It was a simpler time...

Dean and Frank singing Marshmallow World. Classic.

by the seaside

Nicole, Troy, and I headed out to Discovery Park yesterday afternoon and played around with our respective cameras down by the water. It was the first fully sunny day in awhile (hence all of us squinting in the pictures below), but it was still crazy cold. Lattes from Caffe Fiore were required afterwards.









(Troy going old-school and shooting film.)


(Nicole and her pigtails.)


(We needed a roommate photo.)

Trouble the beagle

Troy and I were watching the Oklahoma City Classic dog show this morning. Dog shows are brilliant tv-watching fun. My favorite dog by far was a little beagle named Trouble. He was adorable. And completely disobedient. His handler couldn't get him to walk in a straight line for anything. Needless to say, he didn't win. But he was friggin' awesome.

let the countdown begin

In one week I get to go home for Christmas. As much as I truly love it up here, I've definitely been feeling the pangs of homesickness. Not for California - I can't think of a single thing I miss about the place itself, except for frozen yogurt perhaps - but for everybody there.

My plans for the ten days at home:

- making Christmas cookies while watching old Christmas movies with my mom and sister
- wearing pajamas a lot
- seeing all y'all
- lots of cuddling with gunner and scout
- shopping for presents
- tapas fiesta at casa de Bucks
- playing around with my new camera

Yup, I think that's it. Can't wait.

waltzing with the open sea

Joanna Newsom singing Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie. There are so many lines in this song that just kill me.

why cars are evil

a) they kill the environment (the obvious answer)
b) they're just a big bundle of mechanics waiting to break
c) I know nothing about how they work so I'm constantly looking like the dumb girl and never knowing if I'm being screwed over
d) they create this environment in which we're all in our own little worlds, not really having to interact with each other - versus on the subway or a bus, you can't avoid human interaction, however seemingly small or insignificant it is

(I just got off the phone with a mechanic; can you tell?)

my love runs deep (subtitled: the most expensive concert ticket ever)

It took Henry the Sentra, a tow truck, and a rental Ford to get me there, but I finally made it to the Mount Baker Theatre in Bellingham tonight to catch Iron & Wine, round two. Obviously, I didn't know when I set out on my little impromptu drive that my car would break down on the side of the I-5 just 9 miles shy of my desired exit, but the main point is that for any other concert I would probably be bitter at this point. But I'm not. Concert #2 was wonderful. And now I'm very sleepy.

I've also decided that Sam Beam looks like a sexy version of the cowardly lion, all clad in a Banana Republic sweater and well-fitting jeans. Just an observation. Do with it what you will.

"There ain't a penthouse Christian wants the pain of the scab, but they all want the scar."

- from Innocent Bones by Iron & Wine

I hadn't really listened to this song much, but when he sang it last night I was struck by it. I'm still sort of digesting all the lyrics. As a Christian, it's definitely an uneasy listen. Personally, I don't think the song is exclusively about Christianity, but I could be wrong. Regardless, it does beg self-reflection.

Oh Sam, how I love thee

I get to see iron & wine in concert tomorrow night. I'm beyond giddy. =)

sweet hymns of joy

It snowed today. Lots.






Our little home is pretty all in white.