bed. It was the little things he did, the trivial bits like this, that made me love him in the first place.