a few good men.

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 like it.  It was supposed to be this:

Yeah, I like it greenish.  I think.

And the other day I went skiing with my awesome photographer friend, Dan Long.

He took this picture…

Yep.  He’s super talented.  [he also picks the hawtest models.]  You can see more of his radness here: daniellongphotography.com

And my talented writer friend, Jim, well, he is JH Underground.   And I recently convinced him to let me write an article about my favorite restaurant in the valley for his site.

Check it: http://www.jhunderground.com/2011/01/31/teton-thai-is-back-%E2%80%94-at-village/

 

 

 

[keepin’ busy.  lovin’ it.]

 

p.s. this rules…

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 isn’t allowed to move on.  Like a lover being held in bed, smiling, minutes late for another affair.

For some reason this light makes me want to call everyone I’ve ever loved and tell them…

Tell them what?  I don’t know.  But I like the idea of that sentence ending with “tell them.”

This light makes me think of Lisa.  Besides my family, she is my longest love.  And she takes pictures that feel like they belong in this light.

These jewels were stolen off Lisa’s facebook.  Maybe I should call and tell her.

[call and tell her.]

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 got nothin’ goin’ on today… Take this guy wherever he wants to go.

So I pulled over and asked…

– You need a ride?

– Oh, yeah!  Thanks!

He got in and we figured out where he needed to go.

– Thanks for pickin’ me up; I’ve been standin’ there for a while.

– No prob.  Hey!  I was gonna go to Dairy Queen and get a Blizzard.  I got a coupon; you want one?!

– Uhh… Ohhh… No, I don’t eat that stuff.

– Oh, yeah, no, okay… I’ll get one on the way back.

[…from driving you to a place that I do not need to go.]

I was so embarrassed.  And the drive was so so awkward.

We got to where he needed to be and said our goodbyes.

I drove back to town less excited [but still excited] about my Blizzard.  Ugh.

The worst part?  My coupon was 2 for 1 Blizzards.

NO… I did not get two delicious candy ice cream treats for myself.  But it did cross my mind.

At least I did get to hear this song on 89.1 KHOL whilst driving around…

it smears.

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 music.

• Why I turn down the radio when I pass the library.  [well, see, i don’t really know why i do that.]

• Designing and finding inspiration.

…things I should be writing about.  Sharing.

But Momma couldn’t really talk either.

– Your father and I are going to see Tex Thomas and his Danglin’ Wranglers.

– Oh.  Cool.

– Do you know who that is?

– No.

– They played at our wedding.

– Ohhhh… Yeah!

Somewhere [in storage] I have a T-shirt I stole from my parents that is downright ah-mazing.  It it a cut-off red shirt that says “Dare To Dangle” on the front.

Kinda like this…

Awesome.

We hung up and I felt really happy about things.  Just things.  The fact that my folks are driving [on a school night] to go see the band that played at the celebration of their love.  That people [some people] like each other long enough to go to concerts [the same concerts] years after years.

Reminded me of what I found when I was back home for the hollerdays…

good-lookin' kids right there, eh?

Yep.  Those are my folks… circa 1979ish?  Dunno.  My mom is the one in the middle and my dad is next to her [the one with the beard].  Check my mom’s glasses.  Yep.  Those are perscription…. aka worn for everyday occasions… not just for discos and softball games.

And on the back…

"Virginia with her favorite buddies."

It reads:

Virgina with her favorite
buddies.

Mary Jo (MoJo) (MJB)  – Virginia (Curly) (Burr) – Jim (Burr’s Sweetheart)

(p.s. don’t ever write on the back of a photo with a felt (?) pen… it smears.)

 

Oh, I love it.  “Jim  (Burr’s Sweetheart)”  It’s crazy to see glimpses into the life of your parents [who you are, where you came from] as real people, real twenty-somethings.  Beer drinkin’, unfortunate glasses wearin’, styley shirt wearin’, concert goin’… real people.

It made me feel so good.

And then I watched this…

…and it kinda made me feel weird.

reinstated.

