What have we been doing all this time we haven’t been blogging?
We’ve been lying on beaches, sipping margaritas and working on our tans.
Yeah, right. In our dreams…
No we’ve been doing the whole “working for a paycheck to pay the rent” thing. And putting together our very own ETSY SHOP!!!!
Yes thats right, we’ve got an etsy shop. We caved in to public demand and put up our very own shop. So if you need a gift for that someone special during the holidays or just need to quench that burning desire to spend a few bucks, please consider purchasing one of our amazing prints!
You’ll sleep better at night knowing you’ve supported a local artist (local in the general sense of the word. I mean, we’re both from the planet Earth I assume) and that one of our prints (soon to be YOUR PRINTS) came direct from our adventures on the road. It’ll probably still have the faint smell of stale cigarettes and dirty martinis.
Now, when you view our shop, we only have about a fraction of the photos we took up at the moment. Don’t worry; we’re uploading more and more every minute. AND when you view our WEBSITE any and all of those photos are also up for grabs. Just email up with the title and info, and we’ll sell you one of those. We’ll sell you any and all of our prints.
Shit, we’ll even sell you our grandmothers. As long as you don’t mind long nights of Scrabble and shots of Ensure.
Really. They’re mean Scrabble players.
So to conclude: ETSY
That is all
This is one of those A-Mazing prints you can purchase from our Etsy shop!
Oh wow, look at this. ANOTHER A-Mazing photo!!!
-M & V
We’ve been staying here with Mary’s cousin for about a week in El Cerrito. We planned this week so we could catch up, check out the Bay Area at our own pace, and get some well-deserved R&R (often in the form of trash TV). It’s been our home. But, at last the road is calling us away, so we will be heading off to Nevada in the very early morning. Ironically, I feel more behind than ever because I’ve picked up 23 rolls of color and I’ve scarcely had time to scan a fraction of what I had already.
Kerouac’s scroll is true to one aspect of living on the road. It doesn’t stop. You can slow down, but you can’t stop. I have a copy of “The Original Scroll” edition of On The Road, and I can speak to it’s honesty of omitting paragraphs and trucking through the story without pause. The way you read it, you look desperately for the next period and try to place your bookmark in it so you can close the book and rest, but you always end up reading a bit too far, or stopping mid-sentence, or losing your place when you pick up again. I’m doing this now, trying desperately to scan in one more roll of film, packing up so it won’t be too hard to leave, looking out the window at the city beneath us and the red lights of the Golden Gate bridge in the distance. I’m lost. Tomorrow it’s back to fighting off bugs, showering with scorpions, and stopping at gas stations for sustenance.
San Francisco is pretty fantastic. The hills are atrocious; they’re so steep that there are stairs in the sidewalk. The weather is so unpredictable that you must dress for summer and winter at once, because it’s freezing in the shade and unbearably hot in the sun. You will sweat and shiver in the course of walking down one city block, no drugs required. But you can’t beat the home of hippies and beatniks. Maybe it’s just my own projection, but I think the pavements reek of defiance. It’s where protestors go to make love and not war. It’s just, cool. It’s cool in every sense of the word.
That said, I’m ready to leave the (gorgeous) fog behind and find some sunshine. Goodbye California, I’ll be back again soon.
Well, I can honestly say that yesterday was just another manic Monday.
I took off the weekend to hang out with my cousin, which was apparently a mistake. I get back to my apartment Sunday, and I have a billion emails reminding me how I’ve neglected the blog and how everyone else on the web managed to make several blog entries. Way to guilt trip me wordpress.
And then Val calls me and reminds me that we have a long way to go on making our trip a reality. She started talking about money and sponsors and by the end of the conversation my heart was racing, my head was pounding and I’m quite sure I looked like a zombie who’s been told that the apocalypse was cancelled.
And to top it all off, I’ve been stress eating which hasn’t yielded the best results. I wish I could be one of those bitches who gets so stressed that they lose weight. Then I’d welcome stress with shaky arms and a racing heart.
It’s a good thing. I mean, I don’t want to say I’ve been sitting back and letting shit just pile up. But other people would say that. Valerie making me into a neurotic zombie was what I needed. A good fire lit under my ass to get me going. Now, I’m still totally stressed. But the fact that I’m writing an entry will hopefully stop the train of thought that is speeding through my head.
We’ve made lists. Because we need lists. Lots of lists. I need organization and balance. Two things I’ve yet to master, but now is as good a time as any. We’re writing letters, contacting companies, and basically shopping for sponsors for our trip. If you happen to be a CEO or best friends with a CEO who is interested in supporting two fabulously talented girls with old cameras and filthy mouths, PLEASE give us a call!!! Or just check out our Kickstarter page.
Also check out this cool link.
Here is a photo of cute kittens
It's all worth it in the end