Wake up. Exhausted. Why? Because I stayed up so late preparing for this. Open the studio. Issssdark! Scramble. Plug things in, flip switches. Panic a bit. Take a drink of tea. BURN TONGUE! Go to play Phantogram. Computer not working. [son of bitch.] Things get working. Things get better. I start breathing. I start dancing. … Continue reading i don’t want your body.
I ran a half marathon yesterday. It went much better than the half marathon I ran two weeks ago… But don’t worry… they took care of me oh so well… Anywho, yesterday’s was harder than the one before. Don’t know why. But later in the day, driving back from a pot luck in Wilson, I … Continue reading i was from portland.
If you need any accounting in Teton Valley, I’ve got your woman: Anna was my first hero in Jackson. She was Alpinist’s hip accountant that could do almost as many pull-ups as I could eat push-up pops [which is a lot]. Now she’s a free agent, working for herself… doing so, so well… and there … Continue reading for all your counting needs.
• this song: • supporting local lemonade stands. • the sexy knee bandaging i had from my trail race battle, complimenting my beer, pretty dress, sunshine and harry potter in bend: • this: • and this: • and then, wow, these [from lelove]: • the fact that the arcade fire came out with a new … Continue reading things i am unabashedly in love with…
This was my birthday present from my father: Oh, where to begin?… First off, that is my absolute favorite picture of my father and myself. So dear to me. I swell with love every time I see it. Secondly, Badooder. My father’s favorite nickname for me. Covered in this blahg post: Badooder. And finally… okay, … Continue reading to the leader of the band…
Here I sit. Between awesome events. On a Friday night. Blahgging. I’ve been gone. In Oregon. Can’t wait to tell you about the most humilated I’ve ever been on a trail. Phew. It was awesome. Then it was Anna’s birthday. We Thanksgivinged. Said what we’re thankful for… what we’re not. Tradition. I am so so … Continue reading in between.
I may never come back. Continue reading too dirty to clean my act up.