Self Esteem

SO, to level with y'all, there are two things that significantly increase my self esteem.

The first is simply this website, which always makes me feel like my life decisions are, well, middle of the road at the very least. And generally after seeing life from this context I think to myself, "Shit son, life could be much, much more fragile." Ha!

The second is more meaningful.

MORE MEANINGFUL.

 In fact. This is just... well shit man, there's little I can say other than by EPIC MEAL TIME they are NOT fucking around.


I would also encourage you to look up "Breakfast of Booze."

What's a word for "I'm sorry but I can't promise repentence?"

Yello again. I'd like to say I was super sorry for my absence or that I have corrected my wandering ways. But the truth: I can offer no apology because I can guarantee no improvement in behavior. However, I have 'missed the hell out of of you, my darlings,' and wish to return. 


How many times can a person really fall in love? When is a time you threw logic out the window and embraced risk? How do you know what age you are? When is enough, enough. I am the little kid that's always asking questions simply because she learned a rule of grammar and it got stuck somewhere in her underdeveloped brain. Right? That's how we see kids. That's how I see myself, at times. Then again, if we are not learning, we are not growing. 


If you do not question yourself and take life with a grain of salt, there is probably imbalance somewhere. Life should be a little skeptical, and a little soft, and a little private, and a lot of fun. I think more people should play games. All the time, actually.


I may move back to MN. I could raise chickens and paint a house and put speakers on a huge deck and build fires and explore glacier endings and probably become a raging, bouncing alcoholic. Ha. Most likely not, but it could be some kind of fun. Yeah, no?



p.s. If you haven't watched the documentary HELVETICA, do it.

Malibu Stacy: America's Favorite Eight-and-Half-Incher

Well, it's much past Christmas, but with naked Santa still on the table it is time for naughty gingerbread men frosting. More to come soon. Stay posted.

rock n roll ain't poetry

Bruce sings about streets
E Street
57th Street
82nd Street
Racing in the street
Out on the street
Streets of Philadelphia
Streets of fire
and Backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

You wanna be Patti and you think you know the streets
But Patti ain't got nothing on Bruce
Bruce knows streets
Forgiveness is not found on the streets
And there is no maybe in the streets

I am not creative, I do not write poetry
I just copy
So I am destroying everything that doesn't make me more like Bruce Springteen

You can be Patti Smith.
Just let me be.
The night does not belong to us.

Let's talk about dub step

Dub step: all i see of it, my mind is blown. All I read of it: it's fake music and for sure overrated. Yep, for surrr. That's a Minnesota saying. Like adding "at" to the end of questions ("where's it at?"). Anyhoo, dub step is, in my experience, the best way to play with music. And lately my life is all about playing. Not competitively, for the fun of it. The selfish game? Maybe. Dub step is fun as hell. You can just imagine music in front of you, imagine losing your mind in a crowd, imagine dancing so hard you sweat off all of your zombie makeup and somehow come out cleaner than you went in (I mean, even after getting dirtier). Few things make me shake my shoulders and remember life is so much wilder than my little midwest routine remembers. I love that. I love remembering that life is for sure HUGE. And not as many things remind us of that as there should be.

A quick little intro list:

• The glitch mob
• Pretty lights
• Bassnectar
• Future rock
• Sovereign Sect
• Deadmau5 (kinda)
• Skrillex

Coffee is the best mother fucking shit ever

I am a coffee master. It means I have been specially trained to taste and talk about Starbucks coffee... and I get to wear a black apron (a black apron that says "coffee-muther-fuckin-master"). My favorite Starbucks coffee is easily the Aged Sumatra (which is only rarely available, and is closer to Sumatra or Komodo Dragon--always available), but I also adore the Kenya and Anniversary Blend. Christmas Blend is the best-selling coffee, which is understandable, because it is aged Sumatra blended post-roasted with Latin American beans. It is spicy, bold, and a little herbal. It is delicious. But the Kenya can change your perception of flavor notes. Pairing it with something citrusy, like orange juice or a grapefruit, will change your entire idea of "coffee." Coffees have notes, and if you pair those notes with that taste (cinnamon with something cinnamon-y), your tongue will recognize that taste and search for the other layers. It will taste extremely different. This is the same idea as wine, although I know very little about tannins and wine. Coffee, however, I am learning to detect and talk about. And I adore it. It is one of my favorite parts of my job.

Absolutely Watch This

 

And then watch this: