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do you know from fun?

kirstennotbuttergirl — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 22:23:06 GMT

here is the 'official' info for the bastille day bike ride. practice your french (or fake french accent), dress up in your frenchiest attire, pack up that wine, cheese and baguette, hop on your bike, and meet up at penninsula park this saturday 12 july at 3:30p. where are we going? where will we end up? well, that is part of life's mysteries. i can say that it will be fun. feel free to bring your friends. xoxo, kirsten

putting myself out there

kirstennotbuttergirl — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 22:26:21 GMT

there is more out there in the world than the little bubble i seem to live in. today out of the blue i received an invitation from a lady in paris to join a french social networking site: http://modepass.com/piperewan now i have sworn off of joining any new internet things, except that i get suckered into so many things under the guise of 'business.' but then why not? the more things to come up when people who are looking for me who didn't know that they were looking for me. lately i have gotten at least one inquiry email from random people who have been keeping tabs on me, which is always a pleasant surprise. i am so in my own little world here in my studio, and i forget about the rest of everything beyond. last week was a lady from switzerland. who knew? that artist that you like? drop them a line and tell them so, we get lonely stuck in our studios staring at our work all day. this piece sold last month on etsy, but i am considering making another just because it is such an amazing photo (by my friend amy parker www.kaizennw,com )

a rare event

kirstennotbuttergirl — Thu, 29 May 2008 02:09:24 GMT

sunday is the closing of brent wear's suspended garden of disbelief show in the launchpad gallery. the egg's showroom will be open and i will be holding over my tenth anniversary sale for one extra day (30% off clothing and 10% off accessories). and as an added bonus: we will be having a dress rehearsal of our performance for the p:ear blossoms show: "attampting composition" for dancer, painter, flute & cello featuring: tracy broyles: dancer, brent wear: painter, kirsten moore: flute and sonja myklebust: cello in at least two run throughs somewhere between 3:30-5p this is a rare opportunity to see us all performing together! all of this and who knows what at the egg! this sunday 1 june 2008 12-6p 534 se oak street (at grand & 6th) as always ALL AGES & FREE xoxo, kirsten a. moore www.piperewan.com shop: www.piperewan.etsy.com blog: www.piperewan.blogspot.com

leaving the nest

kirstennotbuttergirl — Tue, 06 May 2008 23:36:01 GMT

i don't have photos, but as i wandered by the vacant lot today the ruckus was amazing. the baby killdeer are fledging. they are trying out their new voices and wings. their flights are short; about three feet high and ten to fifteen feet at a time in distance. but they will be gone soon. it is almost summer, and time to leave the nest.

written up

kirstennotbuttergirl — Fri, 02 May 2008 22:04:30 GMT

brent pointed out to me that getting written up when you are an independent v. employed are two very different things. my housemates and i, (when i had a job back in my 20's) would put our write ups for being late (or in my case wearing a too-short skirt) on the refrigerator. these days i have been getting written up, as in publicity, which is welcome and exciting v. the attempts to shut me down and control me that my former employers tried to push on me by shaming me for not conforming. here is the latest: http://www.the-lingerie-post.com/2008/05/unique-handmade-lingerie-from-etsy/ come see me tonight! i almost never have sales, and they will become rarer as i can barely keep up these days (see previous post). xx, kirsten

piper ewan's tenth anniversary in the suspended garden of disbelief

kirstennotbuttergirl — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 22:45:31 GMT

