Monthly Archives: July 2011



“The worst of doing one’s duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else. At least that was the view that the men of his generation had taken. The trenchant divisions between right and wrong, honest and dishonest, respectable and the reverse, had left so little scope for the unforeseen. There are moments when a man’s imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level, and surveys the long windings of destiny.”

-Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence 285


La Mer


The rain…beautiful, cleansing, loud, incessant, rain. I stood beneath a tree and let it wash my hair, before I realized that I was standing in a lightning hotspot. I ran onto the porch and wrapped myself in a towel, grabbed my book, read a few pages and I haven’t moved since. It is funny, the things that people do when nobody is around to witness our strangeness. Funnier still, is the thought that not even our friends reveal this closeted side of themselves until they get caught.

…Lightening, and now the power is out. Back to my book! Arevoir.

Silver lights


My phone took a near fatal fall last night and the whole screen is cracked. Now it officially looks like a typical Katryna phone.

A few nights ago, a house full of room mates sat in their front yard while one of them tried to do a cartwheel. The rest of them stood up and attempted to do the same. One fell, the other almost fell, and the last one landed perfectly. After this, one of the room mates heckled at some of the stumbling drunks across the street, and tricked a cab into stopping. Then someone decided to make a people pyramid. Everyone consented. They flaunted their perfect pyramid before someone on the bottom burped really loud and made everyone laugh. The pyramid came crashing down in a tangle of limbs. Once everyone untangled themselves, they took their places on the sidewalk and played a game of hearts. FIN



Ten things that I learned about life through painting:

1.) Mistakes are very effective teachers.

2.) The toughest pieces often turn out to be masterpieces.

3.) There is nothing wrong with making a mess. Throw your paint everywhere and see what happens!

4.) Spacing out is actually a good thing; sometimes you come back to earth a little more enlightened than when you had left it. 

5.) David Bowie is awesome.

6.) Before you have something on your canvas, everything seems impossible. After the first few lines, anything is possible.

7.) Honesty is the key to everything.

8.) Anything worth something needs to be worked for. 

9.) When the going gets tough, keep on going!

10.) Just do it; over-thinking things won’t get you anywhere.


Oh I almost forgot!


This happened about three days ago:

I got home after a shopping adventure (work clothes) at the mall, only to find Jeremy snoozing lazily on the couch. After a cold shower, and a couple of cups of coffee, I decided that Jeremy needed to see my favorite place in Raleigh before he left. We walked the two mile walk to Bishop’s park, and watched the children playing with their dogs, while their chubby mothers chased them. We were talking about the meaning of life when my bladder nearly exploded. I was forced to use the (very clean) porta-potty. When I hobbled back up the hill to our bench, we decided to walk the extra half-mile to Glenwood South for a “couple of beers”.  On the way there, Jeremy stopped and chatted with nearly every passerby and said “See! Making friends is easy!”

We strolled along at a typical Carolina pace before we found a nice little Irish pub, The Hibernian (if you ever visit Raleigh, check this place out it’s awesome!) He insisted on buying me a beer, and I ordered a plate of delicious fried cheese. We sat outside, and before an hour had lapsed, everyone including the owner of the place, knew Jeremy’s name. Four free beers and a couple of cigarettes later (oops!) Jeremy decided that he was too drunk, or lazy to walk back home so he grabbed my phone and called Brian announcing that we needed a ride home. Poor Brian, he was fast asleep when his phone rang! He came and scooped us up, and we (Jeremy and I) decided that tonight was going to be a dancing night.

I changed into my ridiculous too-too skirt, and once the rest of the house had arrived, we announced the plans for the night. We ran out onto Glenwood and true to our typical form, stole some bar-hopper’s cab. We arrived in downtown Raleigh, and Jeremy (of course) stopped and chatted with a few people on the way to our favorite dancing place, Neptunes. Thanks to Jeremy, we cut to the front of the line and were let in in less than 5 minutes.

We all ordered beers and shots, and Jeremy and I made our way to the dance floor. After an hour, we were all drunkenly laughing and dancing all over the place, and somehow, I managed to find glow sticks and started raving to the Talking Heads. It must have been two o’clock when we hopped back into another stolen cab, and made our way back home.

