Wednesday, April 30, 2008

I Have a Soul

Art helps me find it.

I'm going to see Elbow and the Watson Twins tonight at the Fineline. A more expensive show than what I usually go to, but I've seen reports and testimonials that have convinced me that... I need to go to this show.

My car is still in crumbles and staggering in limbo, as is my love life.

I'm actually more concerned about my car...

But there's a light at the end of this tunnel.
It connects from Iowa.


Chip Willis


Monday, April 28, 2008

"just dive in."

That's the advice I was given today. I think I'll actually follow it. heh...

The gallery show is this weekend (and only this weekend). I'm super excited. It's at the Minneapolis Photo Co-op, so if you're within 200 miles of the Twin Cities, you should come for the show!! It will definitely be worth the drive.

; )

Am I the only one that types out the lyrics while listening to the music?

Get a real job
Keep the wind at your back and the sun on your face
All the immediate unknowns
Are better than knowing this tired and lonely fate
Does he love you?
Does he love you?
Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?

I guess it's spring, I didn't know
It's always seventy-five with no mountain snow
A married man, he visits me
I receive his letters in the mail twice a week

And I think he loves me
And when he leaves her
He's coming out to California

I guess it all worked out
There's a ring on your finger and the baby's due out
You share a place by the park
And run a shop for antiques downtown

And he loves you
Yeah he loves you
And the two of you will soon become three
And he loves you
Even though you
Used to say you were flawed if you weren't free

Let's not forget ourselves good friend
You and I were almost dead
And you're better off for leaving
Yeah you're better off for leaving

Late at night
I get the phone
You're at the shop sobbing all alone
Your confession it's coming out
You only married him
You felt your time was running out

But now you love him
And your baby
At last you are complete
But he's distant and you found him
On the phone pleading, saying, "baby I love you
And I'll leave her and I'm coming out to California"

Let's not forget ourselves good friend
I am flawed if I'm not free
And your husband will never leave you
He will never leave you for me

Rilo Kiley. More Adventurous.


Stephen Haynes.

Andrew Baran.

Sunday, April 27, 2008


Kate Nash. A bit poppy for my usual taste... but I like.

Thursday night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"

Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I wont give a shit.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause i am so bitter.
I said
"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."

Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.

Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',
and I purposely wont turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.


Matthew Scherfenberg.

Gary M.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

The "Tourist" Photos

Sorry, no bewbs today. ;)

Friday, April 25, 2008

In Need of a Fresh Start

The recent trip to NYC was amazing. I got to spend 5 glorious days with my best friend Erin, and partying and shooting with the most kick-ass of rockstars. I needed this trip more than I thought, and I think Erin would agree that she needed this fun break.

I could digress and go into every detail of the trip, but photos tell more than I could ever in words.

I'm so grateful to have made the connections I have in this short year. My life is changing very rapidly. It makes me wonder where my life will be next year...

Here is more Metric. Can never get enough.

Can't stand by myself
Hate to sleep alone
Surprises always help
So I take somebody home
To find out how I feel
Feel like just a baby
Portrait of a lady
Poster of a girl

Satisfy myself
Avoid beginners
Who long to shut my mouth
Till I take one of them home
'Cause I know how it feels
Filling in the blanks
Looking on the bright side
When there is no bright side
Coming in your pants
For the off chance
With a poster of a girl


Sanders, Dean, Sanders, Dean, JMG, and Sanders again.

Thursday, April 10, 2008


I'm eating a pear that I bought a week ago, and its still a tad underripe.

It reminds me of a Mitch Hedberg joke,

"I like baked potatoes, man. I don’t have a microwave oven. It takes forever to cook a baked potato in a conventional oven. Sometimes I’ll just throw one in there, even if I don’t want one. By the time it’s done, who knows."

It's all about delivery. He was frickin hilarious.


Stephen Haynes

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


stagnancy is evil.


Matthew Scherfenberg

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Nothing but blue skies

I kind of feel like that today.

But then again I've been a bit down the past couple of days.
Best friend is leaving the country. Car is broken. Finances are dwindling. S.O. troubles. PMSing. And most annoyingly, the weather has been fucking with me.

I spent 18 hours in a sleep clinic assisting my grandpa last night and this morning. Unfortunately, because he kept waking up throughout the test, I (we) only got 2 hours of sleep.
...I've been a bit on edge.

I went for a walk not too long ago to try to wear off some of this negative energy and get some fresh air. And it totally worked. It's amazing how just a little bit of exercise and fresh air revitalize.
...Or maybe I'm just slightly deleterious from the lack of sleep.

Pottery class tonight. I'm gonna get dirty and throw some pots for 3 glorious, but challenging, hours. Clay and I are not on the best terms yet. We're old friends, but its a bit awkward for the both of us still, since we completely abandoned one another for close to 3 years.
...We need more shmoozing time.

There's spring in the air
They're sweeping the streets
Wind is a breeze
The sun becomes her he agrees

What's holding up her face?
Nothing but blue skies
Passage ways to windows
That don't close

Where do you live?
Love is a place
Where are you from?
She says, ask yourself ask anyone
What's holding up her face
Nothing but blue skies
Passage ways the mind's eye

More Metric. Emily Haines kisses my soul with her lyrics and melody.

Yes, I'm that corny.


Taken on a beautiful, summer afternoon. StudioMona.

Having fun and going with the flow. Gary M.