from the cargo van:
January 17th, 2012
January 16th: “I wanted to write down a dream I had. I can only remember a few scenes. One being a road trip, crowded van, backseat, not enough seats. I am holding a small child in my lap, she is four or five years old, she’s scared, she looks just like I did, short hair, boyish, bucked teeth, and she’s begun to understand what it means when called her father’s son. “What a good looking boy.” She’s hurt, her heart feels tender and timid like she doesn’t trust really or think that love will be around forever. She also doesn’t quite know what to make of herself fitting into this world. She feels different. Classmates call her weird. She likes it. She likes being not just like everyone else. She knows she isn’t, and she wears it. She isn’t like them but she can make them laugh. So she does. She’s covering up that word. Weird. The opposite of normal, a word she should know. Her family has sought solace in this word. Normal.
But in my dream, I just hold this child in my arms. I rock her, rub her head, hold her tiny hand, and tell her she is beautiful just the way she is. I hold her and tell her I’ll keep her safe and that she can trust me.
Then I wake up.
But this dream — it felt very important.”
This is about:
I like to surf.
August 10th, 2011
But I also can say things. Out loud.
GET PITTED. DUH.
This is about:
Bay2Breakers Troll
May 16th, 2011
Special thanks to C. Cerrato and his recent acquisition of an iPhone for this picture.
This is about:
Old people.
September 8th, 2010
Who use computers. Please. Learn a few keyboard shortcuts. No. Really.
This is about:
Wood, art, troll, working men.
March 31st, 2010
When I was younger, my next door neighbor would gather up a bunch of his (probably four years older than me) skateboarder friends with cool asymmetric haircuts. And he’d ask me, trying not to laugh, “What do you wanna be when you grow up, Kate?” And I’d answer, in all seriousness: I wanna be a workin’ man. Here is an homage to that (from our amazing intern). And trolls. Obviously.
Some other detail shots so you can see just how good this is. Started with two trolls. Then more. And more. Collaborative efforts.
This is about:
My genes.
March 11th, 2010
This is my nephew. He isn’t adorable at alllllllllll. Annnnnd. My brother used to wear that. I’d like to put em side-by-side, a la US Weekly, posing the question, who wore it best. I bet lil Sawyer’d win. Sorry, Clay-boy.
