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the king & the indian .

on June 26, 2009

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feathers , leather , & a sun dance . sasquatch festival . may 2009 .

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babies makin babies .

no no no . i am not with child , but i do love this lil bundle of joy : baby sanaa has joined us in today's studio session & she's such a fun lil monkey . she in fact belongs to our bassist/md , stephen "the thundercat" bruner & she is a 1 year old ufc fighter already . she's been headbuttin me for the past hour . nevertheless , bein around her makes me realize that i am totally not ready for motherhood , but when i am i'll actually be pretty good at it . hopefully i'll be lucky enough to have a kid as cool as sanaa . she never cries, she doesn't really drool , she's content to sit still while her daddy is workin , & she loves to pose for pictures . okay . no more cooin . must get back to work . . .

Obama does Fashion Week in London !

well kinda . . . models adorned "Obama '08" pins at Nicole Farhi's runway show .

i'm scared. ...is that taboo? to be afraid; to feel fear. seems like these days we are innundated with so many "good vibes only", hyper-positivity reminders that we forget that we need to feel fear. the fear is the trigger to push thru or pass by & it's the toughest beast to stare in the eye. just when you think you have it all figured out something you really want or love or hate comes rushing at you & you're faced with that choice - push thru? pass by? i've always prided myself on doing the work. this entire blog WAS the work, facing myself at my darkest times and actually sharing it with others was therapy. allowing myself to be inspired by everything i saw...the travel, the drugs, the lovers, the books, the loneliness, the highs, the lows...i was in free feel. pushing thru AND passing by simultaneously. is that healing? is that the work i've been relying on to support my emotional intelligence? giving my attention to all things but at the sam

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