Ben and I went to Florida last week. I'd never been across the country, so it was MAD CRAZY! Our flights were long and tight and I think I love flying.
I can't wait to go back. That place is sweltering, but it's also gorgeous.
17.7.09
Florida!
Ben and I went to Florida last week. I'd never been across the country, so it was MAD CRAZY! Our flights were long and tight and I think I love flying.
I can't wait to go back. That place is sweltering, but it's also gorgeous.
16.7.09
The Broken Remotes, part II
This is the second poster I've done for The Broken Remotes, whom I heard about on NPR. I did the rats on the plane to Florida last week. Sketchy, tiny, pen and ink drawings are still my favorite.
I wanted Linden to make a guest appearance. Oh! THAT. LITTLE. GUY.
6.7.09
5.7.09
Dreams Come True
I had promised myself for Lent this year I was going to smoke a cigar each day. I failed. I not only DID NOT smoke even one lousy cigar during the entire 40 day span, the closest I got to a cigar was eating a chocolate cigar my homie Jonathan gave me. It was delish, don't get me wrong! But it wasn't the same as shoving a fat stogie in my cud.
Fear not though dudes! I am living in mecca, where dreams come true. My friend Scott smokes cigars on a regular basis, and he gave me a lesson last night. You'll notice how bad ass he looks with his chest hair popping out, and I hope to someday aspire to his level of nonchalant coolness. You'll also notice how his cigar tip is burned around evenly. I need to work on that.
I would also like to tell you that smoking a cigar is much easier than smoking a cigarette, which works in my favor because I think cigars also work in a more asthetically pleasing manner in my favor. I will not be making cigars a regular thing, as I am way too cheap and paranoid, but boy what a night! Catch a star and make your dreams come true.
2.7.09
Taco Stand! Taco Stand! Taco Stand for lunch!
Beth moved two days ago, and we hit up the amazing taco stand (Cactus Tacos) for lunch. Hopefully not the last time! Halfway through the day I was salivating for some asada. SO GOOD....right, Jenn?
1.7.09
23.6.09
Caffinated.
Linden got some coffee in Echo Park. He had to take off his glasses though, as the steam fogged them up! Sometimes I think he'd rather drink the creamer than the coffee.
22.6.09
What I Wore 6.22.09
It's the middle of June, and Los Angeles isn't hot yet. Makes me worry, but also makes me feel good about wearing tights in the summer with a tank top!
Tank- Charlotte Russe (Goodwill, $3)
Skirt- Banana Republic (Goodwill, $4)
Tights- Target ($3)
Heels- Forever 21 ($26)
I still can't get enough of those shoes!
Lava
I can tell today is gonna be bloggy! No work, only working hard. This is just a little heads up to add my buddy PPH to your blogroll--he's just updated his site and it looks trontastic.
http://www.fivetools.com/blog/
http://www.fivetools.com/blog/
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15.6.09
"Drummer wanted to play really fast"
Last night I was reminded of one of the saddest songs ever:
"Nobody ever believes. They just leave, they just leave
And they'll see you on their own sweet time
They just leave"
Break my HEART. It's been almost ten years since "One Part Lullaby" came out, and I'm still wanting to sing this song with tears coming down my face in a karaoke bar. You know, I want to make dinner, cut an onion, and have this song playing on repeat, getting louder toward the middle when the grief really kicks in. I love the sweetness of it; the epic, wistful pain. I can't mess with that sort of purity.
In high school, when I first heard it, I was totally consumed with indie culture and could think about nothing else but getting the eff out of my podunk high school, and this resulted in an inflated sense of pop knowledge and the ego to go along with it. Not a good thing, but sorta amusing and shameful in retrospect, the way you should remember being a teenager.
I taped 120 Minutes every week and this song came on and I watched the video over and over, wanting to develop some sort of crush on Lou Barlow (look, when you are young your hormones are CRAZY, ok?!). It never happened, but I did fall in love with his voice and his songwriting, something that has served me far better than any poster in a locker. I do regret not having made any sort of fanzines for the bands I really loved. It's that sort of temporal pain that informs my own decisions now. Makes me feel urgent and hungry to consume. I want to make some sort of certificate that says "Disiple of Lou Barlow and All Related Projects, All 32 Of Them".
There is a Christian band called BarlowGirl that I really wish had something to do with Lou. I have this fantasy of five (there is room for some movement here, actually it could range from three to six. I'm sure this would be mostly up to the record company, I'm thinking Tooth and Nail should be knocking on my door any moment now) Christian teenage girls who make their own arrangements of Dinosaur Jr. and Lou Barlow penned songs. One of them beat-boxes. She's the "street" member, a reformed addict who's taking the loneliest lyrics and making them accessable to the Christian pop community. Her name is Julie, and she's my favorite. They choreograph dance routines and have 90's inspired co-ordinating uniforms.
Oh gosh, I think that if there was a fan club for Lou called BarlowGal I'd make that t-shirt. I'd weep in my room watching Kids in my Doc Martens (I don't have Doc Martens, but I'd get some. Big '90's ones, because I'd be the manager my fantasy BarlowGirl band and be able to afford them. Finally).
"Nobody ever believes. They just leave, they just leave
And they'll see you on their own sweet time
They just leave"
Break my HEART. It's been almost ten years since "One Part Lullaby" came out, and I'm still wanting to sing this song with tears coming down my face in a karaoke bar. You know, I want to make dinner, cut an onion, and have this song playing on repeat, getting louder toward the middle when the grief really kicks in. I love the sweetness of it; the epic, wistful pain. I can't mess with that sort of purity.
In high school, when I first heard it, I was totally consumed with indie culture and could think about nothing else but getting the eff out of my podunk high school, and this resulted in an inflated sense of pop knowledge and the ego to go along with it. Not a good thing, but sorta amusing and shameful in retrospect, the way you should remember being a teenager.
I taped 120 Minutes every week and this song came on and I watched the video over and over, wanting to develop some sort of crush on Lou Barlow (look, when you are young your hormones are CRAZY, ok?!). It never happened, but I did fall in love with his voice and his songwriting, something that has served me far better than any poster in a locker. I do regret not having made any sort of fanzines for the bands I really loved. It's that sort of temporal pain that informs my own decisions now. Makes me feel urgent and hungry to consume. I want to make some sort of certificate that says "Disiple of Lou Barlow and All Related Projects, All 32 Of Them".
There is a Christian band called BarlowGirl that I really wish had something to do with Lou. I have this fantasy of five (there is room for some movement here, actually it could range from three to six. I'm sure this would be mostly up to the record company, I'm thinking Tooth and Nail should be knocking on my door any moment now) Christian teenage girls who make their own arrangements of Dinosaur Jr. and Lou Barlow penned songs. One of them beat-boxes. She's the "street" member, a reformed addict who's taking the loneliest lyrics and making them accessable to the Christian pop community. Her name is Julie, and she's my favorite. They choreograph dance routines and have 90's inspired co-ordinating uniforms.
Oh gosh, I think that if there was a fan club for Lou called BarlowGal I'd make that t-shirt. I'd weep in my room watching Kids in my Doc Martens (I don't have Doc Martens, but I'd get some. Big '90's ones, because I'd be the manager my fantasy BarlowGirl band and be able to afford them. Finally).
10.6.09
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