Doomsday isn't coming; I fear she's been in free fall for several hundred years. You can sit around and sing her sorrows or live life as only an earthling can.
Get outside.
Hike some mountains, swim the lakes, sit in the shadows of great trees and listen to the birds sing, drink some coffee.
Live in a moment. Walk with the wind. Listen to your heart. Don't trip over dead men.
Today I laid around and enjoyed the comfort of my bed until almost 12.
I biked home in the rain last night. I'm glad the rain has decided to come back. I knew it was going to, it was just taking a little while.
It feels very pleasant outside right now.
Next on the agenda is finishing this coffee and checking this last round of edits for my book!!!
It's almost done! Aaaah! I can't wait to share it with you guys!
And then tonight I go and see The Chariot for the last time ever! That still doesn't feel real to say!
So stoked to see them though. No other band has as great an impact on my musical ambitions to date. Josh Scogin is my original hero.
I walked down the street for my morning coffee at Barista on Williams because I don't have to make the coffee today.
I was simply going for a muffin and americano before going home to make some eggs and start my day, but ended up listening/talking to some really interesting folk.
I never actually got their names but their topic of conversation was on point and thought provoking. I think I've seen one of the dudes before, but not sure where and when.
Now... eggs, asparagus, and green peppers with Maroon 5's, Songs About Jane in the background. Still a great album to me. I don't care what anyone says. Maybe it's my shitty pop album. We all have one of those whether we admit it aloud or not.
I find things on the ground all the time in my wanderings. Some I share with the interwebs; most just go glued in my notebooks for sharing with my friends.
It's really awesome the things you will find if you just keep your eyes and ears open.
The other day I found another abandoned and destroyed book.
I ripped out a random page and cut it in a half.
My friend Jackie Jones and I endeavored to make poems from the words in our respected paragraphs. This is the outcome of said endeavor.
I call it: "little pieces".
What do you know?
Martha was right about those charging unicorns.
Unfortunately her helmet was not strong enough to withstand the battle.
Fortunately, Martha is pretty hard headed, but now Martha is requested a sword.
Hmmm...
I hope you never lose your kid brother. I hope you never lose your friend.
I know we're closer than ever before. I just miss hearing his voice.
You may or may not have seen that my friend Josh and I have begun the endeavor of starting a clothing line.
We have begun preorders on said items as of about 5 minutes ago.
The shirts will be $25 each and that includes the shipping and all that fun stuff.
Rather than me explain all of this just watch this video of me rambling and it'll all make sense.
I really like these designs. I mean I did draw up the most of them myself.
I hope you like them and want to buy them, too.
Woke up a little clouded this morning and not even sure why. Pushing through it though.
A little later today I'm going to share a video with all of you on the clothing line that I am starting with my friend Josh.
In the mean time listen to mewithoutyou or Sunset Rubdown and drink some coffee.
Goodbye for now.
It's 9 o'clock on a Friday night in October, less than a week until Halloween.
I'm drawing pictures and writing out my head thoughts in a notebook covered in magazine cutouts of Mount Hood.
I'm blaring Aerosmith because why not, eh?
And then it hit me...
Steven Tyler really is my inner monster and I think I'm finally okay with that.
This Song: Click and Listen.
Destroyer is playing at Mississippi Studios on November 3rd. You should go or something.
This is my "office".
Where all things creative and productive take place at the home front.
I have officially finished round 1 of edits for the poetry book and waiting for the second round.
I've finished all my work and now it is cuddle time with Smoggie Catt.
That's my favorite part of every day,
She's been sitting in my lap for the entirety of this blog post actually.
Alright. Bye Interwebs.
I found my wallet; it never left the pocket of my work pants.
Which yes, that means I walked aimlessly through the Northwest Portland for an hour last night. Never mind that. It was a pleasant walk even if it was half a blur.
Re-obsessing over Radiohead. This happens about every 9 months.
My brain doesn't fully awaken until 6pm. Also, a pretty picture of a fox that I saw on Tumblr.
Last night I went to my friend Ellen's house. There were many new faces of very nice people. I sat around a fire a lot.
I really wanted a bonfire for my birthday, but had discontinued the thought because it didn't seem very realistic. Well It wasn't a bonfire but I was more than satisfied with being able to sit by a fire and conversate with good folk while drinking the beer.
Anyway...We carved pumpkins, even roasted seeds alongside the fire. It was great!
About Martha... She had this idea that she needed a helmet. You know "just incase a pack of wild unicorns charge through the house". I've never heard of such but Martha, she has her paranoias.
I didn't want her to feel worried when she sits inside the house alone. So we made her a helmet. I must say it fits her very well. It even fit me, but I couldn't see out of it.
I would most definitely be impelled by the wild pack of unicorns IF they somehow saw their way through my house.
I don't think they could get past Smoggie Catt, but Martha doesn't understand Smoggie Catt's magic yet.
I don't want to read their stories; I want to write my own.
