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.


One of the best Christmas gifts ever. A half dozen fresh eggs, given by a friend, whose chickens scratch and cluck in a little hamlet up the Hudson River valley. I carried the eggs carefully, a rainy night, the Washington Heights bus station, an hour on the subway with boozy men, cranky children, and finally home.

This morning I am sitting on my bed looking out the back window. The sky is low with rain and fog. The bottle-washing machine behind the grocery store is sending up sheets of steam. I am holding in my hand one perfect egg, soft boiled. It is peeled of its brown shell and it is sending up its own curls of steam. Next to me is a tall glass of café au lait, also steaming, and what a way to begin this first day after Christmas.

(And another gift: this blog got its very first gay porn spam today. Huzzah! I was starting to feel inconsequential.)


Blogger slickaphonic said...

what happened to the perty christmas pics? I've been trying to think up something witty about the spoon full of cocaine being shoved into your nose (aka "fairy dust"), but it still hasn't come...


nice pics, tho.

10:27 PM  
Blogger ttractor said...

eh, I thought it would be fun, then I decided I didn't want to look at me so much. Thanks, though. It was one flying hoot of a day. Even if that wasn't real "snow."

10:49 PM  
Blogger cherrydragonut said...

Spam & eggs! Dare I say? Cockadoodledoo

11:20 AM  

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