1. May 24 was made for fire.  And awkwardness. 

    May 24 was made for fire. 

    And awkwardness. 

  2. Things that I am:

    - Hungover

    - Hungry

    - Confused

    - Motherfucking tired. 

    Things that I am not:

    - Prepared

    - Social

    - Subtle

    Happy conference weekend to me! Weeee!

  3. [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

    Fogon - Bruna’s Song

    Learn to love them here. 

  4. Mark Kozelek (Sun Kil Moon) Pitchfork Interview →

    I realized when reading this that I don’t really ever pay attention to a musician’s age, but it seems to be something he is very conscious of. I’m not sure that it actually matters… 

  5. I’ve kind of imploded.  As amazing as work is, and the people are, I’m really not good at mixing personal and professional. On top of that, I’ve been spending so much time at the office I’ve kind of forgotten to spend time doing things I like to do, or really talk to people I like to talk to.  I need to remember the light, but thats hard to do with the soap opera/bad Shakespeare play I’m working through right now. 

    I’ve kind of imploded. 

    As amazing as work is, and the people are, I’m really not good at mixing personal and professional. On top of that, I’ve been spending so much time at the office I’ve kind of forgotten to spend time doing things I like to do, or really talk to people I like to talk to. 

    I need to remember the light, but thats hard to do with the soap opera/bad Shakespeare play I’m working through right now. 

  6. I cannot even. This is such the best. 

  7. so if someone could see me now, let them see you

    I made a bracelet the other week that is actually kind of ugly, and doesn’t match anything I wear, and is made out of shitty rope. But I love it, and I am going to wear it until it falls off. 

    While making it, it was explained that when you live or work on a boat the bracelet is a luck/safety precaution to ensure that if you fall overboard the someone reaching over for you has something to grab on to, and you have something to grasp to pull up.

    The bracelet is one never ending braid, and to seal it I stood in my kitchen as a boy held a match to my wrist, trying to find the perfect timing to burn and press the ends of the braid together. 

    It was all very ritualistic, and somehow means so much right now. This bracelet is about the permanent stamp that this house, and these people, and this job have had, and are going to have on me. This bracelet is a commitment to being honest and trying hard and owning who I am - for once fuck the filter that says “this is cheesy in a not so cool way” and roll with the awkwardness.