jolie laide

jolie laide

I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.


Sometimes work really is a three ring circus. Yes, with clowns, too.


Blogger remue-menage said...

love - luv - lurve this image, and the words that go with it

did I ever tell you how remarkable your vision is?

5:07 PM  
Blogger slickaphonic said...

yeah, i'm gonna second rm with this one.

5:37 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

wish you were there! Me and my other co-workers, earnest non-profiteer do-gooders with no make up and flat shoes just could not stop laughing and pinching ourselves.

The marching band (from an all-girls Catholic school. sweet!) the clowns, the balloons from the Thanksgiving parade...I mean what in the world does this have to do with ameliorating generational poverty and rectifying social injustice?

Ah hell, I don't know. But marching bands always make me positively retarded with joy. Is it the sousaphone? Or the drum line? Or the funky break with the chorus of xylophones? Oh, I reel with giddy stupefaction! I hope you do too!

7:24 PM  
Blogger slickaphonic said...

Have you ever seen The Other Sister? No I'm going to think of Giovanni Ribisi and you next time I hear a marching band...

9:19 PM  
Blogger Dr. S said...

I was once in a marching band. It produced that kind of giddiness in me, too.

11:57 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

oooohhhhh I am falling behind in the master geek race. Crap. At the risk of dropping off the charts--What instrument did you play?

Aha! I just remembered, when we had to write an essay on our hero in junior high, I picked Itzhak Perlman. Whoo! 1 geek point! (?)

9:32 PM  

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