Wedding Weekend

It’s going to take me a moment to fully transcribe all the love and gratitude I have for this weekend.

Firstly, to Ashley Klump, for loving this crazy fox enough to give me a shot at the ultimate commitment.

Secondly, to all the friends and family, that came from near and far and helped put all the little pieces together to make this a celebration a reality! I’m going to miss a lot of names so give me time to take notes and better explain each in depth.

Off the top of my head, Chelsey, Alex Edmands, Clyshaw, Burt, Elaine, Aunt Mag, Craig and Kristie Klump, Bonnie Latham.. Damn I know I am forgetting so many! Hank! Flying Caravan! Ian Rowan! All the volunteers at TCWL!

Holy wow ya’ll! Seeing our families commingle, seeing what our little nieces found magical in nature! All the little art pieces!

The giant canvases everyone collaborated to create, the little everyone painted, we’ve yet to fully absorb, the gifts and cards from everyone, (Josh and Hank) for the handmade art gifts, all the beautiful toasts… Matt! Nate! for becoming closer and better friends! Nicole for the sound advice of staying hydrated and helping Ashley and my self in so many ways it’ll days to explain!

I am beyond words and there are many more moments to share!

It felt necessary to try and write a little while I’m still buzzing!

Atomic for the flowers!

Bethany and Brian for photos and video, we cannot wait to see!

Thank you everybody! I am so grateful and love you ALL SO FREAKIN MUCH!

Kellen and Brit for helping get the food! AAaaaah!!! I know there are so many more to thank! and I will! Either digitally or most likely in a hand written note. You made this fox and swan’s dream a reality and it wouldn’t have been the same without every freakin one of you! thank you!! thank you!! thank you!!

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Tacoma Trip in Photos

Sci Fi looking Jesus building / St Joseph Hospital

Wildflowers all around town.

Campfire Coffee

The demons of our past are not the dictators of our future.

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The view of Mt Ranier from the corner of the air bnb we stayed in Tacoma.

Christmas Eve 2013

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One year ago I walked up to a girl and I rambled a mouth full of words.

Never until that moment have I felt so entranced that I had to pour out my soul to an almost stranger. 

I wish for the sake of story telling I could tell you what I said, but you can't imagine the amount of nervous I was feeling in that moment. Or maybe you can. 

It was genuine though. I said it all man.

A confession of attraction and longing for more than just a quick fix. To share a moment, whatever that may mean.

I just had to know this magical foxette and who she really is.

But damn... I'm sitting here in my living room... thinking... I do a lot of that.

It feels like a fairy tale. It feels genuine and real.

And it's been a year?!

What the what is time anyway?

Sometimes it feels like more than that.

Sometimes it feels like only minutes.

I still get stomach knots and anxious in her presence. She's gorgeous! 

Love is patient.

Love is weird. 

Love is awkward.  

Love is honest.

Life is but a dream...

I could keep rambling about lovesick, sappy shit for pages and pages, but I really should keep packing to move into this new apartment. 

I just needed to document this happening because... because life is about the moments.

It helps the brain process to talk it out.

Or write it down. 

Anyway...

Sabrina Janae... I love you babay.

Thanks for giving this tramp a chance. 

...ABC

Beach Day With My Babay

Sabrina and I went to Indian Beach last Friday. It was a very magical day with a very magical lady.

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These Days

Life, Love, and Rock n' Roll

Snow Days (Part 1)

I haven't been blogging as much. I've been lost in my head and this winter wonderland.

I can't believe the amount of snow that's fallen. It's absolutely magical.

I haven't seen a fresh snow in 20 years at least. It feels so good. 

Feels even better to share this Winter Wonderland feel with someone that i find very enchanting.

I wish I could expand on all these thoughts that go through my head but right now I'm just not able. 

I've been writing fragmented words and drawing a lot. Hopefully all of this goes into this new book that has been pondering up in my head since last May and it'll make more sense.

There's a lot of fascinating creatures in the world if only you'll look. I found my forest and I hope we all can. It takes a little time sometimes but eventually sometimes, somethings just work out. 

Well anyway...

Coming soon.... pictures of snow monsters! 

Head Thought

To love is to forget.

Bites

Not all witches are good.

Not all fairies are nice.

But a lot of them are, but some of them bite.  

And not all bites are bad.

Smoggie Catt's bites

are nibbles of love; 

not mean spirited fights.

Going Places. Seeing Faces.

My life happenings as of late have been very fascinating to my brain box. Today especially has been surreally soothing.

Been spending some good times with good folks and I see no end in sight. Unfortunately I'm feeling way to mellow to try and type it out right now. Sometimes feelings just have to simmer and come out in a creative form later. It's been that kind of feels lately.

