That old mountain tea

January 14, 2015

I love my little farm but stocking up on mountain tea (Τσαι του βουνού) in the dead of winter has been a sweet way to keep the sunshine on me when it’s cold outside. The homey, sagey scent is an instant comfort. I didn’t know that this plant was sometimes known as ironwort. I successfully Read more >>

Things my boyfriend says to me.

January 29, 2007

I discovered this site about two weeks after I’d collected a series of sticky notes of Josh-isms. I do this every so often – I can’t devote my life to taking Josh-dictation, because I’d never get a chance to sleep. But occasionally, I’ll spend a few days marking down some of the choice phrases. Then Read more >>

Greek Coffee #37

January 20, 2007

A man blowing smoke through a saxophone, a hill of faces, smiling.

The Costumer

January 18, 2007

A big box was waiting for me at the front door the other day. I opened it up (it weighed nearly nothing) to discover all the little costume novelties that I’d ordered a few weeks before for a photo shoot I’m setting up. Fortuitously, my goddaughter and her dad stopped by that night and Allea Read more >>

Greek Coffee Report #23

January 18, 2007

Moroccan arches, enormous rabbits, three rivers. The arches are marvelously detailed.

Greek Coffee Report #4

January 18, 2007

A sea of letters in three alphabets. A large A, a small wriggly vita. They swim and dance. I keep almost thinking I can see my name.

The Exhibition

December 9, 2006

IMG_5703web Originally uploaded by briannaorg. It was a good night. Many thanks to everyone who made it all possible, and special thanks to John Pack and Jess Mealey for the photos.

A View of the Water

November 26, 2006

Josh is away for the weekend and I’ve been staying up all night working, treading water it seems, but even when it seems my brain is occupied with code and configurations and the latest Tom Waits album, there is room for a little meditation. A few days ago (or rather, Friday, as precision is necessary Read more >>

For Bernice

November 17, 2006

(but really for all the boys who’ve ever cheapened their talent for a smoke) Walk tall, sweet girl. The boys will never notice how long it took your legs to reach the ground. Throw open the red doors, past the signs that smoke and curl and yellow light that falls like loaded dice against the Read more >>