checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.

Tonight, I had my first writing class of a series. We did some free writing. Get a prompt. Write for five minutes. Share. The third prompt was "I remember…" For unclear reasons lately, I've been thinking about mailboxes. What they mean for homes. What they mean for love. What they mean for communication. And in… Continue reading checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.

frictioning geometry.

Tonight felt so much like what this used to feel like. Evan is gone. Backpacking. And this feels alone like I used to be. Alone. Staying up late, working on projects, drinking wine, listening to this: This whole album. And flipping through an old friend of a book, trying to help a commenter who got… Continue reading frictioning geometry.

rogue deer wandering.

Anna and I have been friends since the days of Alpinist magazine. We lived in the Swamp House together, with her gorgeous sisters, awesome boyfriend [dan], and random interns... We've been on many an adventure to Yosemite, danced on tables in Vegas, made tons of Valentines for loved ones together, ran together, skied together, laughed… Continue reading rogue deer wandering.

where wine comes from!

I am a sucker for free things.  I'll take it!  I'll do that!  Sure, I'll eat that! So, I won a two week pass to The Womens Club from a raffle from a 5k Momma and I did whilst she was in town.  I answered the phone call and when they told me I had… Continue reading where wine comes from!

the whole damn year.

I'm usually all about celebrating my birthday for a whole week.  Proclaiming that it's "MY BIRTHDAY WEEK!  We're gonna BBQ/eat at Trio/go rafting/watch movies/etc. etc... cuz it's MY BIRTHDAY WEEK!" But this year, I didn't really want to.  Didn't want to make a fuss.  Didn't want the hoopla.  I'm getting older, it's okay that there… Continue reading the whole damn year.

thankfulness in celebrating.

A great night of friends and laughs and cheese conies and then the news of Osama Bin Laden.  Talking, eating, discussing, laughing, eating more. Then, driving home, a message from a friend who had left earlier. - Hey, I was just listening to the news about Bin Laden.  It's just crazy to remember sitting in… Continue reading thankfulness in celebrating.

good flushers.

A couple nights ago, I helped out at Locavore's Night Out.  It was an event by local food providers and it was just ah-mazing.  [some of the best food of my life.] But it was over the hill [in Idaho], which means that all the beautiful parents and their beautiful children come out of the… Continue reading good flushers.

it’s okay if your shoes aren’t doing it…

I got a text message yesterday morning, that read: "You are going to crack up when you see the cover of the daily!" My first thought was, Oh, no this cannot be good. Especially since there were many pictures of me taken like this... And then I opened an email that read: "I think they… Continue reading it’s okay if your shoes aren’t doing it…

the remnants of the good of the darkness.

The last two nights, I've had vivid dreams about moving back to Australia. My friend, Andrew, says... - Dreams are like pictures: If I'm not in them and no one's naked, I don't care. Well, some of my good friends were in the dreams, as well as the family I used to work for: The… Continue reading the remnants of the good of the darkness.

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.

that whole reading/reader situation.

My dear Dabney sent this to me today: http://thebookspy.blogspot.com/ I love it. The site documents what people spotted in subways are reading and give projections about that whole reading/reader situation happening. It kinda made me miss Australia; where I rode a train constantly and always had a book in hand.  [or at least bag.]  And… Continue reading that whole reading/reader situation.

i run my fingers through the grooves when no one’s around.

The song that this mini documentary starts with used to make me cry. Then it didn't for a long, long time.  I didn't care.  I didn't really listen to it anymore. Then, tonight, it made me cry again. I think Jacksonville City Nights was my favorite album for some time. Funny how favorites fade... and… Continue reading i run my fingers through the grooves when no one’s around.

excuse me…

This blahg post is purely to remember/share the randomness/beauty of yesterday. -------------------- I've been riding my dad's old Schwinn Varsity around.  It's an emerald green ten-speed and I LOVE it.  My dad loves it too.  He talks about how dear it is to his heart and how if I don't lock it up and it… Continue reading excuse me…

i couldn’t if i tried.

I'm sitting at home, drinking wine, being unproductively productive whilst watching Dark Was the Night Live. It's amazingly filled with Yeasayer, Feist, David Byrne, Bon Iver, etc.  You should check it out.  Or at least the albums... by far my favorite compilation ever. Just one: And then, at the end of one of the bonus… Continue reading i couldn’t if i tried.