best actress of her generation

remembrances

well chaps, it's been more than three years. my longest relationship. and very happy years they have been. here is a splattering of them, courtesy of my shorter and better half. i miss her terribly since she has buggered off to cambodia doing lord knows what, leaving me on hound duty for a month. when she returns we're settling into NYC.

ayrton

if it was up solely to me i would name our first born ayrton.
how i loved the man, let me count the ways.
not only was he staggeringly sexy, charismatic, intense, talented, not-of-this world. he was proud. and petulant. simply put, i remember swathes of my semi-unhappy adolescence crouched in hardwick, cambridge watching this man race. i was never interested in formula one before nor have i been interested since. he elevated it to an art form and his rivalry with alain proust is up there with the bjorg/McEnroe dance of foes.

as i teared up on air force two en route to zambia to the preoccupied bemusement of the hostess ("are you ok?") i thought to myself, well when did the 90s and my youth feel so dated. i felt mildly prehistoric in remembering recent history, so fresh in my mind, given the retrospective treatment. ayrton will always be 34. incidentally my age.

opposite ends of the globe

while i was travelling from a refugee camp north of Khartoum to a Dinka village in southern sudan, Jasmine was having the roadtrip to end all roadtrips toward east Oregon and beyond. a few of the pictures we sent each other.














in an endless layover in london, and my tots are not even around to visit

HIGH-LARIOUS

good lord, i have not laughed this much in yonks. i might have even wet myself in the progress. kristen wiig is a comic goddess.

s and m

i may be bad but i am perfectly good.