la mas fragante que cuidé

doty took my senior photo this weekend, embracing a tree, the 3/4 backwards glance. was good. he also kicked our asses at scrabble. though i started it with the word "staid" he fucked us up with 176 points by the end; i was waiting for "quiz" - but only found "glam" and "date" and words like that throughout the game. aliza got bonus points for "vag" and then doty tried to get points for eZine. pretty progressive. we kayaked; the best thing i've done in the past few months. doty cooked us every meal, including israeli shochsukha or some arrangement of eggs in tomato sauce, but didn't eat anything that would impede the non-fat diet he's been on for a few weeks; that kid has willpower, lots of it. steely dan, you could say. on saturday he found a frog, on sunday i found a slug. he wore aliza's capri pants around the house, which she loved when she wasn't loving the 3-month old in the house. aliza and her niece are the same hue - clearly and powerfully from the same tribe. on the glass lake we sat with our kayaks touching bows; there was as much above as there was below, and infinite from right through to left...bright blues and dark greens, like an L.L. Bean ad. during the hike i saw a slim tree drooping from trunk to tip in a beautiful arc the shape of a rainbow, and i said 'treebow'! because i think everything out loud, and later realized that's why rainbows are called like they are. tomorrow i'll call doty and aliza to hear their voices and such.

cosas que me gustan del www, #25 (doty man, petiteness)

when aliza was back in israel, looking after her Pop in the hospital, doty was at home recovering. he had plans to fix up this girls' bike that had been abandoned in their neighbors yard so that aleez could ride it when she got back, but at the time both wheels were flat, the chain and pedals were rusty and gross, everything was unridable. somewhere between him making me jalapeño poppers (with chevre!?) and a watermelon + mint slushy and aliza's return he fixed up the bike. it is now a dainty tank, with shiny black wheels, and a lustrous frame...if a tank can be dainty, this is that - although imagining aliza fly back and forth to israel and in and around various hospitals in the big apple makes me think that such a petite thing could be a tank, a tank indeed...i think the basket on the front could probably fit flowers or produce from the saturday morning farmer's market at mc carren park, or maybe it should just house a whole bunch of open space; affording a weightlessness in the front that she probably needs to make it easier to get over the humps that brooklyn, the borough, presents its riders from time to time...in their apartment is a catalog of various birds accompanied with beautiful illustrations, a book by goethe on color theory, red-hued snapshots from the late 70s and 80s of blond baby boys and tan baby girls, unicorn coasters, a mini-suitcase, a horned animal skull, a guitar, a soft couch that i offend with the bottoms of my popcorn-smelling vanned-feet, and an abundance of fresh sky blue and warm, familial rose...i see and feel these colors as i hear his murmurs, the surprising nature of which ignite the brightness and clarity of her suspended, infectious, quakes of laughter.