LA then Tahoe; long overdue
I’ve decided your last name sounds like a fancy way that a waiter nowadays would describe salad dressing. “The tossed wild greens are finished with shaved parmesan and a light andrizzi of balsamic reduction and duck fat.” See what I mean? Andrizzi. Totally makes sense.
the past few weeks have been chaotic and jam packed with visitors. we had amanda k and melanje in town last week. niki’s here from LA so we appropriately watched the dodgers play — and win — today. afterwards, met N at central park where the yummiest little puppy found its way to us. yesterday, we saw Sleigh Bells in Chelsea and then celebrated Willa’s birthday.
the photo is my NYC fam, missing a few but it’s quite lovely, no?
bottom and clock-wise: john, ryan, willa, christian, m, monika, amanda, michelle l, jessy
It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.
That’s how stories happen — with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There’s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.