update

columbus, oh for joanna newsom concert or bust.



three new songs after pining for months. incredible.

i'm thinking, story-boarding, experimenting, listening, toying.
i'm cleaning up the computer and am in possession of photoshop.

my lady is gittin' it with her feminist youth outreach event planning and job searching. her motivation makes me want to get off my complacent ass, basically.

i'm feeling rejuvenated by the sun and ready to put my energy to work.

school starts in april.

let the games begin.

things to do:
- rifle through book and film lists (check!)
- test run recipes with veggie delivery stuffs (check!)
- find a location for gender symbols photoseries
- build a website
- save files, clean computer, download photoshop
- edit sad, neglected photos
- storyboard for graphic novel
- send fanmail to alison bechdel/pick her brain
- get jonsi tickets
- get florence and the machine tickets (check!)
- read consent zine
- obtain and play with the materials for stop-motion project
- "get together [with alex] and dress like hip asian dudes, take pics and then talk about it" = ideal afternoon
- call phil
- see megan doherty
- go back to wayward and geek out over firefly, which is EPIC
- come up with a name for meg's event / commit to a topic / find a location
- plan trip to san francisco
- zip car
- sell too-small ferragamo shoes (*sob*) and burberry coat
- put rolled change monies in savings ($750+)
- sign up for sewing class
- yoga?
- HEALTH INSURANCE IN APRIL THANKSWEETBABYJ
- make tattoo appointment
- plan transfer to a 4-year
- goodbye seattle?

ruby throat

"Swan and Minotaur "Ruby Throat from Marie XXme on Vimeo.

i saw ruby throat open for rasputina, and i couldn't decide how i felt about the (sexually) tense performance. i admit i resigned the lead-singer to a heroine tragedy with a hauntingly beautiful voice and an emaciated frame too frail to contain something erotically primal and tortured inside her... she was simultaneously mesmerizing and vacant. it was painful and almost indulgent watching her move like a woman possessed; i felt like a voyeur when her tattered slip of a dress came untied and she struggled mid-song to retie it with uncooperative fingers. i held my breath and imagined an on-stage catastrophe when she climbed atop a chair, letting her eyes roll back into her head.



now, i'm convinced katie-jane garside is the most beautifully tragic creature i've ever laid eyes on. and a genius.

with my arms around your neck

fuck, i need time to actually do something with this blog. it's low-priority on the list of things i don't have time for, but still. there aren't enough hours in the day and i'm losing my mind.

dreams from the woods

yes please, little dragon.

when i grow up

and for kicks:

ca' the yowes to the knowes

JV-centric

John Vanderslice "Too Much Time" from AV on Vimeo.

in other news, i have intensely coveted JV's leica for a long time. and his many skills. actually, his whole life.








(for baby, who cellos.)

i plucked all these photos from here. but don't judge me; they were in cyber public domain to begin with.

please note that john vanderslice will play sunday at sasquatch. also, he's playing a free record release show at easy street records on may 22nd.