plans change

if you could sail the ocean blue, where would you go first?

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i think i'd go in search of the Bermuda Triangle. i want to see what all the fuss is about.

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hm, but i remember now, i'm afraid of pirates...

ocean travel: not what it used to be.

behold, the beach!

it seems appropriate that the poetry books of my personal library are stacked together and held in place by a basket of seashells. adjacent, a pair of felt animal ears, the remnants of a 3rd grade informational performance about raccoons.

my two friends and i, as Montessori youth, had co-written and directed a 5-minute long presentation about raccoons for an autumnal pageant in the woods behind our principal's house in the country. each group of 8 year olds picked out one plot of woodland to do what they wanted.

i was the hip-hop raccoon. i rapped about our nocturnal lifestyle while wagging my tail and c-stepping.

sites/sights and sounds!

that's right.

my friend Inka and i went out to Venice Beach on saturday to partake in EcoFest 2008. she described Venice to me in a way that made me think of it as a small fragment of San Francisco, crumbled off from the whole and dropped onto the sandy beaches of L.A.

and though i'm not too familiar with San Fran (i only go like every 5 years to visit my grandmother, and we only go to her house and the airport, so i don't have a holistic understanding of the city), if you believe the stereotypes (that it's a city of hippies, beatniks, and homeless ppl) then yeah, i guess Venice fits that description pretty well.

here, pictures and video from our fest-ing experience:

the Venice boardwalk.

Inka, in a really design-y boutique that sold ergonomic kitchen/housewares

pro-peace drum circle protesters. (made me a little sick for home and Oxford peace rallies...)

anti-war signs + art

sand art.

man with companion (note matching hats and glasses - and demeanors!)

and "tongue whistling"!


so, this is L.A. ...
-stephanie