it is almost may, which brings my tenth year to a close. i have come a long way from making custom weddings out of my studio apartment. i have gone through 3 miles of ribbon, survived ten wedding seasons, put on 15 holiday sales, made over 1200 garters and i don't want to know how many flowers! please help me celebrate my tenth anniversary by coming by to say hello this month. the official date is 18 may, but i will be offering 10% off my accessories line and 30% off regular price ready to wear clothing (excluding sale and custom items) for the month of may. bring me some champagne, and i may be persuaded to make a better deal, no promises... which brings us to: First Friday May 2nd 6pm-12am FREE! ALL AGES!! OPEN TO EVERYONE!!! the egg 534 se oak street (at grand & 6th) Featuring LIVE MUSIC at around 10 pm by The Rostropobitches, an all-womens side project of the Portland Cello Project, sets by DJ NEALIE NEAL, DJ B.HILL, MR. ROMO and a special secret live music guest! AND UPSTAIRS: more paintings by brent wear, fashions by piper ewan, faith jennings and a FANCY MAMMAL SUPER SALE “For this group of paintings I have abandoned my usual practice of putting characters in my work, and allowed myself to explore the subtle abstract imagery that is present in many of my paintings, but not always noticeable. For me it is a return to the true nature of painting, to stream of conscience over composition and representation. The resulting images reflect not only complex dreamscapes, but also organic and machine like structures. The idea for me is to create images that encourage the viewer to spend time in meditation, as if visiting a sublime, lush garden, and that the viewer will have their own emotional experience with the paintings.” ~Brent Wear come see me first friday or by appointment. looking forward to seeing you! xoxo, kirsten a. moore www.piperewan.com shop: www.piperewan.etsy.com blog: www.piperewan.blogspot.com

in the well worn path between where i sleep and where i work

kirstennotbuttergirl — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 19:41:06 GMT

there are a few efficient ways for me to walk to work in that diagonal nearly straight line of the mile between where i sleep and where i work. the walk is by no means monotonous. there are the neighborhood cats and chickens, the birds (i know where more than a few good nests are), the giant papier mache chicken timer on someone's porch. lately i have made two discoveries that have me torn in which direction i take on the way there. the first is the vacant lot surrounded by a cyclone fence where grass and weeds has grown up where a building once stood. in there is this family of killdeer. at first you see nothing but weeds and garbage, but you can hear their call. if you look carefully, you can see them; they blend perfectly into the landscape. i have been watching this particular family for weeks now. there is a pair of adults and four chicks. they have long stilt legs, and their bodies glide along when they move about in their search for insects. when the mother sees me she cries out in this panicked call, and all four chicks scurry about in circles and eventually disappear underneath her. her mate is nearby. he lays down in the grass; extending his tail feathers moving them so that they look like they are fluttering in the breeze, or extends a wing to appear injured. 'come eat me.' he pops up occasionally to see if i am still there, and then resumes his charade to protect his family. the other is another filled in hole where a building once stood. now it is a field of blue flowers. that doesn't sound all that exciting, but when is the last time you stood in a field surrounded by blue flowers? i puzzled over these choices this morning as i sat on the end of my bed sewing flowers. the sporadic weather forces me to try and time my walk to work, so i don't get drenched. i genuinely believe that the sun wants to shine. it has been this way for the past several days. the weather people keep predicting rain. i felt torn between the killdeer and the blue flowers, but today i opted for the former. as an added bonus there were a pair of canada geese. and when i was one block away from the egg the first raindrops fell, as the sky turned dark for the impending downpour, for once i had timed it just right. photo stolen from brent wear

biding my time

kirstennotbuttergirl — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 00:54:18 GMT

this is what a week's worth of work has looked like lately, give or take. all the special orders have been made and shipped, and etsy's replenished stock is hidden away in its plastic box lest it be confused with the rest of the menagerie. this has been my best month by far on etsy, and i have replenished my ribbon stock, and i even have added a few new colours to the mix. big porange flowers with feathers will be ready for next first friday. the ribbon that i make the garters has just offered new colours for the first time in nine years. i finally got that turquoise and red combination that i have been wanting to make since 2001., and i have lilac now too. but this week of making garters and garters and garters has made me feel like i was biding my time. the accessories line has been taking off, and that is what i will be focusing most heavily on (russian birdcage veiling here i come!). no big announcement here, it's just what people are buying now. it's not like i can sell big couture gowns in portland, oregon during the big recession. after so many months of struggling, i have gotten to a place where i can start to feel like myself; which is an entirely foreign feeling. i am so used to being under constant duress, that i don't always know what to do with myself when the biggest thing i am obsessing over this week is whether or not to take the loan i have been offered to do that last big ribbon order. at the cusp of my tenth anniversary, this isn't where i pictured myself. i am not complaining (i seem to be saying this a lot to myself lately). i am not sure where i thought i would be. i am not entirely out of the woods yet, but not struggling is a good place to start.

more pleas for attendance, we need the company

kirstennotbuttergirl — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 22:46:47 GMT

