This Is About.

It's a digital age, man. So to you we present our virtual talk show of Nonsense: The Silly. The Beautiful. The True. In our own words or those quoted by others. With our own art or that created by others. We will laugh. We will smile. We will entertain you all the while. So grab a drink, come in and let's chat. We'd like to meet you, your mama, and your hot cousin Fred.


The Way I Are

photo love, to ourself

We love us some Tim man and 'The Way I Are.' Cha cha cha chinese checkers it out here, for realzy. His dancey wiggleworm beats keep our body movin' and also make us really think. Which ve like because ve are Wonkahead music makers and dreamers of dreams. Or somezing.

So this newish song just kinda made us think like, do you ever get all David Byrne (uh, we stumbled upon the Kermit version and kinda loved it) on yourself and wonder how did I get here? How do I work this? This is not my beautiful wife! My god! What have I done. And it's like, you're twenty-five. Not so young any more. But not so old that you should be super worried. Right?

Your paycheck still goes almost entirely toward Rent. You're at your second job post-college. And it sucks too (when are you not going to be someone's little bitch?). You're still livin' for the weekend. Drinking Busch Lights at 2 am after 'the bars close'. Some of your friends are getting married. Some are knocked up. You don't even have a Signif. You don't even have a dog. Hell, all you have are those bathroom gnats.

Some days (the gray ones) you think am I bound to rent my entire life? Read books in solitude while petting the cats on my lap? Eat soup out of the can or one lonely chicken breast in front of the sink every night for dinner?!? And then you're like Gross! I have cats!?!

Well there is some good news for The Quarter Life Crisis havers. You may not know exactly who you are, just yet. But you do know What It Is That You Do. You do know, What It Is That Delights Your Brain. Trust us. We recently discovered this by accident. First, look back in time (if you can do it Bill & Ted style, seriously go for it. And say hello to Billy the Kid and Napoleon for us). Secondly, look back at what you were doing when you were five. Lincoln logs and Lego towers? Playin' doctor? Settin' up 'Bank' and dealin' Monopoly money? Cause guess what. We bet you still are.

For us it was art. We recently discovered old drawings, books we had created, letters, writings, etc. The closest thing to blinking lights or light bulb bubble overhead is that yes we were writing and illustrating books and dedicating them at the ripe old age of 7 (To my little brother Pete, written by Frances and illustrated by Frances, 1990. What a shameless self promoter! Yet, we were a prococious child. Our marketing savvy = the proof). But guess what? That is still our dream today. The same subjects appeared everywhere we looked (Puppy Love, a painting by Fran age 9). Girls in all yellow, with matching yellow shoes (uh hello, if they would have made a solid gold crayon that yellow would so have been gold). Stories about friends and parties and adventures and family. And of course, the provocative yet revealing self portrait above.

We have always known spectacular eyelashes are a crucial key to beauty. And that details are essential (pink scrunchies, embroided roses). Flowers are a must. Always have been, always will be. And striving for a super happiness that electro zaps our fingers into sparkler sticks and creates jump-in-the-air-smiles whisking us off the ground is all we have ever thought mattered. To live happily. Expect little. Do much. Love a lot. And spread it. Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...



Anonymous said...

You're so right. Did you know that when you directed me to your blog that you'd be making some big life decisions for me? Its true-check it out:
My brother-Then: the interpretive dances in the A-frame on Timber drive. Liz and I used to spy on him dancing away to enya, (when he caught us we'd spit on him-spitting off the balcony was irresistable any excuse would do).
Now: Aspires to be a circus performer (somewhere along the way he learned to juggle even) and is the keyboardist in a Madonna Tribute Band. Not a far throw from interpretive dances to Enya.
Sister-Then: Played dress-up relentlessly. WOULD NOT STOP. Showed off for Paul with dramatic style. Example-onced hucked our cat(flopsy) into the baby pool. The dramatic part was the three spins she did (cat in hand) before releasing flopsy into the pre-splash flight.
Now: Degree in drama, moving to New York to become a famous actress.
Me-then: Played in the woods morning till evening. Tick checks everynight, hated bathing.
Now: Degree in Outdoor Recreation. Managing a guide service in the outdoor wonderland of the Pacific NW. Sit in an office everyday, answer the phone, check e-mail, surf the world wide web.
I was close, but somewhere I went a little wrong. F-this, I'll be in the woods.
Thanks ladies

Anonymous said...

and is it a coincidence that that song was playing at the taco stand that I had my lunch break at?? I think not.

Anonymous said...

Taco stand, do you work in Mexico... or Arizona?

F&J specialize in hot dogs.


Anonymous said...

Neither. The sad truth is that no matter where you are its way easier to find a taco stand than a hot dog stand. Even if you'd rather it be a hot dog stand. The hot dog stands in Oregon only exist on friday and saturday nights and for some reason the hotdog stander wears a crown like a king...its wierd.

judithe & francine said...
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judithe & francine said...

i would like to meet the hot dog stander crown wearing king. i would wear a crown too and become his hot dog queen.


p.s. hk, so glad we could be of assistance. not saying we know much about much. but we think you should be hangin' in the woods too. it's your happy place.

Anonymous said...

I know a weiner man
He owns a weiner stand

He'll sell ya anything thing from weiners on down

Someday i'll make life
I'll be his weiner wife

oh how i LOVE that weiner MAn!!!

That is an old camp song for all of you hotdog lovin freaks to take a bite out of...and i hope mustard and ketchup, for the matter, gets all over your new winter coat!! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr its too cold

Anonymous said...

Side Note:
The only place to get a late night hot dog in Fort Collins is 7-11. F&J please do a study on this. It concerns me.

Oh in re to the post: I played dress up when I was little and a lot of house. I also was a tom boy and wanted to be like my brother. So I'm not really sure what I should do I with my life. Let me know if you have creative ideas.