Thursday, March 31, 2011


Sometimes, it is what's not said that we should be listening for. Silences speak when we cannot. For, try as we might, we are not made of wood.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Radio Days

As you may have heard, I am launching a radio show, right here on the internets, with Brendan and Seth (BROTOGRAPHS). So, we've been spending some time in the studio....

Seth, waxing philosophical. 

 Our trusty sound guru, Jordan.

Brendan "Penny Marshall" Donnelly likes to wear sunglasses at night.

(There may have been some whiskey involved.) Mucho madness to come...The website will launch soon. In the meantime, follow us on twitter @rarely_wrong and email us your questions about love, sex, giraffes, chocolate.....or about anything you want to see and hear on our show. xo

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Dirty Beaches

I am completely fascinated by Alex Zhang Hungtai, aka Dirty Beaches.

Alex describes his music as "the sound of waves against a picturesque and putrid shore, the silent rumble of a Chevy as it speeds by in slow motion." Are you as fascinated by him as I am? He is a dude in a continuous lean, and I mean that in a good way.

The new album, Badlands, is out today.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Late Night, Maudlin Street

Spring brings change. The stagnancy of winter starts to crack and new things are revealed.

It seems a lot of people I know have been suffering from insomnia lately. Insomnia and I are old bedfellows, so I just kind of roll with it. Eventually it passes and I sleep. Last night I slept, and I dreamt of a black horse.

Upon wakening this morning, I checked my email and I had a message from someone I haven't spoken to in quite some time. The timing feels strange, although I have yet to figure out why.

In processing what I read, I began to think of their hands, what they looked like, their size and texture. And I realized that I can recall hands with great detail. They exist in some card catalog in my mind. I spent some time pulling cards out and remembering fingernails and palms and veins and knuckles. I can lose myself in this sort of thinking. I think hands are easier to remember than faces, at times. They participate in all the non-verbal communication that exists between people. Sometimes, they even take on a life of their own.


You may recall my love for Porcelain Raft.

Dude is radical. And, he's playing 2 shows in L.A. with Yuck (April 13th and 14th). Very exciting!!

Thursday, March 24, 2011


Yes, I am doing a radio show, with my bros over at BROTOGRAPHS. We are sure to make you laugh or cry or both. Follow the launch of Rarely Wrong Radio on our twitter @rarely_wrong. Keep sending your advice questions and anything you would like to hear/see on the show!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands....

(one of the best lines from a beautiful poem in a classic film)


Do not underestimate the powers of the vernal equinox. Spring does strange things to people.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

State I Am In

A dear old friend of mine, Sarabeth Tucek, has a new video out today for State I Am In, the first single from her new album, Get Well Soon, which comes out April 11th. Enjoy.

Curran Street seems like another lifetime and also yesterday. xo

The Library

"Books to me are like oxygen. I'm a fish swimming in the aquarium of the intellect." - Duncan Fallowell

Watch this short documentary about Mr. Fallowell's book-filled world. I find his narration rather intoxicating. Reading a book is such a tactile, almost sensual experience. Being read to is an even more sensual experience. When was the last time someone read to you? Or you read to someone? (other than your child) I don't understand how this is missed by people.

Monday, March 21, 2011

And on the ceiling,

I see a lone shoe print. It's gonna be a good week. (You will only understand this if you have known me for more than 10 years, and even then, you might not.)

Under the spell of the supermoon.....

As you know (or should know), we had a visit from a supermoon, this past Saturday night. There has long been a lot of folklore about the effects of a full moon on us little humans, and I would say that those effects are amplified when the moon is closer.

So, Saturday night I went to a party in the famed Hearst suite (yes that Hearst) in a well known apartment building, here in L.A. It was a very interesting night. It's difficult to put into words the nature, and sheer amount, of odd behavior and events that unfolded. I think we all spent the better part of Sunday recovering from the hijinks. But, damn, it was sure fun. (Even when we got locked in the rosebud bedroom. )


Underneath the noise
is a hunger
Underneath the hunger
is a restless soul
Underneath the restless soul
is a wound
Underneath the wound
is the truth
Underneath the truth
is freedom

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Weekend Wild Out

So it's the weekend and I know what you're thinking, weekends are for getting crazy. Well, I spent my Friday night reading The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements. And let me tell you, it is seriously an exhilarating read.

The author, Sam Kean, writes about the discovery of the elements, and the men and women who discovered them, with such enthusiasm and excitement. Plus, he's kind of a nerd babe.

Seriously people, I know my love for the periodic table may prejudice me, but it really is a fascinating and thrilling read, even for people who have yet to understand the beauty of chemistry. It's magical.

My heart skips a beat......

And if you are in the market to buy me something awesome, I still want one of Theodore Gray's wooden periodic tables.

Friday, March 18, 2011

True Story

This morning, I had a dream that combined these two things......


Yup. I don't know what to tell you. My mind is a strange and intoxicating place.

More Barry and Levon.....

I loved The State. It received horrible reviews and ratings and didn't last. People don't know what's funny.

While looking for Barry and Levon, I came across this.....

I remember watching this, which means two things- 1. I have a good memory. 2. I am old.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Dinner for Anorexics

Sometimes I am late to the party. This video was viral video of the year or something, in 2009. But, I saw it for the first time today. 

Look, Ma, no calories!

You saw me standing alone.

For some reason I woke up thinking about Roger Hiorns and his Seizure project. Have you seen it? Basically, he took over a council flat in London, lined it all in plastic, pumped in a boatload of copper sulphate solution through a hole in the ceiling. Crystals began to form after a few weeks, when the temperature of the solution dropped. The remaining liquid solution was pumped back out and this was the result.....

art+chemistry= the best

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Remember that thing I said....

about being an optimist? Today, I am hanging on to my optimism by a thread, a bare thread at that.

Last night, Atticus had a boat load of questions about what has happened, and is still happening, in Japan. Trying to be truthful about something like this catastrophe, while not terrifying him, is no small feat. I don't know that I succeeded. The discussion about Japan led to a discussion about his other concerns, which led to a few tears before bedtime.

He told me this morning that he felt sad when he woke up, about Japan. And truthfully, I felt sad too. But, forward we march. Perhaps that slivery thread of optimism is all I need to get me through to the next day.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Sorbet for the Soul

A palate cleanser, if you will......

I am looking for a grassy hill, to roll down today. Who's in? (Thank you, Foxes in Fiction)

Making Sense of Things

(all images via NYT)

As an adult, it is hard enough to sort out the scope of what has happened in Japan. As a parent, it is even more complex. Atticus is 7. The earthquake/tsunami/nuclear meltdown is the first real catastrophe that he has had to confront. Kids are talking about it at school. He sees things and hears things. I have been struggling with how to help him process all this information. He's at the age where it is no longer possible to shield him from the darknesses that edge life.

I guess that is where I would like the darkness to stay, on the edges. Despite everything, I am an eternal optimist. Without hope, we have nothing. 

If you would like to help.....Red Cross, Doctors Without Borders. Stay hopeful.