Not sure how I ran across this site. But I feel like it needs to be shared.
BRAZILIAN HOTTIES
(scroll down it gets better)
john mayer is a rock star
Went to his show last night, at the Shoreline. Which looks almost identical to the White River Amphitheater back home. Weird. It was one of the best nights we've had this summer. Which doesn't say much because it's been completely shitty this summer. I guess thats how the summers always are in San Francisco. Windy. Gray. Foggy. I don't remember last year being like this at all actually. I remember tank tops, and shorts, and flip flops, and endless days at the park, and on the roof, and in back porch bars. But this summer has been ok too. In it's own way. More calm. More stationary. More creative.
Going back to mr. mayer. He really puts on a great show. He's hilarious. He has a very very sexy voice. And is a fantastic musician.
And here is nothing to do with the show, but I found it ridiculous.
Shop 4 Guys -
Going back to mr. mayer. He really puts on a great show. He's hilarious. He has a very very sexy voice. And is a fantastic musician.
And here is nothing to do with the show, but I found it ridiculous.
Shop 4 Guys -
craig - ur list
I'm pretty sure Craig, when creating craigslist, didn't imagine his internet space to be used as a public forum, dating stories, and for scroungers of all things free.
neighbor
pretty sure this one takes the cake
neighbor
pretty sure this one takes the cake
"create a life you will love living"
An excerpt from Huffington Post, written by Roger Fransecky.
Read the entirety here.
"Here's several questions to begin your own happiness audit: "Am I living a life I love, and one that allows me to be happy?" Listen to the wisdom of your heart, and tell yourself the truth. Ask yourself:
• What brings vitality to my life? When do I feel most alive?
• What is my proudest achievement?
• What is my greatest gift? My legacy?
• For what are you most grateful?
These questions invite you to ponder the symphony of your experience, the missed notes, the flourishes and the coda. I don't deny that life can be rough, that you can (and will) experience mistakes, excesses, lies and lessons, and on occasional loss, grief and sadness. Even Charles Schultz, the creator of "Peanuts," the cartoon strip that brought us minor wisdom and wide smiles for decades, suffered his entire life with serious depression, a melancholy temperament and insecurities.
Happiness can become your default state and not some elaborate life lie by acknowledging your gifts, your lessons, the people in your "cast" who love and teach, tolerate and celebrate you. You can choose between the ambiguity and clarity."
Read the entirety here.
"Here's several questions to begin your own happiness audit: "Am I living a life I love, and one that allows me to be happy?" Listen to the wisdom of your heart, and tell yourself the truth. Ask yourself:
• What brings vitality to my life? When do I feel most alive?
• What is my proudest achievement?
• What is my greatest gift? My legacy?
• For what are you most grateful?
These questions invite you to ponder the symphony of your experience, the missed notes, the flourishes and the coda. I don't deny that life can be rough, that you can (and will) experience mistakes, excesses, lies and lessons, and on occasional loss, grief and sadness. Even Charles Schultz, the creator of "Peanuts," the cartoon strip that brought us minor wisdom and wide smiles for decades, suffered his entire life with serious depression, a melancholy temperament and insecurities.
Happiness can become your default state and not some elaborate life lie by acknowledging your gifts, your lessons, the people in your "cast" who love and teach, tolerate and celebrate you. You can choose between the ambiguity and clarity."
holy balls
112 year old man - art WOW.
Call Me's had a beer bust tonight. We raised $850. Not sure how that's possible, but its awesome. Maybe now we can buy those mint green jumpsuits we've always wanted. Or not.
Have I mentioned I love football.
Call Me's had a beer bust tonight. We raised $850. Not sure how that's possible, but its awesome. Maybe now we can buy those mint green jumpsuits we've always wanted. Or not.
Have I mentioned I love football.
poop
A bird pooped on me this morning. As I was riding my bike down Market, I got shit on. I guess once in 24 years isn't bad.
In other news if you checked out my recent playlist's one would think I just crawled out of a hole and missed the whole "music i was supposed to be into in high school thing". The most played, Pink. Yeah. Im pretty sure it has nothing to do with her music, and everything to do with her toned body.
