Adaptable music

Country Music obsession? Yes please. 

About a year ago, my best friend and I realized we love Taylor Swift. Not really sure why, but it's just something about the cuteness of her songs and the fact that you want to dance around in your underwear, put on lipstick and grab the kitchen spoons as a glamorous microphone and just belt it out.

And most likely acting out the motions while picturing the very exact thing is happening to you. 

I mean... that's just an assumption. It's not like you or I actually do those kinds of things, right? 

Good, now that we have that clear. 

Back to Taylor Swift. My best friend over the last few months has been obsessively playing T.Swift with the exception of the last month because she got some new stuff. Anyways, she was in the car with a friend and she brings up T.Swift and the person was like, "You have a crush don't you." 

She pauses. 

"I guess I do." 

And laughs and continues to play the song. 

We were discussing this the other day and giggling about it. 

Occasionally, we do have our girly moments. 

After that I had to tell her that for the last two months the only thing playing on my radio is country music and the random CDs that are in my car when there are commercials.

I wonder what the means? 

Given, I love country music and grew up listening to it but this is out of control. 

Country and Death Cab for Cutie. 

I mean it could be worse. I could bring back some Underoath and the Agony Scene. 

Oi Vey. 

The Quotable Jessi Duke

And she's leaving on a jet plane 

 

She is a little ridiculous and very strange.  She is probably one of the funniest people I know and here are a couple little gems she shared with me this morning before she left me to visit the lovely Desirae Marks in Portland. I should be there! This vacation is much needed for her. 

Here is a paraphrased version of this morning: 

Common Sense Clause: Don't ditch the wingman with the Prey. I was trying to come up with a better adjective than that, but Prey was the best I could come up with. It's not even the fine print. The rule is in big bold letters. You just don't do that. 

Now, this one is kind of fun because there is a visual with it. 

"Our lips are a little too delicious. But its a keeper anyway. hahaha" 

Jessi's plane is delayed so she is bored in the airport and officially going insane.

Reasons like this are why I'm a fan of her. 

And at breakfast this morning, with the best cup of coffee I ever had, Alta Coffeehouse.  The lovely Sara Saylors and I,  we were talking about since Jessi cut her hair her level of sass has increased tremendously. 

Playing Outside--it's all I wanna do

Let's go.Sneak Peak-- Lovely Jessica Duke 

Copeland: love and heartbreak inclusive

Friday, early to rise, and late to bed.

Los Angeles, a understated city of trash and glamor. Yet, people love it. For some reason, maybe it is the Hollywood sign that only outsiders seem to notice. Some who grow up in the area never notice the sign and some can honestly say that never saw it until they were in college because they met some outsiders who wanted to see it. Beats me though, Los Angeles.

Spent the day with Saylors where we explored a Rembrandt Print exhibit at Hammer. The detail was insane and observing and really trying to understand the technique and take a step back into the perspective of the time period was great.

"Rembrandt van Rijn was a prolific printmaker and created about 300 etchings over the course of his long career. The exhibition includes a variety of etchings with subjects ranging from religious narratives to figure studies and landscape. Drawn from the extensive collection of the Hammer's Grunwald Center for the Graphic Arts, as well as other institutions, including the Los Angeles County Museum of Art and the Norton Simon Museum, the exhibition also features different impressions of the same print, allowing the visitor to closely compare the compositions and see how the artist experimented with each individual impression."

After the exhibit we went to Little Tokyo, which took us about the time it would take us to get to actual Tokyo, or at least halfway to Bakersfield. Mister Ramen greeted us with warm sake, ramen and curry rice. Satisfaction and some meandering around the area, some mochi and boba, after we realized that we did not need a mini cat or a kimono we decided to venture to a place that was more in our mood. Went to Amoeba where only in California do you have to question if you just felt an earthquake. Saylors' and I felt about five, then when no one else was curiously looking around, we came to a conclusion that it was all in our heads. After a while we settled in a coffee shop that was actually really great. I was a fan, she left me there to finish my New Moon.

Shortly after Jessi shows up. The next big adventure was about to commence. We walked to our favorite Los Angeles local spot STOUT. Some day I will do a full right up on this place. Best random discovery and best burgers. STOUT is known for their burgers and beer. If I enjoyed beer, this place would be even higher on my list. Although they do have a great ale that I'm a fan of. Jess and I shared a great burger and sweet potato crisps. After dinner, it was time for what we had been waiting for.

COPELAND

Copeland's farewell tour was bittersweet. It was a great show at the El Rey Theatre. I met some people from Tulsa, Jess and I both had Long Islands and definitely got our moneys worth for the night. The show had a satisfying mix between new and old. It was also comforting to notice that the majority were old fans who grew up with their music through Beneath the Medicine Tree all the way unto You are My Sunshine.

This is what I have discovered from the many miles I put on my Mustang at the age of 16 up until my 22 year and the many miles on my Honda. Copeland, you are dear to my heart. You relate to the masses and have some of the best lyrics around.

Copeland, you rekindle a love in my heart. thanks for the break up. it's brutal. I guess we have memories.

The Day I Lost My Voice

". . . You see love is a drink that goes straight to my head

And time is a lover and I'm caught in her stare
And the sentiment there follows me straight to my bed through the night

I've got my life in a suitcase,
I'm ready to run, run, run away..
I've got no time, 'cause I'm always trying to run, run, run away
'Cause everyday in here feels like it's only a game.
I've got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase..."

Photo Credit:Katie Shelton Photography

in hopes

that i may capture something this beautiful In lieu of October's end approaching at a very rapid pace. I thought I better get on this poem. Just the idea of the title moreso.

Poppies in October: By Sylvia Plath

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly --
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky

Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.

between 10-20 more pages to go. oh wow. let the editing begin soon. bring on the rest of the devil semester. you are so close to ending. then I can remember that I have a life of vagabond existence ahead of me. oi vey.


ps. i'm about to post a photograph, I can't help but laugh and smile when I look at it. oh memories

I'm a stranger in my own house

Introductions series: Part One

I officially know where nothing is in my house. this is strange.

This morning, I am drinking a glass of my Rooibos tea and realizing I feel strange. I don't feel like I should be here but at the same time I do.

Maybe once I finish unpacking and making things my own. Maybe then it'll all kick back to normal. I haven't had the time to even sit for long lengths of time. Went to ashley's wedding. Crazy. I had the best date though, another wedding tonight, my wedding is also pretty sweet. Meet Jessi Duke: Best date, Best friend, Best roommate. She's pretty great. Our toes look cute and smudged. Dang.

I am in the mood for introductions and not goodbyes.
Meet Lucia, Kayla, and Edgar: beautiful family, beautiful hearts, beautiful souls.


Meet Ben: I'm a fan

Meet my best friends: Lor and Erica. We go on adventures and cause trouble. So you go hide and I'll come seek and maybe someday in the middle we just might meet. Words by matt wertz, listen up girls. :)

More introductions to come soon.

As our hearts cry out, we wait and listen for the Maker to create a kingdom that we will never deserve. His grace is sufficient and full.