Marisol made it through her first year of school with no thoughts of quitting and working in a quarry.

Previously: Happy Birthday to me

Labels: school

"This photo was taken immediately upon my discovering that what I thought was a chocolate cupcake was actually a jalapeno cupcake. Who the @#***!! makes jalapeno cupcakes? I ate it anyway, then went down to the beach to get my revenge on the society that let it happen."

Labels: distress, food

Here is Marisol with Henry, an unauthenticated moai from Rapa Nui (Easter Island). It stands in the museum of Forest Lawn Cemetery in Glendale, the bone orchard that was the inspiration for the cemetery in The Loved One.

The story of the moai figurine is suspect. Forest Lawn's former director, Dr. Hubert Eaton, said that Henry had been reposing in a Rapa Nui fishing boat as ballast and that he bought it from the fishermen in the early part of the 20th century. It has been standing at the Museum since 1956.

Forest Lawn has no plans to authenticate or carbon date the figurine, probably because it is a more compelling piece of art if visitors believe it to be between 500 and 700 years old like the other Easter Island statues.

Forest Lawn Cemetery is one of our family's favorite places; rarely do we encounter a metaphor so tangible as associating Glendale with death.



Previously: Blonde at the bone orchard
See also: Forest Lawn

Labels: art, forest lawn, glendale, museum

Marisol has been eating a lot of candy recently in celebration of Jesus' resurrection and, in a nod to the trinitarian philosophy of three beings in one, the other day made it impossible for observers to determine where she, her cupcake, and the face paint became separate entities.

To make matters worse: "I ate the paper by mistake," she said.

On Easter morning I returned from this to find her covered with chocolate. She looked like Al Jolson. I cleaned her up and took this photo as she bit into a Cadbury Creme Egg and threw back her head in joy.

We are not the type of parents to embarrass our children by displaying photos of them in the bathtub, etc., but I am going to be hard-pressed to refrain from showing this picture to her spouse on her wedding day.

"See if you can compete with this Creme Egg, pal," I'll say.

Labels: holiday, outfits

Labels: song

The design for this Lego building was Marisol's own. When her vision was not faithfully executed, she destroyed the structure rather than let a bastardized version of her work be erected by parasites.

Labels: architecture, creativity, literature