In other news if you checked out my recent playlist's one would think I just crawled out of a hole and missed the whole "music i was supposed to be into in high school thing". The most played, Pink. Yeah. Im pretty sure it has nothing to do with her music, and everything to do with her toned body.
yelp it
Im pretty sure you can YELP anything. Heres a convo I just came across randomly. Dead Rock Star.
man on the corner
Walking to work from the gym this morning I was at the corner waiting to cross the street. This man behind me goes, "Hey, Ellen would be jealous of that outfit. Really. Nice." The little walking man illuminated and I stepped down from the curb. Not sure if it was my Target blazer or Payless shoes but it made me laugh. Hmm, funny stuff.
coffee
I kinda did a big girl thing the other day. I walked into a little corner store. Picked out a coffee roast I liked. Ground the beans. And walked out with a nice, delicously smelling bag of grounds (yes i will use delicous to describe a scent). I had never done that before. Not in a Safeway. Not in a Starbucks. I think it's because I've never actually owned my own coffee maker. Or french press. I still don't and that's something I'm working on. Not sure why it's taken me this long. I mean there's nothing like waking up in the morning, lying in bed, and sipping a cup of coffee. This is kind of one of those things that when I was a kid and my mom, as she was making my lunch, would ask me to microwave her cup of coffee for 30sec. I never understood the big deal with coffee, and I still don't. It's like beer. The fact that because (well in the US at least) we are 21 you all of a sudden belong to this whole other group of people. Even though its such a small ridiculous thing, there is immediatly that unsaid knowing that you both now can drink. So what do we do? We hoard the bars at night, dropping money on liquids. We just sit, and drink. I mean, think how ridiculous that is. People are going to do things that are social. Like a game, or a meal, and drinking is just another one of those things. But wow. I kinda feel coffee is like that, like its a right of passage thing. Like the moment you decide you like red wine more than white. It's this thing coffee becomes. For me it's more of the feeling drinking a cup gives me. I think it's like that for a lot of people. Not that coffee even effects them anymore, but that they mentally can't move if they don't have their morning cup.
note: Im watching the all star game right now. The last one to be played in Yankee Stadium. Its top of the 13th.
Not sure why I decided to mention my coffee adventure. Im excited to drink it. Kona blend (which kinda has a special place in my heart because that's where my friend KtO is from, hi Katy. i miss her). The lady at the store said it was her fav.
Here's an article about David Sedaris. He's awesome. more mature?
note: Im watching the all star game right now. The last one to be played in Yankee Stadium. Its top of the 13th.
Not sure why I decided to mention my coffee adventure. Im excited to drink it. Kona blend (which kinda has a special place in my heart because that's where my friend KtO is from, hi Katy. i miss her). The lady at the store said it was her fav.
Here's an article about David Sedaris. He's awesome. more mature?
roller derby... whahat?!
A few of my friends and I attended this. Before we got there we really had no idea about the rules, and even the point of the sport. When we left we still didn't know much more except it definitely has a following, and is definitely hardcore.
Please see link. Video and Photos to come.
San Francisco ShEvil Dead vs Oakland Outlaws
Please see link. Video and Photos to come.
San Francisco ShEvil Dead vs Oakland Outlaws
my #*@&^ hurts
I think I picked a pretty good weekend to start my career as a cyclist. And by career I am of course talking about the month of biking that will follow before I soon loose enthusiasm and go back to eating donuts on my Saturday mornings. This particular weekend the weather was perfect, not too hot not too windy. We left early as to miss the majority of the tourists. Which was successful until we got back to the Golden Gate in mid afternoon. In what country is it ok to stop in the middle of the sidewalk?!
The first leg of the ride was through Sausalito. My Jesus I have found where I want to have a family! Assuming I somehow make a million dollars. I can't believe I had never been there before. It is a gorgeous little town. Not too big, not too small, close to the city, and right on the water. It reminded me so much of where I grew up. Pretty much perfect really. I am sure part of the romanticism of the place was that I was on my first ever long bike ride. Equipped in padded shorts and a cycling T. Besides the front and back vagaygay, who knew the outfit could be so sexy. Really. I felt hot.
I love the hills. One because there is such a sense of accomplishment when you reach the top. And two, because going down is way way too much fun. Its like a roller coaster ride. Only better because you have nothing holding you in. I wish I allowed myself to go even faster. After a pretty big climb we ended up in Fairfax. What a good little surprise of a town. We stopped at this coffee shop that had delicious veggie sandwiches. Plus, a live band was playing.
For the most part the ride was pretty steady. I had a few hiccups in the beginning with my tubes. Then one near our mid point. My waterbottle decided it didn't want to be on my bike any longer. I think they were in a fight. I am still getting used to the exact gear changes, but I hope that from a few more rides Ill have it down. My knees are killing me. I definitely overworked them. Emily fell twice. Lo got a bloody nose. All in all, a Saturday well spent!