New Work by Jaik Faulk Launch Pad 534 SE Oak St 6pm-12am Free, all ages! Authentic Louisiana Jambalaya for your belly The Black Globes at 10pm DJ DR YES all night Read more at www. launchpadgallery. org/jaik-faulk and upstairs: new feathers by piper ewan, a fancy mammal blowout sale, paintings by brent wear, faith jennings designs and lulu chocolate. i will be mad at you forever if you don't show up. distance is no excuse, you should have thought of that earlier. xoxo, kirsten www. piperewan. com

estrangement

kirstennotbuttergirl — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 21:15:09 GMT

today i returned to one of my longest running neglected lovers, after a 8 year long hiatus sprinkled with intermittent encounters that has left me depressed and longing and completely unable to let go. i needed the time away; my heart was broken by the rest of my circumstances, and things just sort of slowly faded away into nothing. i needed to leave the obsession and dependence of my early twenties behind me in order to be able to build a more healthy relationship that was not dependent on what others thought, on money, on self-righteousness, on expectation. my poor soul, how lost i was without you, but you were there sitting under my chair for months on end waiting for me to get over the heartbreak that i held onto like a badge, of proof of another distant life i used to lead. i am tired of talking about it. i keep my music degree tucked away in my filing cabinet. i acquired my flute, an old powell circa 1950 back in 1992. i had no idea what "an original powell with a three digit serial number" meant when i was trying instruments from my flute broker on the search for an instrument that was better suited to the demands of a college level music student on into my professional beginnings, but a little voice in my head said one thing when i heard it, "mine." and when i first held it in my hands; before i blew my first note, i felt it, "mine." it felt like mine. i can't say that about too many things, and it is really strange to say about an inanimate object. it is a difficult quirky instrument that requires some coaxing to get it to play in tune, but has a most gorgeous velvety meaty tone when i play it. i was never for the light and airy pretty sound of some, i prefer a darker grungier sound with many nuances to be discovered as i evolved as a player. i certainly have my own sound, and this is my voice. i am not a singer. the damage wasn't too bad. i still have a good lung capacity and breath control. the bad news is that my tone isn't what is once was, and my fingers are very clunky. it will take at least a year to get back to where i was, and the longer i wait, the longer it will take to regain proficiency. i want to say this time will be different. i am stubborn in my self-deprivation. i don't do the things i need to do in order to feed myself in stubborn defiance, and a refusal to take care of myself. that should be someone else's responsibility. except that it isn't. i am completely on my own, and everything is up to me. i know it sounds silly, and i could know it intellectually, but what good is the knowledge when i kept hedging my bets, secretly wishing for someone else to drag me there kicking and screaming. i just didn't have the wherewithall to do it myself. and now there is really no other option.

our unconscious cultural contribution to racism and sexism

kirstennotbuttergirl — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 18:04:48 GMT

i am quick to reach my saturation point in an election year, and this year is no exception. it seems to me that this year when confronted with a black man and a woman as our main candidates, the public reaction is so based upon these two facts with much emphasis on trying to hide the fact that these issues of gender and race are an issue. as a person of mixed race, and feminine gender, i have a bias when it comes to these issues. i am made painfully aware of it, and reminded of it so often, even though it isn't even near the top of the list of how i think of myself. and i hate labels. i hate being labeled in any way at all. there is my disclaimer. i have been watching how uncomfortable these issues make everyone, and i wonder why it isn't okay to talk about it. it is the giant elephant in the room. while society tells us that everyone is equal, the actions and opinions of people aren't congruous with this idea, and it isn't okay to talk about it. especially if you are white. especially if you are male. and why not? is it possible to separate race and gender from our impression of a person whom we do not know personally? of someone we just met? or someone we know intimately? why isn't it okay to talk about our prejudices? instead they are denied, hidden, ignored. except that they come out in the odd awkward ways that express themselves inappropriately, like any sort of repressed feeling. this political correctness seems to be the big barrier to really overcoming the stigma of having unacceptable feelings. it is a fact of life that people are unequal; it part of the complexities of human existence, but why is there such a stigma attached to acknowledging this? because, god forbid, one should be accused of being racist or a misogynist. it feels like lies to me. admitting the truth of one's tendencies and desires isn't always a comfortable place to be, but it is the only way to change our lives, overcome our prejudices, and grow as human beings. otherwise the stigma is silently perpetuated and passed along to the next generation.

