Thursday, December 31, 2009
It's pretty cool being in the "world capitol" to ring in a new era. I am sad to be missing the best New Years event in Orlando--the Rossist Art Trade at the Copelands' place. But a chilled out Brooklyn party with a view of the Manhattan skyline for fireworks is a pretty good consolation prize. I think we may move here! Also, I don't know why I tend to forget how simple it is to hang out with family, listen to stories, eat Grandma's baked beans, and be grateful for holiday riches that don't really cost much, but are priceless. Also...I like snow but it will be great to get back home to CA tomorrow and eat a $.99 delicious fish taco and get 10 limes for a dollar at Maxi Foods (our local Mexican grocery store).
To come in the near future on "The Rocking Horse":
A visionary outline of "The Rocking Horse" manifesto
Recent photography endeavors by various artsy friends
A mini-online-museum-exhibit of things I've recently made with my own two hands
A list of cool, exceptional children worth getting inspired by
An essay on what I think about church (I like it by the way--)
A 3 part imaginary tale about life in 1950's Upstate NY
Whitni's top 2009 Booklist (and possibly Filmlist)
A Tribute to all things Riverside
A Sonnet referring to growing up in Orlando, FL circa 1990's
A true story on how Aaron Roche and Whitni McDonald ended up married (and loving it!)
Stay POSTED!! and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Here is the land of snow and old Roche and Fischer stories. Harbors are frozen and geese form noisy v-shapes criss-crossing the skies. The prayers Grandpa Roche prays are straight to the point. "For life, for food, for family, Lord, we thank you." And the turkey is on the table right next to Uncle Bill, even the family vegetarians venture a taste. It doesn't seem possible to have such a roaring fire in such a tiny living room, but Grandpa's furnace is a new, efficient model that he's proud of, although Grandma misses the way the old one looks. And even though I miss opening stockings on my parents' bed in Florida, the fire is something we actually need here, which is a nice change. Later, we'll go eat pie and root-beer floats with a million other cousins, aunts, and uncles, and probably toss a few snowballs at each others' faces. Merry Christmas from the little Roche-infested township of Union Springs, New York.