triannual torrential.

Things have been up and down and beautiful and sleepy and tough and smiley.


Wondering about blahgging:

“It is better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt.” – Mark Twain.

Should I be keeping my mouth shut more?

Ah, well.


Favorite song right now…


I worked in the garden the other day for the first time… in… well… ever.

‘Twas a blast.  Especially with some Dig beer by New Belgium.  My new trend is to drink beers themed after my favorite activities.  Case in point.


The other day at work, I had to cry… like, really cry… and when that happens, I like to quote Tina Fey…

“…I’m not supposed to admit that there is a triannual torrential sobbing in my office, because it’s bad for the feminist cause. It makes it harder for women to be taken seriously in the workplace. My crying three times a year doesn’t distract me from my job any more than my male coworkers get distracted watching March Madness…”

It’s true.

After finishing up the tears, I had a meeting with a guy friend at work and he asked what was up.  I told him that I allow myself three cries a year at work…

– But you’ve cried twice today…


You just have to have a good cry every once in a while.


The other day, I showed up to spin class early.  A woman was on the bike next to me and we were warming up.  Those bikes are really close… uncomfortably close.

I noticed that I kinda smelled bad… repeat work-out clothes… whoops.

The woman next to me finally broke the silence and said…

– Thank god that smell is finally starting to go away.

– Oh, sorry, that was probably me.

– What?

– That smell… it’s me… sorry.

– What?  No, they painted in here last week.

– Ohhhhhhhkay… yes, the paint.  THAT smell… THANK GOD it’s gone!


My best friend and I are going to go to Greece this summer when I’m visiting her in Italy.  We booked a room at this fancy pants place:

I told her I’m so excited about beaches and pools and sunshine, and I’ll try to play it cool, but in reality, this is what I’ll look like:


And this is for all my literary lovelies…


Oh, also, I think “The Skin I Live In” is the best movie I’ve seen by far thus far in 2012.


Oh, also, this is this here blahg’s 500th post!  What!  What!  wull haaaaaay…

the themed patterns of nowness.

I find that there are themed patterns in my nowness that I vividly recognize.

Comfort/Sameness, Newness/Excitement, Inspiration/Aspiration.  Repeat.


I have been with this boy for two whole years.  [on saturday.]


That boy.  The one in the other room working.  Working on things.  Working on bikes.  Tools.  Giving it his all.

We still laugh at the most ridiculous things.  We are singing the same made up songs [with the same made up dances] about nothings/everythings in our lives.

We hold each other every night, even when we don’t want to.  Even when we [i] cry all evening and we have long, cold silences after short talks about how we just don’t know things, everything is just so hard… we still go to sleep and can’t help but embrace.  Comfort.  Love.

We still sing along to every word of our same favorites… just like we did in March two years ago…


This Missoula thing is still new.  Still exciting.  Every outing outside of work feels new.

I am going to Europe for the first time ever this summer.  I am going to be with my best friend ever, Lisa, in Italy and then we’re off to a Greek isle to celebrate her birthday.  It’s been hard to contain my excitement in every day life.  All I want to do is wrap myself up in the anticipation of this newness.

These new songs, even, somehow, they make me more excited about this upcoming adventure…

[that video is pretty great.]

[that video i cannot say the same about.]


Tonight, Adventure Cycling helped Jacob Segel-Boettner with a screening of his film With My Own Two Wheels.  Wow.  It was so inspiring.

Bikes are powerful.  This film showed how they can be tools that I had never fathomed before.  I highly encourage you to take 42 minutes out of your day to watch it.

The film is beautiful.  Makes me want to make films.  Makes me want to tell more stories.  Makes me want to find stories.  Makes me want to listen.  Makes me want to go do something.

Biking home from the film, the city was alive with bicycles.  Evan and I pulled up to a stop light and not too long after, another cyclist pulled up.

– Did you guys just get outta that bike movie?

– Yeah, we did.  Wasn’t that great?

– Oh, yeah, so good.  It kinda made me feel spoiled.

– Totally.  It’s like, “Why am I not doing that?”

All things to consider.  Inspiring.  Aspiring.

It’s what keeps us moving when the comfort turns into watching How I Met Your Mother in bed over and over and the excitement turns into Pinterest rampages and social networking that makes one, oh, so antisocial.

[i like this pattern.  let’s keep this up.]

ghetto hikes and ghetto bikes and polica.

In an effort to blahg more, here I am.

It’s just because I want to share more.  I sit at a computer all day, almost every day, and I find all of these things and want to share with someone, laugh with someone, dance with someone.

And so my effort starts here.  Sharing more.

This is the funniest thing I’ve seen lately: Ghetto Hikes.

My favorite, thus far…

From Ghetto Hikes, to Ghetto Bikes…

I am constantly amazed at how awesome bikes are… what they do for different people.  The same vehicle, so different to everyone.

