28 February 2009

yea, that's where i want to be...

living in a tree.




23 February 2009

new webcam.

i got a webcam.
i got a webcam.
i got a webcam.
hey hey hey hey.

thank you, sean dey.

i'm so pumped!
now i can see my long-distance friends when i talk to them.

22 February 2009

tu es gentil.

i really liked spending time with you today.

you make me laugh.
and i like that a lot.

you make me nervous.
and i like that too.

you are a wonderful person.
i am incredibly thankful for your presence in my life.

i hope you know that.

18 February 2009

last weekend, for valentine's day, we had a party. with a photobooth.

these are all of my roommates, but one.

here's some of our friends.

this is my lovely roommate, lindsey rebecca sarvis. today is her birthday. she's the big 20.

she's only happy in the sun.

did you find what you were after?
the pain and the laughter
brought you to your knees.

but if the sun sets you free
sets you free,
you'll be free indeed.
free indeed.

[ben harper].

16 February 2009

empty. [ray lamontagne].

why it's taken me this long to fall in love with this song, i don't know.

the fact that it grabs hold of my heart so tightly amazes me.
She lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.
I never learned to count my blessings,
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
I walk on down the hill,
through the grass, grown tall and brown
and still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain.
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings 
I have grown weary.
If through my cracked and dusty dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us the quiet love we made.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.



nyt: day laborers have become easy prey in New Orleans.

"The men helping to rebuild a city are among its most vulnerable."

A New York Times article shares the story of many, who have come to help and are being taken advantage of.

Men from Honduras, Mexico and Guatemala have come to help rebuild a city that was wiped away by Hurricane Katrina more than three years ago. If they're lucky, they'll work for long hours under the hot sun for some cash at the end of the day. This money will, of course, be sent home to support their families.

According to the article, these laborers walk the streets, their "pockets stuffed with bills," vulnerable.

They are known as "walking A.T.M.s."

"At least once a week, the police receive reports of a mugging or a holdup."

News reports have said that at least six Hispanic workers have been killed. their bodies sent home to their loved ones.

The article states that the police either ignore the calls for help, punish them for their "illegal" status or arrive too late to be of any help.

These men, who have come with hands to help bring life back to a devastated area, have become the prey of the longtime black residents.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/16/us/16hispanic.html?_r=1&scp=2&sq=day%20laborers&st=cse

15 February 2009

Lord, help.

Lord, help me to get where i must go.
show me the way.
take me there.

i am lost without you.

14 February 2009

today was a good one.

started the day off at breakfast brigade.
practiced knitting with jake.
met a nice man named ronnie with an adorable son, josiah daron jones.
went to work and watched a 7-day-old baby for a couple of hours.
finished with kung fu panda night: china star, chinese character tattoos, dreamworks' kung fu panda and a lot of good friends all in one place.

it was a good day.

12 February 2009

teamworkbags.com

hello, friends.

so, i got a messenger bag from these guys in michigan a little while ago, but there Web site was down at the time.

now that it's up and running again, i wanted to share them with you all.

you should check it out. what they're doing is pretty sweet and the bags are awesome.

11 February 2009

aladdin's.

my roommates and i took a trip to tallahassee a couple of weeks ago to visit some friends.

here's a photo of lang and i at a local hookah place that we love.

09 February 2009

the words were spoken.

her eyes shifted.
cold, heavy words
made up of tense letters.
she was somewhere else now.
where, he didn't know,
but he had lost her.
she had lost herself
in those painful words.

07 February 2009

rock me mama like a wagon wheel.

the tetons.
pedro, my mexican horse.
fridays with bucket, lars and mags.
the slingshot.
the 4th of July.
steam powered airplane.
dead field mice.
the wildflowers.
hiking amphitheater and surprise lakes.
ridiculous themed crew parties.
jam sessions.
wagon wheel.
the fair.
yonder mountain string band.
laying in the grass and smoking cloves with mags.
you've lost that lovin' feeling.
timmy singing by our window.
wrangling the horses in.
the sunrises.
the sunsets.
the dollar jar. [haha, just kidding.]
did i mention riding horses...

i miss wyoming.
i miss my moosehead family.

soundtrack for last summer:
norman greenbaum. spirit in the sky.
tom petty & the heartbreakers. american girl.
steve earle. galway girl.
steam powered airplane. doreen.
shooter jennings & george jones. 4th of july.
ryan adams. come pick me up.
rusted root. send me on my way.
righteous brothers. you've lost that lovin' feeling.
old crow medicine show. wagon wheel.
dispatch. the general.
rod stewart. maggie may.
boston. more than a feeling.
the band. atlantic city.
the band. the weight.
phil collins w/ NYSNC. trashin' the camp. : )

06 February 2009

dawn is here.

am i really the light?
you say that you are the light of the world and that i am the light of the world,
but am i really a reflection of you, Lord?

i don't feel like i am.

i don't feel like i'm anywhere close to reflecting your perfect love.

i sit here, feeling alone. 
so focused on myself. always.

i am not reflecting your selfless love.

you say that we are your hands and feet, but we have failed miserably.
i have failed miserably.
you are poorly and terribly misrepresented, Jesus.
and i am deeply sorry for that.

forgive us sinners.


[after night
comes the light
dawn is here

dawn is here

it's a new day

everything will change

we will never be the same
we will never be the same
we will never be the same
we will never be the same.]

:the glory of it all. david crowder.

04 February 2009

memere.

je trouve les photos en la maison de mes parents.
c'est ma grand-mère. 
elle est très belle.
elle est ma meilleure amie.

03 February 2009

prospekt's march edition.

go somewhere quiet by yourself and listen to colplay's new ep.
i'd recommend laying outside in the grass. staring at the sky while listening to music is always a good choice.

i promise, you won't be disappointed.

here's my favorite song at the moment:

02 February 2009

joshua radin & patty griffin.

joshua radin sings a lovely song on his new cd, simple times, with the wonderful patty griffin.
the song is "you got growin up to do." 

i can't find any live performances of it, but here's his myspace link:
http://www.myspace.com/joshuaradin

01 February 2009

her morning elegance. [oren lavie].

a friend showed this to me tonight.
i don't think i've seen anything as magical as this in a while.

enjoy.