Saturday, January 30, 2010


Today I found this!


And I bought this!

Then I went and saw Hello Kavita at the Hi Dive. I listened to the Simon & Garfunkel mix R gave me on the way there and back and saw Orion hanging over the beginning of the snow-dusted Rockies on my drive home. I hate "snow-dusted" but sometimes you just have to use annoying adjectives. That's not true. I'm just being lazy.

Friday, January 29, 2010

[Re]organized today.


And returned briefly to Arcade Fire's Funeral.

Bought socks.
Bought books.

And laughed hysterically at Bret Easton Ellis' tweet re: JD Salinger: "Yeah!! Thank God he's finally dead. I've been waiting for this day for-fucking-ever. Party tonight!!!" People are really getting upset about this? This is the man who wrote one of the most disturbing amazing books of the last 25 years. Calm. Down.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

2009 began with
Building Nothing Out of Something, Modest Mouse
Blood Bank, Bon Iver

2010 begins with
Reservoir, Fanfarlo
the Wheel's Daytrotter session [12/2/2009]

2009

Given my compulsive need to record, retain, remember, I feel it necessary to post several pictures from the last year of my life wherein I kind of disappeared... from... well from here at least. Think of it as very amateur photojournalism, done with an iPhone, and with one eye closed.

Paris on the Platte

San Diego, California

AWP Chicago


Denver


Sam Beam [Who opened for Flight of the Conchords at Red Rocks the night of my graduation day]

Decemberists, Fillmore, Denver

The Rocks, The Valley

Cabo, Mexico

21, Zengo

Bel Mar

Justin Vernon singing "Skinny Love" at the Fox in Boulder, Colorado

I found this on the call box outside of my apartment building.

Marina del Rey, California

video
A Life of Arctic Sounds [to Lake Tahoe!]

"Death Valley is so hot you will die"

Lake Tahoe, California

Culver City Farmer's Market, California

The Valley


Dishwasher, not my dishwasher.


Tacoween





California Winter



Apparently I never did stop collecting.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

A year ago was explosions and decisions and everything at once. And I stopped posting, because I stopped being aware of the things I was collecting, and was instead only aware of how to breathe, when to breathe, breathe and swim. But things have settled and I've amassed a lot over the past 12 months, which is a number I hate but will write anyway for purposes of proper recording.

Another problem has been music. There were new releases and moments of obsession, but nothing stuck. It's my fault. I can't seem to connect to much lately. But these posts will be my reason to try. To prove to myself that I didn't do all that breathing for nothing.

So I will start with this. "The High Road" by Broken Bells.

And also, as always when I lose my footing, the Counting Crows. This time, Recovering the Satellites.

I do have one new obsession to add to the list. It was born out of warm nights last summer spent talking under Valley stars. It actually started in Mexico some winter ago when I saw Orion dangling above the ocean. He followed me home and spent the summer above our houses, our conversations, our silence. And I felt safe. He disappeared for a long time, and recently, while driving the windy road that takes me back to my house, I found him peaking above the hogback, watching me fall in love with "Tree Bones" by Port O'Brien. When I see him, I don't even have to remember how to breathe.

Oh and there's this guy