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 this…

one song dance party at the "B" party.

…That was taken at our “B” party.  Please note “Boy Blue, Little” and “Backpack”.

And almost always, this dance party revolved around this one song…

Oh, the MGMT times… everyone was doing it.

And then I went on to have “One Song Dance Parties” by myself in kitchens: https://rachellaurenmarie.wordpress.com/2009/02/27/dancin-with-myself/

Well, tonight, after driving home and listening to bad pop music, I decided it’s time to reinstate the “One Song Dance Party”.  Each night it will be to a different horridly amazing pop song.  And it will dance all the bad of the day out, as well as celebrate the day full of… well, whatever there is to celebrate…

Tonight’s song was this… [remember, i’m aware that it’s horrid/awesome]…

And now I have a partner in crime… dance crime…

the move no one can resist.

yep.

elbows and duck lips.

ahhh!

fist pumpin'.

gettin' doooowwwnnnn.

we want YOU... to dance with us.

think a dance-off challenge was happening here.

you be the judge.

that is a lot of arm.

stretching?

annnnnd...... we out.

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 of a life filled with self-imprisonment…  Not being able to let go of your mistakes, forgive yourself.  Plus it has Bill Murray.

 

[NINE] – WAITING FOR SUPERMAN

A shocking documentary on the public school system in America… just in case you weren’t worried about anything else wrong with our country.

 

[EIGHT] – INCEPTION

I saw Inception… or at least I dreamed I did…

Incredible film on so many levels.  I’m only putting it so low [or high?] on the list because of that damn winter wonderland scene they had close to the end… A] stupid. and B] the film could’ve been over a half hour before the rappelling characters survive the avalanche.

 

[SEVEN] – PLEASE GIVE

A painfully truthful story about the desires of the soul and just how f*cked up we all really are.  Brilliant.

[wrote about this for a hot second: refreshing.]

 

[SIX] – MICMACS

A visually gorgeous tale by the same creative minds that brought us Amélie.  Precious and beautiful.

 

[FIVE] – AN EDUCATION

[didn’t come to jackson ’til 2010, so it counts]

The heart-aching story of a young girl who falls for an older man who teaches her all the beauty that music, art, alcohol and “love” have to offer.   [sickening, but beautiful]+ [hurtful, but true] = amazing.

[wrote about this for a hot second here: hollers.]

 

[FOUR] – THE FIGHTER

A powerful story of two brothers who box.  This is more about family and drug destruction than it is about fighting.  An addict as a person, a sibling, is finally brought to the screen as more than trouble.  Don’t get me wrong, he’s still trouble… but not just trouble.  Touching.

 

[THREE] – CYRUS

The year’s most underrated film.  Jonah Hill and John C. Rielly [finally] in a film that A] isn’t slapstick offensive, B] is actually touching/truthful and C] is HILARIOUS.  It’s effed up… It’s laugh-out-loud funny… It’s real… It’s unpredictable… It’s awesome.

 

[TWO] – EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP

Well, now, I’m just obsessed with Banksy.  I love his art and I find his whole schtick amazingly intriguing.  After seeing this film, I couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks.  The best way to describe it is as my french is excused: a mind-f*ck.  Is it real?  Is it a hoax?  Is Terry Guetta legit?

And this is the latest with Bansky: http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/culturemonster/2011/01/is-the-banksy-identity-auction-on-ebay-for-real.html

Crazy.  Brilliant.

[wrote about this for a hot second: surprisingly unimportant.]

 

 

[ONE] – BLACK SWAN

Shocking.  Beautiful.  Creepy.  Don’t see this one with your mother… Unless you’re Lisa Agiewich and you already did… with me.  Regardless, this film is absolutely breath-taking.  The character development [transformation] and the visual fight between good and evil is just incredible.  Undeniably amazing.

Well, there ya have it, folks.  And I must add that I’ve yet to see The Social Network and The Kids are All Right.  I’ll be sure to let you know if those viewings change anything… I know you’re just on the edge of your seats.

Here’s to TwentyEleven being filled with even better films!