Starched and Proper

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There is the hiss of the steam and the smell of fresh laundry; the mist of the starch before it stiffens. Her movements are methodical. She lifts and turns the shirt just so, pressing the point of the iron into any nooks and crannies. She smokes a cigarette while she irons. The glass ashtray sits on the edge of the board. Her cigarette spends more time dangling from one corner of her mouth than being smoked. She only waves it over the ashtray seconds before the accumulated weight of ashes fall. Her husband sits in his black slacks and white wife beater at the Formica kitchen table. He is waiting, reading the newspaper too close to his face. ~When I am given this … Read More

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We Bang Bang

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Back in the 80’s, there were a group of apartment complexes close to the most well known university in Dallas. One in particular was situated to serve not only the students who could afford to live off campus but the uptown theater crowd, the downtown employees, and the teachers of the school. Within this complex, a smaller, more exclusive center existed. A first-floor apartment had been converted into the manager’s office, and this office was part of a circle of two-story apartments which wrapped around a lush courtyard. In the center of this courtyard sat a water fountain; always running soothing sounds. The fountain was surrounded by a variety of plants, as well as sculpted blocks of concrete to keep … Read More

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Wannabes

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There’s an old part of town southwest of Dallas, called Oak Cliff. The oldest homes are stately, dark, and Victorian. They sit on large plots of land or high up on hills. The neighborhood has always been older families, as well as working class. It is now predominantly Mexican, with expansive Mexican immigrant communities. It has since plateaued economically but went through ten years of solid gentrification. In the entire metroplex, this was the first place to embrace the hipster aesthetic: farm to table dining; breweries; weekend markets; poetry-reading, folk music-playing bookstores.  As the home values have skyrocketed and new housing has taken shape around the walkable shops and dining, the poorest have moved further away from the center. Out of … Read More

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Good Sunday

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Hello again. It’s finally cold and that means bringing in the plants and knocking out some baking. It felt like I hadn’t properly baked in ages; though I’ve been enjoying a couple freshly made biscuits with my breakfast every Saturday morning for the last five weeks, those didn’t really count to me. I decided to do a mashup of a sour cream coffee cake and a German apple cake Apfelkuchen. Will double the streusel topping next time. I just don’t crave sweets in any way anymore. It’s sliced up in servings, wrapped thoroughly, and hanging out in my freezer till the actual mood to eat on it strikes. In unrelated fashion news, I’ve been a huge fan of Victoria Beckham‘s … Read More

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Miami, Art Basel 2017

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I’ve been slammed all week, crashing by 9:30 pm. Was asleep by 8 last night, no joke! Throwing this review up with much more on my mind honestly. Will rewind this week and speak on other things shortly. Just really loved last weekend’s trip and want to properly acknowledge it. When I leave town, or my context or my usual routine of information absorption, I see how easy it is to be oblivious about the world. How much of the world functions without a general idea of what’s going on. The basics; people being basic. There are so many things we can compartmentalize or flamingo. Head in the sand. I haven’t properly journaled in almost two weeks. If you aren’t journaling, it’s … Read More

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