I have a lot a lot of talented friends. And I love collaborating with them... or at the very least, watching what they do. My incredible musician friend, Bobby, is part of Rollover Mariner. I made this gig poster for him: After saving an Illustrator jpg, it decided to change itself colors. But I kinda… Continue reading a few good men.
Month: January 2011
without blinding. without exposing.
The light of the 6 o'clock hour in Jackson is just gorgeous. I stepped outside and walked a few steps before actually saying, "This is gorgeous." It is bright without blinding. Light without exposing. It is so still. So right. And cold. It feels as though the light of the day has been frozen and… Continue reading without blinding. without exposing.
lethal poison for the system.
After running some errands today, I decided I wanted a Dairy Queen Blizzard. Okay, who am I kidding? I had brought along coupons I've been saving for DQ. The whole point of this excursion was to get a Blizzard. Driving through town, towards DQ, I saw a hitchhiker. And I thought to myself, Self, you… Continue reading lethal poison for the system.
Quickly talked to my momma on the phone today. Had so much to share. Things I should be writing about. • Found recipes from eons ago. • Catering for people richer than God. • Food. • Laughing 'til crying whilst skiing because I was acting like a drowning victim. • Amazing radio shows and new… Continue reading it smears.
When I lived in Yosemite [the 2008 time], we instated the "One Song Dance Party". It was only one song, and it had to happen every night. It was glorious. Some people would just be sitting at the kitchen table, watching... laughing... And then there we'd be... dancing, smiling, laughing... sweating... It looked something like… Continue reading reinstated.
i think you’re tops.
The other night, I almost was in a car accident due to horrible road conditions and my need to see my favorite film of the year. So, I decided it might be fitting to share my faves of TwentyTen... since I brave death for them and all... [TEN] - GET LOW A moving story… Continue reading i think you’re tops.
[i'm just a post machine... and i don't work for nobody but you.] Not too long ago, I wrote in my journal, recounting my day... "The tragedy of the loss of my verbal and emotional eloquence took me over and I opened my eyes to just how lost I was. Drowned in the mediocrity of… Continue reading normal tears.
alone. empowered. beautiful.
[feelings oh, so familiar.] Last night I went to a TreeFight event [nice logo, eh?] at the Center for the Arts featuring the amazing work of Thais Beltrame. Walking around, I was instantly moved by her work... It was like a story, an on-going epic... Moving... I could go on and… Continue reading alone. empowered. beautiful.
then there’s an asterisk.
Sometimes I forget how much I love the face to face conversation. How much I love just running into people, talking, catching up, sharing. Which explains how I forgot that I love going to the local coffee shop to set up shop early in the morning. My friend says that you meet the best kinds… Continue reading then there’s an asterisk.
Days late and dollars short, but here ye be... [TEN] - THE BLACK KEYS, "BROTHERS" Oh, the Black Keys. They are every boy you wanted to date in college in one band. And instead of going dutch on a Taco Bell late dinner, they're seducing you in every Urban Outfitters you step in with their… Continue reading drumroll please…
like four or five times.
Sitting in the living room with Evan, we're both decompressing, thinking aloud... then Evan asks... - Do you want something to drink? - Yeah, I need some juice in my life. - I'll make some. [gets up and goes to the kitchen.] - You're so nice. - I wonder if we have any juice. -… Continue reading like four or five times.
we can get along.
Checked the mail today. Held in my hands a bunch of stuff I don't want, I don't need, that's not supposed to be for me... but then there was amazingness... Today was a late Christmas... Today was love... [expressed in haikus.] photos of bardman to add to the collection cannot get enough. a t-rex santa?… Continue reading we can get along.