it is night, and i am inside the house of dreams… it is day, and i am inside of the house of creme.

This picture, taken before sampling the creme brule at the ruths chris steak house in palm desert california, looked like the total package.  Upon breaking through a heartbreaking non-existent crust, it was clear that this picture did not, in fact, represent a 1000 words.  One word only: meh.  After a nice, safe, chain restaurant dinner […]

havana- 1957…may 13- 8:53 pm-i hear dogs barking as i run thru the alley…old speakers are blasting that classic beny more…”que bueno baila usted” and people are cheering and dancing and the general ocean wash of hundreds of voices all washed into chatter and im looking cuz there is a party somewhere. i trip over […]

i am in a forest of cream. my feet sink into sopping wet puddles of deliciousness with every step forward…all around me are trees of sugared caramel all covered in sweet lace burnt amber leaves…i see a volcano explode from afar-at first i am frozen with terror but then i remember that i am a […]