Once we were comfortably situated on the porch, and I had chugged a couple of glasses of water, BJ gets a phone call from Rachel. She was having a dancing party at her house and she wanted us to come. Of course we all gladly consented! The four of us hop into BJ’s car and we burst through her front door five minutes later. The music was playing, but nobody was on the dance floor. After we all grabbed a beer, Jeremy (of course) happily hops onto the dance floor and starts wiggling around. We all followed him, and there it was! Our promised dance party had officially begun! BJ did his “Jangles” moves, and I twirled around and around, while Jeremy danced in the center of a dance circle. More people arrived, and the dance floor started to get crowded. Everyone was having a great time, jumping around with no inhibitions, beers in hand. It was awesome!

It was about five o’clock when we decided that it was time to head home. All of us squeezed into Rachel’s Honda, and made our way back home, to the porch. Jeremy played some music, and I drank more water, while BJ and Rachel snoozed on their folding chairs.

I woke up with a light buzz the next morning. Jeremy and I walked to the coffee shop, then to the farmer’s market, ate a giant watermelon, and watched True Life for the rest of the next day.




The house is back to normal, minus the giant porch mess. It was certainly an interesting week; a non-stop fun shop complete with dancing parties, music sessions, painting adventures, and an endless whiskey waterfall that got the better of us porch monkeys in the early morning hours. Now that it is all over (for now) I am dedicating the next two days to cleaning and painting. There is a coffee shop around the corner from my house that is interested in hanging some of my work. Most of my stores of energy will be put into a new series of black and white paintings and some pop-art pieces. More about that later…

The house has started playing basketball. I lost a couple of games of Horse, but that’s OK because I know that I am rock bottom, and when that is the case, there is no-where to go but up.

Happy Monday off!


Rivers running still


Happy!!! Very, very happy! It has been quite an adventurous few days. Jeremy arrived at our humble abode early Monday morning. I woke up to the smell of coffee, that’s how I knew he was here. We said hello and it was like no time had passed at all. We sat on the porch and caught up over a cup of coffee.

Fun: Last night, another friend popped up! I walked onto the porch, and there, sitting on my throne was “Big Gay” Matt. Brian and him were in a conversation about hotels when I took my place by the door. Brian was fanning himself with my fan. We started talking about the prank call that I made on Thanksgiving, pretending to be a girl “with weak ankles” that had a crush on him. He fell for it pretty hard. Around 11 o’clock, the rest of the household arrived and we played Uno for a long time (I won) and then decided to go to the bar. After Jeremy played a couple of his new songs, we sat back out for another hour or so before he realized, too late, that he had taken too many pulls of Jim Beam. He passed out on the couch and the rest of us hailed a cab. Once inside, Matt took it upon himself to play cash cab with us. “This one is worth one dollar: what is the tire pressure ratio to landing ratio to wingspan ratio to…(something unintelligible) ratio of a plane?” Huh?….none of us won the dollar.

Once at the bar, we all ordered our beers and sat outside. I people watched as usual, while the boys talked about other things. Rachel arrived just as Matt was high fiving everyone that he came in contact with. He was pretty drunk at this point. I had an extremely difficult time repressing my laughter, seeing as Matt is 6’6 and super jolly all the time. People were very confused by this hunk of mass yelling and laughing while he “made friends” with the Tuesday bar hoppers of Raleigh. After drunken Brian bought us a round of soko and lime, we decided that it was time to head home. The six of us squeezed inside of Rachel’s ’95 Accord. On the way home, Matt kept on shoving his giant foot into Brian’s grumpy face and I laughed harder than I have in a very, very long time, while Rachel and the rest of the car sang to TLC’s “No Scrubs.”

Home: We all stumbled onto the porch a lot happier than when we had left it. We decided that it was time for a game of “much borracho”. Four games and two pizzas later, someone had found the ginormous sharpie pen that had been left out after the last art adventure. Matt grabs it and runs inside. I’m glad that I had decided to follow him because the sight that followed was well worth the sore abdomen and jaw that I woke up to this morning. Matt was sitting next to a passed out Jeremy, wearing lime green rimmed sunglasses, drawing all over Jeremy! This morning, Jeremy woke up with a fresh set of kitty whiskers, and “butt sex” scribbled clumsily on his leg. He decided to keep the leg art, but managed to wash off the whiskers.

Today: The boys have driven off to the beach, for a two day camp out adventure. I have to work, so I stayed behind. I have the house to myself, and it is a recovery night for me complete with a wonderful book and a box of cookies.