PS- Cheers go out to the people who did the Avon breast cancer walk this weekend. Go pink. Cheers also to the cyclists who rode the Lance Armstrong Ride on Sunday. (It was a weekend of healthiness). Yeah Mom!
The first leg of the ride was through Sausalito. My Jesus I have found where I want to have a family! Assuming I somehow make a million dollars. I can't believe I had never been there before. It is a gorgeous little town. Not too big, not too small, close to the city, and right on the water. It reminded me so much of where I grew up. Pretty much perfect really. I am sure part of the romanticism of the place was that I was on my first ever long bike ride. Equipped in padded shorts and a cycling T. Besides the front and back vagaygay, who knew the outfit could be so sexy. Really. I felt hot. I love the hills. One because there is such a sense of accomplishment when you reach the top. And two, because going down is way way too much fun. Its like a roller coaster ride. Only better because you have nothing holding you in. I wish I allowed myself to go even faster. After a pretty big climb we ended up in Fairfax. What a good little surprise of a town. We stopped at this coffee shop that had delicious veggie sandwiches. Plus, a live band was playing.
For the most part the ride was pretty steady. I had a few hiccups in the beginning with my tubes. Then one near our mid point. My waterbottle decided it didn't want to be on my bike any longer. I think they were in a fight. I am still getting used to the exact gear changes, but I hope that from a few more rides Ill have it down. My knees are killing me. I definitely overworked them. Emily fell twice. Lo got a bloody nose. All in all, a Saturday well spent!
PS- Cheers go out to the people who did the Avon breast cancer walk this weekend. Go pink. Cheers also to the cyclists who rode the Lance Armstrong Ride on Sunday. (It was a weekend of healthiness). Yeah Mom!
babies
Sometimes I just get a little maternal. Who can help gushing over tiny little onsies, and teeny Adidas sneakers? They pretty much get my motor kicking. Kids are bad ass. Kids are also a pain in the ass. For every child that reminds me I want to be a mom sometime in the future, there is another kid that makes me want to blow my brains out.
I kind of am nervous to get to the point when I realize I am in a place in my life to start a family. It must be an 'aha' moment. Like, wow, this is the point of living. Or not. I could be completely wrong. Ive heard your never really ready for it, until it comes. And by it I mean kids. That must sort of be what its like when you are ready to be with that one person for the rest of your life. That you just sort of know. That, this is the person you cannot live without. I mean, the idea of meeting that person that you want to, choose to bring another human being into this life with. That is some heavy stuff. Its years and years of evolution. It's strategic. Its flowers, and dinners, and cards, and stability, and compatibility. And I say all this with nothing to stand on, no experience. Pretending like I actually know what I'm talking about. (sidenote - im not implying you have to or should be with one person forever. And quite honestly i think thats pretty unrealistic)
My boss is around 38 (?) I think. His wife just had a baby girl a few months ago. She is just about the cutest thing I have ever seen. No exaggeration. It has been a fun experience for me to see and listen to his emotions through the whole experience. Hearing about the classes, and new little experience that come from being pregnant. There is A TON of stuff I had no idea about, and thank god Im finding out now and not later. It's been really insightful to hear him become a dad. There are actually two new dads in the office. Matt from the other company in our office just had a boy. It is such a crazy thing to try and wrap your head around. That you brought a human into the world. You just created a human being. Its just weird. Obviously beautiful though.
I am so thankful I grew up with 3 other siblings. I couldn't imagine a world without them, and I couldn't imagine only having one kid. My mom explains having my littlest brother like she knew they needed to do it now or never (there was a few years gap between him and my brother). The decision was made really though because they just felt our family wasn't completed yet. And it wasn't. My mom was married for a year before she married my dad. She was young. I think I'm young now, she was something like 22. Wow. Talking with a friend a few years back kids came up, and she mentioned my moms miscarriage. This was a shock to me, I never knew my mom had a miscarriage. She never told me. Which is entirely fine. And Ive never actually brought it up with her before. I guess because it's just not a big deal. My mom had a miscarriage with her first husband. It's weird to think that I may not have been her first child. That I may not even exist really.
God is funny. The world is funny. Life really is funny.