the big O

kirstennotbuttergirl — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 21:35:54 GMT

http://www.oregonlive.com/business/oregonian/index.ssf?/base/business/1203731749171220.xml&coll=7

barometers and crisis panties

kirstennotbuttergirl — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 04:42:34 GMT

because my brain cannot be counted on to be a very good judge of my own situation, i tend to rely on barometers to tell me what sort of state of crisis i may or may not be in. lately it has been my body. severe sugar cravings are a sure sign of depression, and puking my guts out is severe duress. i am not sure where my wit's end is. i may be at it, or have passed it up a long time ago. true a part of me is dying, but i have been wanting to kill her off for a long time. she is a bad ally. she contributes to my odd insecurities, self-destructive tendencies, self-doubt, and worst of all apathy. but i am so used to hiding behind her (and her keeping me hidden), i am not so sure what happens without her. lately i have been on the slippery slope of gathering momentum of success, and it scares the hell out of me. i don't quite know what to do with myself. it is everything i have worked so hard for over the past ten years, and absolutely so unexpected, i don't know how to handle it. being the centre of attention may be fun at parties, but it is a whole another story when it is real live legitimate publicity. i know it isn't out of nowhere. i have been cultivating this image of my business that suited the facade of my ego, but that ego is leaving me as i fight to pull her out sinew by sinew with every last drop of bile that gets purged into the toilet in the middle of the night. i still make the same sort of things, live in the same house, work in the same studio, talk to the same people, but everything is different, raw, unfamiliar and slightly disconcerting. i am turning into the person i am in my dreams, but the waking world isn't quite as accommodating. and my tolerance for disingenuous interactions is no longer waning, it is gone. this should be really interesting. above is a photo of my first ever pair of panties. i have been thinking about it for long enough. i haven't tried them on yet, but this begins the long design process of a possible new line; provided that i can find time for development in between accessories orders (thank goddess for etsy!) i am NOT going to call them crisis panties, btw. look for more lingerie and more accessories in the near future.

piper ewan is a featured seller on etsy!

kirstennotbuttergirl — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 17:52:29 GMT

i am really excited and a little nervous. you can see the interview here: www.etsy.com/featured_seller.php if you live in portland, come see me on first friday at the egg. 534 se oak street, pdx 6p - 12a all ages it is the love show. for more info on that see www.launchpadgallery.org xoxo, kirsten www.piperewan.com

brentstock 2008

kirstennotbuttergirl — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 02:48:38 GMT

on 23 december 2007, brent king's mom's house in rural texas burnt to the ground. this is a fundraiser to help defray the rebuilding costs. brentstock 2008 30 january 2008 at the doug fir lounge $5. - $15. sliding scale come see the 17 bands or come for the amazing raffle! with fabulous prizes from: doug fir patagonia jupiter hotel color bomb tattoos wack hair studios ace hotel bridgeport brewing holden photos by kyle oddson dakine hair cuts by bethany and holly!

fascinator!

kirstennotbuttergirl — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 19:31:24 GMT

i learned a new word a few weeks ago on etsy. the word is 'fascinator.' a fascinator is kind of like a hat; it is a larger piece made of flowers and/or feathers worn on one's head attached to combs or a clip or a headband. hmmm, i make those! i never knew what that was called! i ran back to my listings and retagged the appropriate pieces. i love a new word! and this one was a good one. about two years ago, my friend cate handed me her grandmother's pincushion to decorate. it has been sitting in front of me forever atop its spool of chosen ribbon; just waiting for me to make it that special cocarde flower. yesterday was a kind of nothing day, where i had to tie up some loose ends after being out sick for a week. i caught up on my flower and garter inventory, and cleaned off my desk with an hour to go before my client was to show up. what to do? the pin cushion! this pin cushion was a tomato shape, and i made a pointy petaled flower whose petals curved around the pin cushion (sorry, no photo). maybe the flower is too big, but what if i made the same flower in larger ribbon to fit over someone's head? definitely not a brooch (i gave up and started making all of my flowers on brooches so that they could be worn on things as well as in hair), definitely for the head. here is the first one. i am not sure what i will be sewing to the back. probably a comb.

the end of the longest week of the year

kirstennotbuttergirl — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 19:24:04 GMT

