Yes, I know I have glitter on my face.

Current mood: hopeful I dreamed that I was traveling to another country with some of my cousins. I thought it was Africa, but I don't remember any black people, so maybe it was Mexico. We were visiting old friends of the family. There was a big bonfire at night in the yard. A guy said my name like a question, like he couldn't believe it, "Alisa?". I turned around and there was a tall, dark, handsome guy in a cowboy hat and sheepskin jacket, watching me through the darkness with the light of the flames dancing on his face. He hugged me and said that he had been waiting for me since we were little kids. It was a total soulmate moment. I didn't think I had one in this lifetime. So I'm thinking that I've been doing it wrong all this time. Instead of trying to find the guy I've been looking for all my life (it's not Angel, because I'm not the guy he's been looking for), I'll wait for the guy who's been looking for me all his l...

Current mood: thirsty I took this picture when I was in Africa. We were in this horrific hailstorm--who knew there were hailstorms in Africa!!!--it was pouring rain and we didn't have a place to stay so that we could catch the bus to Vic Falls at 6:30 am at the "Shell station in Divundu". How random was that? Mary and I were willing to just sleep at the gas station, but David insisted that we sleep in beds...whatever. So I was bored in the deserted lobby of this amazing lodge that I didn't get to stay at, and I was soaking wet, and I just started taking pictures of whatever and part of whatever was my cleavage, so here I am. [I exported this blog from a different account and need to re-link the picture.]

January 13, 2006 - Friday Suevester Current mood: crushed Category: Life I went to my friend Sue's husband's funeral today. He was 32 and he died of a heart attack on their 11th wedding anniversary. That is not supposed to happen. It's true that grief is for the living. I really believe that when you die, you go to heaven for eternity. It's good. It sucks for the people you leave behind. Rich's funeral was heartbreaking. Of course. Sue wore her red suit and red lipstick because she was trying to be brave. She was so gracious and grateful and all of the things that make me proud to be the president of her fanclub. She is something else. The whole church was packed. The cops were on one side, civilians on the other. They walked the casket in and she walked right behind it with her little hand on it. Stupid bagpipes. It was the full-on fancy funeral Mass, tons of up and down and kneeling. It sucks to be Catholic at Catholic funeral sometimes, because t...

January 8, 2006 - Sunday Heart art Current mood: annoyed Category: Art and Photography When I was working on the Dia de los Muertos art show, I was making a ton of sacred hearts (corazones sagrados). Now that I'm working on the Heart to Heart show, nothing. I hate hearts. I hate cheesecloth hardened by gesso that we learned how to do in San Miguel de Allende from that Austrian artist, Ingalora. I can't paint. I just like to make collages. Simple paper stuck to more paper and maybe some charms or something stuck to it too. Now I'm cutting hearts and flames out of tin and forming hearts out of cheesecloth and plaster and painting it all. Boxes. Whose idea was it to paint tiny wooden boxes with all of their corners and crevices??? Waaahhhhh...... But are you coming to the show? January 28th, 5-8 pm at The Next Door Gallery on Beech in South Park. There are some real artists whose stuff will be exhibited. Ann's stuff too. She won't be there because she...