this space has been calling me back. an intentional space where I can be creative without algorithm or supervision. climbing out of the past 16 months is a little brighter than I thought it would be. so good in a lot of ways, but a little blinding in others. I have completely hunkered down with… Continue reading 01: a coolness coming.
I'm into defining my years. Naming them. Calling them out. I've had the bad year: circa 2009. Then there were fours years in between that escaped official titling. I was feverishly tornado-ing through life and the west, looking for purpose, creativity, love, adventures, paychecks, and more purpose. I picked Evan up on the way and we kept on… Continue reading let’s make up dances.
Dear All, I can't believe I haven't talked about 20/Nothing on this here blahg. The whole International Documentary Challenge was an insane, amazing experience. Through one of Missoula's craziest blizzards, Sarah Meismer, Caitlin Hofmeister, Josef "Tuna" Metesh, and myself spent five days making a film we love about a guy we love: Evan Smith. We… Continue reading A Love Letter. Re: 20/Nothing.
It was a week ago today that I was in the ski accident. The ski accident where I lost control. Couldn't gain control. The ski accident where I hit a tree. With my face. Whiplash. Lost consciousness. Blood everywhere. The ski accident when I broke my nose and cheekbone and bit through my lip. The… Continue reading I want to be here.
I can't let 2012 slip into the memories without genuinely declaring it the best year yet. The blahg took a hit, I know I didn't give you much here, but real life flourished. I got to… • ski in Missoula with friends old and new. • celebrate my amazing manfriend with many Missoula friends at… Continue reading real life flourished.
The death plague that I've contracted from Jackson has given me pause with opportunity to document how wonderful the trip was. I didn't get to spend time with all my favorite lovelies, but I did get to soak up some supreme mountain time. [no energy for captions or correct spacing. just good times galore.] … Continue reading fox in the snow, diamond in the sky.
This is what Missoula looks like today from my view: The story I'm about to tell did not have the same snowy setting, but it was colder... about 20 degrees. This is what the door to our apartment looks like: Evan and I live nextdoor to this lovely woman named Suzie... who I hardly ever… Continue reading van me twice.
After getting back from a [wonderful, wonderful] trip to Texas, I came home to Evan's lovely family visiting us. They left the next day and Evan and I both would've guessed that we would just end up sleeping for the following 24 hours. Instead, we went on a little road trip. It was ah-mazing. Just… Continue reading VAN ROADTRIP // november twenty-twelve.
It's a troubling time of wanting to go back. To anything, everything. Two of our dearest Missoula friends are in Jackson right now, at the Bike-In Movies: The poster was designed by moi... which makes it even harder not being there. Talking with Sarah on the phone, telling her where to go around town, I… Continue reading wanting to go back to jackson, saturday, greece, italy and then wanting to go back to now.
i am thoroughly obsessed with this: Wes Anderson's color palette. [made by beth matthews.] as soon as it came out, i've been drawn to the color palette of Life Aquatic. that silver-ish light blue, the aqua, the gold. even as recently as trying to figure out what color of paint to try something like this… Continue reading it takes me away.
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...… Continue reading triannual torrential.
I find that there are themed patterns in my nowness that I vividly recognize. Comfort/Sameness, Newness/Excitement, Inspiration/Aspiration. Repeat. [comfort/sameness] 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… Continue reading the themed patterns of nowness.
I had such a pleasant weekend. Started off with a very social event and that must've shocked my system because I mainly spoke to myself the rest of the weekend. I designed this little logo for my friend Christy's fashion blahgging... When she's got a post up, I'll definitely be re-posting. Speaking of re-posting, I… Continue reading i mainly spoke.
Sometimes people come along in your life that make you want to move. Make you want to adventure. Make you want to be free. Make you want to do it... screw it... just do it. I met Michelle and Ryan through work. And them? They inspire... They're staying at my place for the night... and… Continue reading downhill! downhill! downhill!
A song for driving... For saying goodbye...
Rafting the Middle Fork of the Salmon River was [hands down] one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Words trying to spell out the laughs, scares, beauty, realizations, breathlessness... would fall short. So, in hopes, here are some photos to explain... [in almost completely random order...] [a week for the books. a time… Continue reading where i’ve been for the last week…
My dad has had his moments. By that, I mean he's a quirky, silly guy, but every once in a while, he'll blow you out of the water with sweetness. For the rest of this story to make any sense, you must read this old blahg post: https://rachellaurenmarie.wordpress.com/2010/12/24/love-is-there/ And if you refuse to do so… Continue reading crying, smiling, singing, loving. magic.
So much snow and sickness for a week or so made cabin fever inevitable. It was time to get out. Get to Salt Lake, see fresh faces of friends I haven't seen in so long. Friends from different walks of life at different times, living in one city... and they all became friends! A circle… Continue reading go and enjoy yourself.
Favorite song of the moment: But don't you stop listening to JLM: Man, I wish I could go to this... The travel bug is biting, sinking his teeth in hard. Could it be the cold, cold rain that blew my hood off when trying to run to a brewery haven tonight? Mayhaps. But then there… Continue reading biting, sinking.