And then this song, because I love it…

[okay, two… i very much love this band…]

[haters gone hate. blahggers gone blahg.]

get uncomfy.

not much time to talk…

unless by, “talking”, you mean, “let’s cuddle in bed… whilst watching re-runs of 30 Rock… whilst rapidly falling asleep”… then, yes, let’s talk.

a handful of exciting things…

an illustration of mine published to a fashion magazine’s blahg.  awesome article, christy!  xxo.  <–click, click, boom.

the other day, whilst riding my bike to work… i slipped on the ice and fell… hard.  but it’s all okay because my favorite dj from my favorite radio station gave me a shout-out [<–click, click, boom.]… and then all kinds of cycling organizations started calling up the station and asking for requests.  i loved it.  this is the song i requested:

well, now, this just looks like the best. 

dear wes anderson, don’t you favorite-disappoint me like miranda july did with “the future.”  ya hear?  xxo,r.

25 Female Graphic Designers Who Kick Ass and Have in Turn Made Me Pledge to Myself to Step It Up. <–click, click, boom.

gonna get a bit uncomfy this weekend.  maybe i’ll tell you all about it.

oh, and ex-ci-ting things are happening tomorrow-ish.  exciting for a geek like me.

stay tuned.

much love, lovelies.

nope. nope. nope. nope. nope.

I’ve been riding my new road bike around a fair bit.  Loving it.

This is the road bike all of my friends gave me for my birthday.  [the nicest thing that’s ever happened to me… my goodness, i have the best friends in the world.]

this is still the only photo dan long has given me of my amazing cycle surprise.

Anywho, I’ve taken to it.  LOVE IT.  Wanna find excuses to put on those hilarious bike shoes and click in… ride somewhere.

So, yes, I’ve been riding with clipless pedals.  [that means that my shoes actually clip into my pedals and i have to unclip them… get the out… when i stop.]  Can someone tell me why these are called clipless?  As I see it, there is much clipping.

And I was TERRIFIED to start riding with clipless pedals.  I asked Evan…

– Am I going to fall over at a stop sign in the middle of town?

Fully expecting him to reply with the, “No, babe… You definitely won’t…”, he, instead, replied with…

– Yeah.  It happens to everybody.

WHAT?!  Seriously??

He was serious.

But I was rocking it.  Unclipping yards before I had to stop.  I had it dowwwwwn.  I had even thought to myself, I won’t ever fall over… I got this.

The other day, I babysat South of town and was excited to bike to the gig.  Not only did I get in a great, gorgeous ride, but I also got to stop by Factory Studios after working to try on some sweet creations by Abbie Miller.  [i was good and only made one purchase… for now…]

I digress…

Chatting with Abbs was great, trying on her clothes was amazing, but, alas, I had to leave to get to a meeting at a local Mexican for an upcoming river trip.

Flustered, running late, I got back on my whip.  I rolled up to a stoplight… wanting to turn left but stay in the right lane… i got into the left turning lane… confusing myself…

Am I in the right lane?  Will this be okay?  I’m fine, right?

All this thinking, and I TOTALLY forgot to unclip.  All the sudden, I’m at a stand-still and panicking… there’s no time to get a leg out.

This is it., I thought… and I went down.

There was a truck next to me… not close enough for me to catch myself on it, but close enough for me to slam some body parts into as I fell… making a huge ruckus.

The driver of the truck turned it off, jumped out of the vehicle and yelled…


Me, immediately jumping up like, “What?  Fall?  Me?  Nooo… Haha… I’m fine,” I could only say to this helpful fellow…

– Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  Nope.

Then I finally got it out…

– No one hit me, I just fell over.  Sorry.

– My goodness!  It sounded like you fell from the sky!

– Well, ha, I’m really tall?  [dear lord.]

[the light is turning green.]

– Alright, I hope you’re okay!

– I hope your truck’s okay!

And then I bashfully got back on to the bike, hardly got my feet back into the pedals, and slumped off… not even paying attention to the cars behind me… but I know this conversation will happen many times around town now…

– Do you know Rachel Stevens?

– Not well… but I saw her fall into a truck at a stoplight once!

Good grief.

I finally got to Pica’s [aforementioned taco joint] and found the 14 people I was meeting with, waiting on me.

Noticing I was frazzled, Evan asked me…

– What happened?  You okay?

– I fell over at a stoplight.  I need five margaritas.

Happens to everybody.

for one second.

On this GORGEOUS day here in Wyoming, I participated in the Run and Ride [both the running AND the riding, thanks to my new, sexy road bike] in the morning time.  The race is a 5K run followed by a 15K bike followed by some amazingly adorable kids doing the Kids Race followed by a raffle.

And while I did not win the race [nor get close, in any sense of the word] I did win “His and Hers” Bike Caps in the raffle.  Don’t think for one second we won’t…

...cuz we will.

And here’s a song of the rap persuasion that I can’t get out of my head… just to confuse everyone more…