pennsylvania pastoral

Posted: April 30th, 2012 | No Comments »


found in the pistachio ice cream this morning

Posted: April 30th, 2012 | No Comments »


latest mottos

Posted: April 28th, 2012 | No Comments »

IT ALL WORKS OUT IN THE END.

also: it is what it is.

with that, i bid you a calm soul good night.


style inspiration 4001

Posted: April 24th, 2012 | No Comments »

courtesy of maryam nassir zadeh.


style inspiration 4000

Posted: April 24th, 2012 | No Comments »

courtesy of maryam nassir zadeh.


reminder

Posted: April 21st, 2012 | No Comments »

except from a letter from john steinbeck to his son thom about love (courtesy of the atlantic):

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens – The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.


little wings double shot

Posted: April 20th, 2012 | No Comments »

Shredder Sequel by Little Wings on Grooveshark

I Saw Reflections by Little Wings on Grooveshark


hitting the spot

Posted: April 20th, 2012 | No Comments »

not even some crazy peter bjorn & john fan, but sounds great right now, while doing the feist production sheet, at 8:40 pm on a thursday. like that terrible/awesome proclaimers song.

Objects Of My Affection by Peter Bjorn and John on Grooveshark


some things i’m thinking about

Posted: April 19th, 2012 | No Comments »

1. first, this song. by bo diddley. this is what bo diddley sounds like? (also when trying to type his name i put in both “bod diddley” and “bo bibbley”)

Bo Diddley — I Don’t Like You

2. will i ever be normal and chill.

A: UNFORTUNATELY NOT PROBABLY

3. air travel has reverted to olden day air travel. like, somewhere between the wright brothers and before pan am double decker/hot stewardesses. when it was like, not that good yet? or when it was not well funded? i had to run for a flight this past weekend, and there was no agent around to direct me or be like, “try it!” or “not worth it” or “it’s leaving” or “let me see where that flight’s at” and then when i got to the next flight’s gate, no one was there, either, although the plane still was. for another ten minutes. and then finally the agent came up from the fairway or whatever it’s called and was like, “yah i figured you were landing…” and i was like, well, i guess…i’m glad you were thinking about me.

PSYCH NOT GLAD MAD!

not like this

 


a night alone in midland

Posted: April 19th, 2012 | No Comments »

midland