Tonight its going to see MURS. I have been excited since I heard about it. club congress in Tucson, im proud of you.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
all sold out
Coachella was my first music festival, and it was magical. As soon as the car ride home did we all talk about next year and how great it would be. I knew that nothing could be as wonderful as the first time but all year I have looked forward to being back there.
Coachella tickets finally went on sale last week and they sold out a few days later. Option 1 is pay a ridiculous amount for a ticket. They removed the work trade program too, no longer can you work for a free ticket. Option 2 is sneak in which im sure a few people will do. I want it to just fall into my lap.
Is the rest of the world who knows the beauty of Coachella not going to be able to experience it!?
Monday, January 24, 2011
let it hang
Every house I have seen in Australia comes with a clothes line in the backyard. Some even have highly constructed ones that spin around and have many branches. Now its not regular to hang clothes on a clothes hanger, everyone wants to use a dryer. There are many ways to look at this and many thoughts are stirring.
When you dry your clothes in the open air it gives a sense of nature in your clothes. Natural winds and smells instead of energy powered wind that doesn’t have a story of where it came from. And there’s the obvious point of saving electricity and energy and space. It’s a win win here.
Obviously hanging clothes on a clothesline and then taking them off hours later does take time and energy, THAT’S GOOD. Since when is exuding energy outside and taking time in the silence and stirring of nature a bad thing.
Since I have come back from Australia I have been hanging my clothes to dry on the clothesline outside. I love doing it and I enjoy being in the sun by myself for a few minutes, I love getting outside and stretching and feeling the warmth.
Just something I was thinking while hanging up my clothes.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
say to yourself: now I see
the maze that confused me
when i stood so close.
Take comfort in its endless,
shrinking safety.
And in each step see less of
each stone, feel none of the
sun's head captured in the
clay, and never again touch
the names carved into the
bricks b those who stood with
you in confusion, so close.
Prints In The Valley by Robert Carter
