check it

for some reason it won't let me embed videos.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bfseWNmlds

wonderful Passion Pit. he made this cd as a love letter to his girlfriend. how precious is that?

Broken Social Scene was Monday. I had to say at first I was thinking to myself "what a waste of money..." Which is horrible. And i apologize greatly. Kevin Drew was ill. It still turned out magnificent. They need more ladies though. I am just saying...Lisa crazyhair was enjoyable. But bring back the vagina to bss please???

one saving grace was Charles Spearin's happiness project. BSS people have an overload of side projects. and i love when they showcase something really great. and the happiness project was different. and for some reason i fucking loved it.

i
felt
mybody
move
inside

if you love hot chip. peter gabriel. and vampire weekend covers you might enjoy this. once again take a listen after the jump.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDf4Acr9x9s

"do you want ta. like you know i do."

also, something i watched literally last year. Encounters at the End of the World. This was directed by Herzog (of grizzly man fame). it is about the end of the world basically. and the crazy (or genius) people who inhabit antarctica. there were some wonderful scenic views. i honestly did not know much about the place. polar bears and ice and santa's evil twin. who knew there was a fucking town. and they have soft serve ice cream. i have already forgotten many of the facts (like the "towns" name). it's kind of gross though. and what we have created down there is pretty ugly. it's definitely not some shiny happy perfectly white town.

in one part they do mention pengiuns. even though it was herzog's goal to not make another march of the penquins. there is this man who studies them intensely and basically doesn't speak much (to humans anyways). herzog asks him an cringeworthy/embarrassing question about their possible homosexual tendencies. soon after that it shows some of the penguins in their natural roles. and one that seems to be on this determined path toward the mountains and inner antarctica. the further inland he goes the farther away from food, family, friends and sustainable life he gets. maybe he knows this. maybe he doesn't. either way death is imminent and this little guy keeps on trucking. immediately i think of parallels to chris mccandless. and his deadly journey. the penguin even passes by a group of humans. who know his destination and plight, but are under strict guidelines and are not allowed to interfere. and it's obvious even if they took him back he would only venture out once more....to the mountains.

maybe he is a crazy penguin. or maybe this is something ingrained in a certain percentage of all of us...i know he didn't exactly hate his 9-5 and flourescent lighting and wanted to chase some dreams. either way he felt the urge to get away. and he did something about it. you got to respect that. even in a penguin.

frankly mr. shankly

i don't like the new death cab. and by "new" i mean last two albums. they are missing so much of what dcfc used to possess.


Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript.I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence.It wasn't quiet what it seemed... a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to be).I must admit I was charmed by your advances... your advantage left me helplessly into you.Talking how the group had begun to splinter and I could taste your lipstick on the filter...I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but call-response overturns conviction every time.My memory cannot recall... a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.Lushing with the hallway congregation, my best judgement signed its resignation.I rushed this.We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.

listen ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9TpM2FRu-4

i guess mainly drunken pain. and a stream of conciousness that isn't overwhelming.

because we want our film to be beautiful, not realistic

i was told to update. being the obedient person i am i am doing so.

so finally bought a road bike. went on the first ride this weekend. very short. my ass hurts a lot. it was amazing. i can't wait for longer rides. and for my ass to hurt less. she's a gorgeous candy red dolce. i will post pictures. because i am one proud momma.

for now some super boring pictures. my office. this is my large computer screen. don't be fooled. it's not that nice. i don't even have autocad. notice dr pepper. hot pink nalgene. pretty colors to color with. and post its. always a billion post its. the picture on the back ground of my computer is a picture of tetons. which i stole from a girl who loves them a whole lot. then i tried to take a picture of myself. i accidentally zoomed in. gew.
















so thanksgiving is this week. and i am going home for the first time in MONTHS. i am, to say the least, reallyfuckingexcited. i get to ride i get to ride i get to ride. i miss my horse. i miss riding everyday. i even miss that world (sometimes).

i also get to see my lovely puppies. and take an extended bike ride.

life is looking good.

one more thing to share. radical face. it rocks my face. welcome home, son.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afAIqz0AuW4

i highly recommend.

I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
Who's still around the morning after
We broke up a month ago, and I grew up
I didn't knowI'd be around the morning after
It's always been wait and see
A happy day and then you'll pay
And feel like shit the morning after
But now I feel changed around
And instead of falling down
I'm standing up the morning after
Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
I could be another fool or an exception to the rule
You tell me the morning after
Crooked spin can't come to rest
I'm damaged bad at best
She'll decide what she wants
I'll probably be the last to know
No one says it 'til it shows
See how it is, they want you or they don't
Say yes

I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
Who's still around the morning after


things are getting better. overall. with everything. The escape plan has been set in motion. someday soon I am going to be much poorer. But my head will feel lighter and these four walls will be far far away.

i still need to learn to love the city until i leave though. i will make an honest effort. i promise. next weekend is girl talk. if that can't help i don't know what will.

sing me spanish techno

acl was fantastic. quick run down.

non musical highlights:

• our hotel. i highly recommend the holiday inn express. best free continental breakfast in the world. frankly. the whole place rocked my face off.
• GIANT lone stars
• new kick ass programs
• biking. in austin. at night. we biked to the park everyday. the first day though we biked from downtown. biking to 6th street across the bridge. cool breeze. i know where i belong. i want to bike in austin every night.

musical highlights:

• band of horses. they played the great salt lake at dusk. last day of the festival. the most magical time.
• tegan and sara. always a delight. and fucking hilarious.
• robert and ms krauss. i love me some krauss.
• conor doing a simon and garfunkel cover
• okkervil river rocking out. way more extreme than i thought they would.
• STARS telling us the water was poison.
• CSS. one word: bodysuit.
• FLEET FOXES. thank you thank you, you beardy mountain men.
• and David MF Byrne. founder of my favorite band. i absolutely adored the people on stage and their interpretive dancing.

successful weekend.

college station

this weekend. i hope i get trapped there by the hurricane. go gustav!

so i ran the day before yesterday. i opted out of biking in the park, and was going to try to discover the city on foot a little. it was highly enjoyable and i plan to do it again tonight. even though i have mind blowing shin splints. i'm not used to running on pavement.

anyways. i ran through the neighborhood across from my apartment. it's a mix of old and new. the new being extremely nice McMansions. well that isn't fair. some are tasteful. but all are large. the new loom over the older houses in a kind of daunting way. as if they're daring their owner to tear down the sad pathetic old house and replace it with a large energy eating monster.

ok. i sound a little bitter. i think because i love those old homes. the brick. i love the brick. the neighborhood reminded me of my mema's back in dallas. i adored her house. it was large and full of love and very old. we had to sell it after she died, and the new owner assholes tore it down to build their own McMansion. i loved that place (and my mema) a lot.

my run basically turned into sightseeing. i probably looked creepy and stalkerish. sweating and red and huffing. slowing to a walk when i saw a gorgeous house. most had big front windows. and it was dinner time. and as i was admiring these houses it probably looked like i was staring at the families as well...oh well. i plan on doing the same thing again tonight.

it also made me realize i missed my own family. very much.

When life hands you lemons

paint that shit gold.