Also listening to a lot of Deerhunter today; his Microcastle album specifically.

The rain this morning was absolutely mesmerizing.

I know I say it a lot but I'm very thankful for Smoggie Catt. She makes me so happy and is full of so much personality. There's a connection there that only the stars can bring. 

The Choices We Make / Last Night

I know it's true; If I could just quit observing and act on my yearnings then I could be easily satisfied but it's all to fascinating to my mind.

Watching humanoids on a dance floor mimic is as primal as watching gather around a waterhole.  There are predators and prey. Lions, spiders, and birds of prey. I watched a girl move like nothing I'd ever seen; hypnotizing man after man then leaving them longing for more. I think she's a black widow. 

I watched sleazy guys pick up sleazy gals.

I watched lovers awkwardly make out in the back booths unaware of any bystanders. 

I was suppose to wake and go to Seattle, but when I woke up I couldn't move. 

I woke up to a kitchen and bathroom light still on and back door open.  

There was a beautiful cool breeze and Smoggie Catt had found her way in. 

I was lying sideways in the bed; belt unbuckled and pants unzipped.  

I probably planned to take those off. You sleep better without jeans; that's a fact. 

Unless you're out in the cold of course. But I made it home. 

Not before leaving the club... more like basement at 2:30 and running into Voodoo Doughnuts. Somehow after all that beer and whiskey I ate not one, but 2 Voodoos. 

But I don't remember laying down.  

I met some wonderful folk last night, but the observations were even better. 

I don't know where I'm going with this but I think I'm waking up really early to go to Mt. Hood tomorrow. Actually I'm really sure. This has to happen because I missed Seattle today. I need to go away for a little while.

I have a lot of head thoughts, and trying to write them all out. 

Mostly I just blog a lot, but the grey is returning and all these head thoughts are going into an even greater book. 

I can feel it, but right now these feelings just gotta simmer a little more.

More than anything I'm ready to play some rock n' roll; that's the only reason I left the forest anyhow. 

This sums up last night. It felt so good. It felt so right. Thanks for the invite Jackie. 

I Arrived In Portland 1 Year Ago Today

One year later:
I've moved 4 times, made some amazing friends, lost some friends, finished writing a book (now I just need to print it), started drawing, and seen some purely awesome places.

But it wasn't until about 2 or 3 months ago it finally sunk into my soul: I'm home. This is where I strive. This is where I learned who I am and that I am awkward and quirky and that is fine. I've never felt more in my element than when I'm walking under giant old Sequoias and Doug Firs on a cool, grey day.

I've never felt more at ease and confident I can take over the world; whatever that may mean.

Thank you Oregon for giving me a home. Looking forward to many more years of art and adventures.

My name is A.B. Corduroy and I moved to Portlandia to retire young. Long live Cascadia.

Smoggie Catt Is Missing

Smoggie Catt has run off and I've stayed calm for a while, but now I'm starting to freak out. 

Smoggie Catt, please for the love of all things good and magic: COME HOME!!!

Happy Summer Solstice

Start living life now or spend the rest of your life figuring out how.

The City of Roses is in full bloom! 

Bring on the Violence! Bring on the Beer!

Hi, I'm A.B. Corduroy.

I choose to live like a rockstar for the duration of my friend Smoggie Catt's life after which I will devote my life to a more intense written form of my philosophies and deeper self exploration.

Change is inevitable. Evolution is guaranteed.

What's the real difference in enlightenment and insanity?

Afternoon Bus.

Waiting for my afternoon bus to come; so I can go home and give Smoggie Catt hugs (and lunch).​

I'm Not Even Exaggerating

In case you don't know Smoggie is normally very chill and not intrusive in the least first thing in the morning. She lies there beside me for hours, but not lately. She won't even ask for food until I'm up.

Every since moving into this new apartment Smoggie Catt will pester me to get up all morning, but it's not for food or water. Sometimes food, but mostly she has food already.​

 I just discovered why. She just wants me to hang out with her. For real, I'm finally up and she is just sitting here talking with me. ​I love my fuzzy weirdo.

You Know Who I Love More Than Life?

Smoggie Catt.​

Vanity, Insanity, And All Things Vulgar

Did I get your attention? I hope so. New A.B. TV episode tonight at 7pm PST. It's about wild plastic bags and how they are trying to take over the world. I

In the mean time read my head thought I somehow miraculously typed out. I spent the last few days trying to write it all out. It's a bit lengthy, but I typed into small blocks because I know it's hard to focus on one big word block. 

The Gods Will Be Dead Before We Reach Them