24 dec - 5 dec 2007 can be legitimately combined into one week. it was december 24th when i stopped moving, and decided to hold still for a moment after another grueling holiday season. i did my best to prepare for it this year; i knew what was coming, but in the end it was still two months straight of work without many breaks. and of course, a goodly amount of introspection on the fly. like it or not the solstice and the end of the year, and the time leading up to it is a time of transition. i am not one to make new year's resolutions, but december always brings about an awareness in me of what changes i need to make in my own life. in retrospect, i cannot say that 2007 was a bad year for me, but it was difficult. at the same time it was all about laying down the ground work for what is to come, as i strengthen my resolve to live on my own terms, and as i enter into year 10 of my business. i won't bore you with the details of the longest week. there were many significant events that were profound, but there is no way for me to describe them in any significant way. what i do want to give an account of is the first friday show. if you missed it, you weren't meant to be there; that is understood. but it is a reminder to me to not blow everything off, and to be open to the opportunities and live experiences that present themselves to me. we put on an art opening at the egg every first friday of the month, you know that, you are probably on the email list. this month's show happens to feature yvonne, a more recent member of the egg, and the show features a bunch of electric lamps. lamps weren't the entire show, but a good proportion of the show, and this is significant. i arrived tot he egg around noon, and the whole egg was full of people preparing for the show all afternoon. as brent and i were preparing the upstairs, the lights flickered. he looked at me, and i confirmed that, yes, he saw what he saw. there was a big wind storm outside that i was barely noticing, because of the amount of activity going on inside. at five the show was coming together, but not ready (the doors would open at six). no matter, things always come together in the end. at 5:45p the power went out, and we were in complete darkness. not just a flicker, but out entirely. non-plused, we all set about looking for and lighting candles. john found his car battery bass rig, and we all cheered as 3 clip lamps were lit to continue setting up the show. the caterer was given a headlamp, phone calls were made, a generator was on the way! and the rest of us watched and waited. the food was set on the tables, the bar was open. kenneth came upstairs to let us know that we couldn't use any of the plumbing, as our system required the sump pump that worked on electricity. so no running water either. six o'clock came and went. how lovely the space was lit by candlelight. how ironic that there was no power for a lamp show. but the show must go on. there was no way to cancel, the internet was down too. the generator arrived. a flurry of activity went on surrounding the arrival of the generator. it sputtered a bit, and died, then it started again. the lights were unplugged and replugged, and part by part the lamps lit. it was like some moment from the past, a bizarre solstice ritual, like new year's eve. the lights dimmed and brightened with the generator's inconsistent hum. we all stood around watching and cheering as each section of the gallery's lights came on. an abbreviated version of the original, but still amazingly beautiful. a shining example of community, of the egg, our egg. with so much that could have gone wrong, and did, no one panicked. everyone pulled together and did what they could to make it all happen. and a truly memorable night at that. it was almost disappointing when the power came back on. there is something about florescent lighting that dissolves magic. but the rest of the evening was lovely too. i am sorry if you missed it, but maybe you just weren't meant to be there.

my entry in the steam punk photo contest

kirstennotbuttergirl — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 19:38:36 GMT

i didn't really know what that meant, but a couple of weeks ago, as promised, brent took me to see the daylight express. we ran through the industrial area to the springwater trail to get there on time. the train was running on the hour. if you have spent any time at all with brent (the train engineer's hat with the heart on it should clue you in), you can't avoid going to see this big steam train with its bright orange stripes. just before we arrived at the entrance to the springwater trail, we got a bonus! a second huge steam train. our train dollars at work, according to brent. he likes to talk to trains, they have a lot to say. it brings us back to a different time where technology was as complicated (just look at the mechanism) as ever. it is one thing to look at photos, but quite another to stand next to it, and feel the lines of time blur.

totally in over my head!

kirstennotbuttergirl — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 03:10:22 GMT

does anyone actually know how to USE dreamweaver? i have a few questions. what i thought could make sense to me is just not. such as: why does one page keep creating pages within pages that i have to save as what? and why can't i make a template (all the pages are basically the same)? why does cut and paste only work sometimes? and if it does work, why does it only sort of work (images missing) sometimes? if it were consistent, then maybe i could figure it out, but i am doing the same thing over and over, but the results are different every time! the manual isn't helping me at all. if you don't know how to use dreamweaver, and have $3000. for me to pay someone to do this for me, i wouldn't mind hearing from you too.