I kind of am nervous to get to the point when I realize I am in a place in my life to start a family. It must be an 'aha' moment. Like, wow, this is the point of living. Or not. I could be completely wrong. Ive heard your never really ready for it, until it comes. And by it I mean kids. That must sort of be what its like when you are ready to be with that one person for the rest of your life. That you just sort of know. That, this is the person you cannot live without. I mean, the idea of meeting that person that you want to, choose to bring another human being into this life with. That is some heavy stuff. Its years and years of evolution. It's strategic. Its flowers, and dinners, and cards, and stability, and compatibility. And I say all this with nothing to stand on, no experience. Pretending like I actually know what I'm talking about. (sidenote - im not implying you have to or should be with one person forever. And quite honestly i think thats pretty unrealistic)
My boss is around 38 (?) I think. His wife just had a baby girl a few months ago. She is just about the cutest thing I have ever seen. No exaggeration. It has been a fun experience for me to see and listen to his emotions through the whole experience. Hearing about the classes, and new little experience that come from being pregnant. There is A TON of stuff I had no idea about, and thank god Im finding out now and not later. It's been really insightful to hear him become a dad. There are actually two new dads in the office. Matt from the other company in our office just had a boy. It is such a crazy thing to try and wrap your head around. That you brought a human into the world. You just created a human being. Its just weird. Obviously beautiful though.
I am so thankful I grew up with 3 other siblings. I couldn't imagine a world without them, and I couldn't imagine only having one kid. My mom explains having my littlest brother like she knew they needed to do it now or never (there was a few years gap between him and my brother). The decision was made really though because they just felt our family wasn't completed yet. And it wasn't. My mom was married for a year before she married my dad. She was young. I think I'm young now, she was something like 22. Wow. Talking with a friend a few years back kids came up, and she mentioned my moms miscarriage. This was a shock to me, I never knew my mom had a miscarriage. She never told me. Which is entirely fine. And Ive never actually brought it up with her before. I guess because it's just not a big deal. My mom had a miscarriage with her first husband. It's weird to think that I may not have been her first child. That I may not even exist really.
God is funny. The world is funny. Life really is funny.
its hot!
And I am loving it! This also happens to be the week that I have decided to ride my bike to work. I shower, hop on my bike, and am sweating again by the time i get to work. Kinda gross.
I am working on a music video with a friend. She plays the guitar, messes around with the keyboard, and sometimes uses an egg shaker (yeah for the egg shaker). We met last night to run down some ideas and songs. It feels soooo good to collaborate with someone; on anything! It feels so good to use the resources I have around me, friends in other creative fields, and see what can some out of it. Below are a few videos that I feel represent a bit of my style.
I am working on a music video with a friend. She plays the guitar, messes around with the keyboard, and sometimes uses an egg shaker (yeah for the egg shaker). We met last night to run down some ideas and songs. It feels soooo good to collaborate with someone; on anything! It feels so good to use the resources I have around me, friends in other creative fields, and see what can some out of it. Below are a few videos that I feel represent a bit of my style.
its tuesday
I walked in the office the other day and almost walked right into our new toy. Its true, we have officially become a creative, we got a ping pong table. Isn't that what defines a 'creative'. Bright colors, wacky knick knacks, crazy art on the walls. Joking ps. But really, im kind of excited about it. Ping pong is one of those games I was never really good at. I think it has something to do with the concentration of the little ball, and that fact that its not really physical. Some will disagree with me on this. Saying that they sweat more in an intense game of ping pong than in other activities. Fair enough. But if I don't get to get dirty, and roughed up, and pushed around a bit its hard for me to stay interested in it long enough to get any good. Granted, I probably could never get good at ping pong. Once again, the whole little concentration thing. Although I never do get bored with darts. Or pool. Even when Im doing bad. Hmm.
silly things for silly girls
Assuming my parents are telling the truth and actually got married before they went at it, I was supposed to come into this world sometime at the end of January. Still in the womb and I was already expressing my character and how it was going to be the rest of my life. I didn't pop out until I was good and ready. On my own schedule. Two weeks late. I love my birthday (who doesn't), and the fact that I share a sign with Jennifer Aniston kinda helps.
Like I said, my birth was a pretty good indicator of how I would live the rest of my life. Doing things my way, when I want to, and how I want to. Recently my family as driving up from LA. Everyone wanted to stop at McDonalds. I didn't. There was a sushi place right across the road. While everyone was enjoying their McNuggets and fries, I munched on my Unagi and fried tempura. So much healthier than Mickyd's right? Yeah, probably not. That is completely besides the point though. The point was, I walked over there myself. No one had to make any special trip. I just chose to eat on my own at a separate place. I wasn't mad or didn't want to be alone. I just didn't want McDonalds.
My mom has been so great about letting me be me. Saying I look great even when I get a stupid haircut. Letting me make mistakes, and knowing I am going to grow from them. She has let me get bruises, and stain shirts, and trash the car. She let's me be completely me. Sometimes Im difficult but I think, especially after all these years, she just laughs. She is so chill and laid back, I don't think anyone can understand me or love me as unconditionally as my mom.
