Musician

I made a myspace for the songs I record on my computer! SUPER low-fi, almost finished, but not always, singing in harmony with my self -sometimes singing in disharmony with myself. Hallways, birds, and fans (the whirring kind) in the background. I'll change em' up periodically.

Check out the tracks at

http://www.myspace.com/christyjoycook

(the audience at a show played by the Albuquerque Boys Choir)

Hiding in Tall Grass

Dana, Point me in the direction of the Sea, Wouldn't you?

Stef's California family is extremely welcoming, easy going, and well-read, and life here is luxurious. We find ourselves in a world of clean beds, shiny floors, delicious bagel mornings, individual serving coffee machines, ocean views, and better than average wine. (Much better.)


Our first order of business is sticking our desert feet in the Pacific Ocean, and we do, even though it's "cold" outside. The ocean is big crashing wonderful, with hordes of gulls flying towards and away from the sun. A few feet into the sea is a collection of rocks that jam against ankles as the water moves up and down the beach. So we emerge from the sea with salty wet clothes and bleeding ankles.


The ground is full of sea weed treasure piles which we play with as much as possible.









We make our way over to the pier with Stef's cousin Maddy and walk out into the ocean where all the gulls are resting facing the setting sun. The boulders are huge and white with gull droppings. We see a few dead birds couched in crevices between the stones. In zero traction boots I'm afraid of falling into the sea, or worse, into a pile of slippery poo or dead bird. Despite the danger and the smell it's beautiful and real out on the rocks with the sunset horizon and the hundreds and hundreds of birds.

Found item on a public computer, part 1 of 10

Time: 2:51 pm
Sounds Heard: "swing, swing, swing, swing, swing" and footsteps
Location: Americorps Office, N4th, ABQ, NM

Something I Thought Would Look Nice in the Bathroom.

It's time to paint more often. Because it is time to paint more often I painted this picture. When I look at it I laugh. I hope that when you look at it you laugh too.

Love, Christy

Oh, Albuquerque

Every time I say "albuquerque" in my head I pronounce it like a huge handful of syllables.  My return to Albuquerque has been like a return home. Wow. Isn't that a big stone to drop in a small sentence. But it feels like a return to home because all of my things are here, and my job is here, and my concentric circles of knowing the city are ever widening.  As we flew into Albuquerque I recognized my tall buildings.  The ones that are lit up green and purple, the empty ones, the ones that mark the border of downtown.  Really the ones a couple of blocks from my house.  "Wow! I thought as I flew over, that's where I live!"  Then the Albuquerque air was incredibly clear and cold, and that was such a relief somehow.  I opened my door, the one in my room to look at the stars and breathe the air.  Then I closed it and went to sleep.  

I've been looking at everything more closely for the last couple of days and I've found: a small secret red door that leads to the fireplace, a high flying bird of the sort that I was certain only lived in Oregon, and several small round holes tucked high into the stucco of our house that might be birds nests! New, new new!  

When I was in middle school I wrote a Jane Austen type novel. It's very short, and not very good.  I read half of it last night as I floated off to sleep.  I would love to give you, the "reader" the gist of it:

"Society was one of his favorite things" 

"The man never tired of pursuing friendships, or in this case was it romance?" 

 "Their faces became full of light when pronounced man and wife" 

"Duke Elliot took a seat at the end of the room, much as a slug would, very slowly and with a painfully disinterested look." 

"her beauty was as great as ever, and he was utterly lost from it's benefits by her continued indifference."

I am thinking that I will take this poor little book in like a half drowned bird and I will nurse it until it is absolutely chock full of hilarious and ridiculous metaphores! Then I will let it fly away and please everyone that reads it.