someone likes the new rug i got today.
i went on a ruthless book culling spree and gathered three whole bags worth to donate to the library. please note this is the emptiest that bookcase has been since i moved in (not pictured, three other bookcases in equal or more shameful condition). please also note that it is embarassingly far from empty, even after removing three bagfuls. i need them!!
i got the black dahlia on audiobook and i’ve been listening to it while i drive around. it’s fascinating to hear him talk about empty lots at hoover and slauson sixty years ago when i was just there last week, marveling at the at-grade rail tracks and combination pizza hut and taco bell. this morning i drove to the market early through deserted streets and he was talking about tailing a cream colored packard from ventura boulevard over cahuenga pass down highland to hancock park, and i’m stopped at a light at highland and squinting into the sun i can almost see their ghosts crossing by.
and then there were dahlias at the market. i don’t know if these are black, but they’re for the still unavenged betty short.
Cotton Candy Ice Creams. (Photo by the always amazing Agent Lover.) (via c-m)
Mark Rothko, Brown and Gray Sandwich, 1963. Liverwurst and peanut butter on white bread, with crusts removed. (16miles)
i want this for lunch today! (boing)
Popsicle stick graveyard across the street from the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center.
maybe she’s against the inclusion of reproductive health care? or wants uniform standards applied to pubic hair grooming? (pams)