This all gets to the point of me and girls. With how independent and stubborn I am, or think I am, as of late I feel like I am not myself. I haven't been my individual self. I haven't just done what I wanted. Oh no. I've been stupid. I've been completely and totally taken over by girls. Girls that I will entirely change my plans for just so I can hang out with them. What in the world is wrong with me? Im supposed to be stubborn and independent. Im not a puppy dog. Im not a lap dog. Im not going to just follow you around wide eyed.
Somewhere between the too few many beers, and diesel jeans, and Chucks, and hot hats, and mascara, and styled belt buckles, and hair product, and cab rides, and games of pool, and cups of coffee, and bottles of wine, I have lost me. What I truly like. What I am truly looking, or not looking for. Ive become, quite silly.
In other news, its almost the 4th of July. Yeah for fireworks!
Like I said, my birth was a pretty good indicator of how I would live the rest of my life. Doing things my way, when I want to, and how I want to. Recently my family as driving up from LA. Everyone wanted to stop at McDonalds. I didn't. There was a sushi place right across the road. While everyone was enjoying their McNuggets and fries, I munched on my Unagi and fried tempura. So much healthier than Mickyd's right? Yeah, probably not. That is completely besides the point though. The point was, I walked over there myself. No one had to make any special trip. I just chose to eat on my own at a separate place. I wasn't mad or didn't want to be alone. I just didn't want McDonalds.
My mom has been so great about letting me be me. Saying I look great even when I get a stupid haircut. Letting me make mistakes, and knowing I am going to grow from them. She has let me get bruises, and stain shirts, and trash the car. She let's me be completely me. Sometimes Im difficult but I think, especially after all these years, she just laughs. She is so chill and laid back, I don't think anyone can understand me or love me as unconditionally as my mom.
This all gets to the point of me and girls. With how independent and stubborn I am, or think I am, as of late I feel like I am not myself. I haven't been my individual self. I haven't just done what I wanted. Oh no. I've been stupid. I've been completely and totally taken over by girls. Girls that I will entirely change my plans for just so I can hang out with them. What in the world is wrong with me? Im supposed to be stubborn and independent. Im not a puppy dog. Im not a lap dog. Im not going to just follow you around wide eyed.
Somewhere between the too few many beers, and diesel jeans, and Chucks, and hot hats, and mascara, and styled belt buckles, and hair product, and cab rides, and games of pool, and cups of coffee, and bottles of wine, I have lost me. What I truly like. What I am truly looking, or not looking for. Ive become, quite silly.
In other news, its almost the 4th of July. Yeah for fireworks!
need a new blog name
The name, "eulogiesdontwritethemselves.blogspot.com" is really really morbid. How in the world did I ever think that was a good blog name? Maybe for a teenager from Wisconsin who's planning on killing himself within the next year.
I need a new name. Open to suggestions. For now Ill be trying new things out. Like:
pickelsareyummy.blogspot.com
or
blimpsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com
hmm.... more to come
I need a new name. Open to suggestions. For now Ill be trying new things out. Like:
pickelsareyummy.blogspot.com
or
blimpsmakemelaugh.blogspot.com
hmm.... more to come
Adderall or Xanax
My mind has been running rampant lately, and I'm not sure what to do about it. I feel like I have so many things to do, but I don't. I have nothing to do but show up at my job 9-5. I actually used to make dinner at home. I actually used to hang out at home. I used to be creative, visit with my sister, visit with old friends. I think, Ive become missionized. I don't do anything really but hang out with my friends, and hang out in the mission. Its ridiculous. What happened to the days when I would hop the muni and go to the ocean. Or take a roadtrip to a random city. FUCK! I feel like Im clouded with things Im supposed to do, or an event Im supposed to attend. On this note I am finding it really difficult just to be. Just to sit. Just to read a book in the park. And for once have it not be Dolores. Im having a hard time concentrating at work. I get distracted from the simplest things. AH. Lame. Its annoying. Ive decided I either need to start getting super stoned in the beginning of the day, or start popping some pills. Neither of which sound very appealing to me.
I think I need a few days away. Alone. Clear my head. But where on earth to go? I was looking at random plane tickets. Its pretty cheap to go to Colorado right now. Maybe Ill do that.
I think I need a few days away. Alone. Clear my head. But where on earth to go? I was looking at random plane tickets. Its pretty cheap to go to Colorado right now. Maybe Ill do that.
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