size does matter

kirstennotbuttergirl — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 23:04:18 GMT

through years of custom work i have gotten to be reasonably good at fit. the transfer from my mind to a two dimensional sketch to a three dimensional garment with all of its curves and movenment is more than enough to confound even many designers. i actually enjoy the challenge of the female form with all of its idiosyncracies. the biggest challenge is to fit within a size chart. as you may have guessed from trying on mountains of clothes (how many friends have called me crying from the dressing room of the local department store): there is no such thing as an average woman. we are reduced to 3 measurements: bust, waist, hips. no account for height, nor proportions relating to the three, nor length of limbs nor torso. fit can be a nightmare. setting a sleeve to lay flat AND be able to move withour benefit of stretchy fabric is a definite skill. so what happens when one is forced to make pret-a porter off the rack clothing? there are always the people on the peripheries of average size X giving me advice. oh how i hate the "you should," but i do listen. i may ignore, but i do listen. i have been developing an everyone corset for months now. i think i have gotten it satisfactorily made in its curves and adjustability +/- an inch. the challenge was first grading it into multiple sizes. this process is usually put off as long as possible. it is really tedious. i won't bore you with the details, but it involves making that perfect pattern into every size considering those size chart boundaries of bust waist hip. i have finally managed 4 sizes: 1,2,3,4. but what to call them? they don't exactly correspond to bra sizes or SML. come try one on! PRETTY GIRL HOLIDAY SALE 16 november 2007 artists' reception and sale 6-9 17 november 2007 sale 11-5 at the egg 534 se oak street (at grand & 6th) in portland www.myspace.com/prettygirlholidaysale

hot for the holidays

kirstennotbuttergirl — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 22:16:13 GMT

i know, it's not even halloween yet, so why are you telling me i should be thinking about the holidays? because you need to think ahead to be ahead of the game, that's why. if you need a corset for the holiday party circuit (believe me, you NEED one in your closet) or new year's eve, it's time to start thinking about it. corsets start at $275. (see example above) and go up from there, but not to worry, credit cards accedpted and payment plans considered. and who deserves a gift more than you? you have worked so hard this year! xoxo, kirsten photo: www.kaizennw.com

secrets show piece

kirstennotbuttergirl — Tue, 04 Sep 2007 21:17:12 GMT

i am not usually fond of making people link to my other blog, but i can only post one photo here. read about the process: http://piperewan.blogspot.com/2007/09/secrets-show.html

nothng to report...

kirstennotbuttergirl — Thu, 30 Aug 2007 18:41:43 GMT

the last several weeks, heck the whole year really, has been spent figuring things out and waiting. my inner dialog has been hashing out that where to go/what to do as much as ever. the long slow burn of internal shifting has been happening as quickly as it can, which means sssllllllllloooooooooowwwwwlllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. and then there is the waiting. waiting for photos to come in. waiting for the pieces to fall into place. there are the things i can control, and then there are the things that i can't. in the mean time i am doing production work and gearing up for the holiday season, research and development, and taking time to do a few side projects. i will be putting up the side projects very soon (still waiting for photos). the long lull of august is almost over, and the fall will be upon us. i am still here muddling through, and preparing myself to hit the ground running.

shut up shuT UP SHUT UP!!!

kirstennotbuttergirl — Wed, 22 Aug 2007 04:51:14 GMT

i am NOT going to the burning man, and i am sick of hearing about it. i don't care if you don't have a shade structure, no ride and no one to watch your cat. and why OH GOD WHY??? WHY did you not buy a ticket back in january when they went on sale? you knew when you were freaking out about how great a time you had last september that you were going, why did you wait until now? is it some sort of stupid custom that i don't understand? wait, don't answer that. i will be away from tribe until i don't have to see these posts, or see my full inbox of playa wishes. (i endured all the requests for "donations" to your desert vacation) you are making me CARE, as in i don't want to look at this anymore. for snarky blog posts from me, not about the burning man: www.piperewan.blogspot.com

snacked on while sleeping

kirstennotbuttergirl — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 16:49:34 GMT

something with too many legs is somewhere feeding my blood to its children.