Put on our hiking shoes for a rocky trek Wednesday afternoon—ideal weather, barely anyone else on the trail, and a misty picnic next to rapids. Detoured through the countryside on our way home, singing along to one brilliant song after another, and finished off the perfect day with a night swim.
For those not following Twitter (over there on the right), or in case I Twittered too much (um… guilty) and the links passed by, I posted up some pictures! And was rather exclamatory all day! It stormed earlier, the way movies invent and exaggerate to draw you into the whipping wind and rush of rain. Sounded like a shoulder to shoulder drumline was banging away on the roof, and we watched the recently filled pool nearly overflow in a matter of minutes. All windows and doors were open—floors, sills, and papers got wet—threw down some towels, then grabbed my camera and ran outside to play and photograph.
P.S. California, California, California. Ready to go back in a week, but [not so] secretly wanting to move somewhere completely new. SoCal is, ironically enough, easiest on the budget for now. New York and / or Nashville in due time I suppose. Still hoping someone decides to pay me to travel the world. A girl can dream…
Moving back to California in a month (did I ever completely leave?), not sure how long I’ll be there this time around. Might be a summer fling, or in it for the long haul—either way, the wind says it’s time to head south. And my friends more or less demanded it. Who am I to say no to such wonderful people? Summer at the beach, don’t mind if I do!
‘Bout time I write something new here. The condensed version—add a can of water then let it simmer on the stove.
Worked the Ashland Independent Film Festival—face to face with thousands of people, enjoyed every minute of it. Reminded that there are heaps of extraordinary beings out there.
Family got into a car accident, the kind where we’ve been regularly checking the obituaries for the guy who hit them. Didn’t look good for him. Scary scary scary. Beyond thankful my loved ones are home and intact, and the sense of community and caring from everyone we know has been truly uplifting—even so, all week there’s been a strange cloud hanging over this house.
The magazine is well on its way to being back in full force, better than ever. That deserves an exclamation! Music music music music music music music…
Taking the train to So. Cal this coming week. Haven’t been since August, unless you want to count an LAX layover—probably my longest break away in years. Even before moving back there, I was visiting at least every six months. Strong love-hate relationship with LA and Orange County, heading that direction always feels like going home. I miss my So. Cal people more than you’d believe. And this weather:
Drongo stole my heart. What is it with drummers?! (insert sly smile here ;)
SxSW was epic. It’s downright ridiculous to try and sum it up, but there ya go. Working on photos and articles galore—back in Oregon, but haven’t made it home yet, so still processing the experience in a detached / vacationing sort of way. Some of my SxSW photos are up on Flickr, with plenty more images and some stories to come.
Mainly liked the visual aspects of this video after watching it last week (the Thrilleresqueness at 3:10 is most excellent!), but now the song itself is latching onto my brain. Typing up e-mails and coding sites here at four in the morning, when suddenly Kings of Leon was no longer the music looping in my memory. This decided to take over instead, “Dancers” by Circlesquare:
Circlesquare – Dancers from Bienvenido Cruz on Vimeo.
Festival of Colours in India… thinking that timing a trip to this region while Holi is going on makes a great “things to do before I die” list addition.
From The Big Picture, of course.
Slightly overwhelmed by the list of things to do before I fly to Austin next week for SxSW. Can’t forget the guaranteed madness once arriving, and all of the work to do after getting back. Oh man, that sounds like complaining… I assure you it’s not! Even so, stepping away from work for a moment, and looking at what’s new in one of my favorite Etsy shops, Two Guitars. Bought the wanderlust notebook awhile back, but can’t bring myself to write in it. Maybe I’ll buy the print for my office, so I can journal away in the notebook and tuck it away for safe keeping. Really I want to purchase all of the Moleskines he has to offer—great images and quality. I’m hooked.
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Meant to link this video two months ago, my backlog point for most everything. If and when I ever own a home, I imagine themes and lighting rather than functionality and furniture (a cozy library being the exception). Peter Pan’s Flight at Disneyland had a profound effect on me as a child—the suspended stars were infinitely amazing, thus introducing me to the magic of fiber optics. There’s a scene in Mermaids where one of the bedrooms has the illusion of being underwater, which has stuck with me through the years as well. I’d also like a floor to ceiling aquarium wall, but before I get ahead of myself… having this setup in my imaginary home would be ideal:
Procrastinator that I am, figured I should write something here. You know, at 5:45am on a day I have to be up before noon. Places I’m going, things I’m doing… in list form, so that it’s less time before I curl up in bed to read and pretend I’m tired.
By then it’ll be spring. Hallelujah! Nashville? New York? Toronto? Ready to venture east again. Earlier tonight, an older gentleman invited me to accompany him to Louisiana in a month or two—said he’s always wanted to go for the Cajun music and food. The guy is vaguely acquainted with a friend of mine, and she pawned me off as the traveler in our group. I’m probably crazy for even considering it, but why the hell not?
Still no idea when I’m moving or where to. Considered writing city names on slips of paper, then pulling one out of a hat. If freelance work keeps coming in (fingers crossed!), settling somewhere is out of the question anyway. Being unstuck is far more satisfying.
You really must click over to Greg Yale Illumination to see how Knowawall, Inc. has presented some incredible work—one of the raddest sites and content I’ve seen lately (thanks to surfstation.com).
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