i do not like the capital "i".
it feels very intrusive.
Life
i do not like the capital "i".
it feels very intrusive.
I think their will be a full blown Art Renaissance that will change the world as we know it spanning from Northern California to Alaska in the next 50-200 years; rivaled only that which took place in Europe post Middle Ages.
I discovered this amazing store called "Scrap" today. It's essential the living definition of the quote: "One man's trash is another man's treasure.".
Quoting the site the place is:
There were crayons, pens, unused notebook paper, paint, fabrics, for sale by the handfuls. It was every eco-friendly, artist's dream come true. Absolutely brilliant. Thank you, Portland for letting such a place exist.
What am I doing this weekend you ask?
I have a lot of reading I've wanted to do this past week, but I've worked long days and get off work and my apartment is super warm and I end up ambitious-less.
No excuses: need to read more news articles, and some history and science stuff that has been begging for my reading.
Local Honey! Why? Because my sinuses are super out of whack and that just seems like the right thing to do. And how cool does it sound to buy honey that was made in your own neighborhood? For real though... Awesome! (Bee Local)
It's been a while since I've been to the Northwest side of town and the view from the top of the hill is absolutely amazing.
Dudes and Dudettes! I think I'm finally ready. I've made some major progress in the last two years in catching up on the music I was sheltered from growing up. Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, and many many more but I'm not awake enough to recall them all at this moment. But.... The Beatles discography has seemed very intimidating. But as of about 20 minutes ago it's begun. Starting with the first album and going in chronological order. Let the magic begin.
When I'm too warm; I have no ambition. Which a major reason for leaving Florida.
Currently the outside temperature is perfect to me, but this apartment has no AC and the the circulation of outside air is mediocre at best.
I don't like this one bit. I need a fan of some sort.
There are far too many books and news articles to read, but this warm apartment has disabled all such longings. I just want to fall asleep and wake up in need of a blanket.
Who invented this condiment anyway? I hope they won a Nobel prize.
My only consistency in life.
I woke up about 8:30 this morning and talked with Smoggie Catt a little and fell back asleep until about 10:45am. I wish I would just get my lazy ass out of bed when I wake up the first time.
Woke up, made some scrambled eggs, took, out the trash and wandered down to Stumptown and got the americano I've been longing to have for a few days now.
The skies are blue and the sun is out and it's a fresh 68 degrees with a cool breeze. I love the smell of fresh food being cooked and watching all the happy people walk down the sidewalks.
It makes me really excited to get a harness and take Smoggie Catt for walks. It's a whole new world of adventure just waiting to happen. It makes me smile just thinking of the potential pictures to be taken. I love that fluff puff so much!
10 months ago tomorrow I will have arrived in the great land of Portlandia. A lot has changed in that time. I've lived 3 different places since arriving here. I haven't found my dream place yet, but that's okay. It takes time.
2 months ago I welcomed Cody back into my life as a roommate.
1 month ago: Adam arrived in Portland. The three of us share an apartment. After living alone for so long sharing a space feels a little peculiar. It's not a bad thing at all; just a little different for the head box.
I found a bookshelf yesterday. Being able to see the things I've learned or want to learn displayed on a bookshelf is very important to my head.
In the past 2 months Cody and I have started A.B. TV and Adam and Cody have multiple video projects, too. Video game stuff I don't completely understand. I quit focusing on video games a long time ago.
I like the NES, SNES, and pinball machines. I am completely suffice with all those.
We have 3 solid songs written for our new band, 2 of which I have lyrics for, 1 of which is tracked. As of last night we added a fourth member to our band. His name is Daniel, he's from Russia, he is a really rad dude, and has all the ambition we need!
In the last 10 months: I've started a new band, finished writing my book of poetry, made a lot of new friends, started a new video blog series, but I still feel like I need to do more.
I really want to get out of town and go to the coast or a National Forest. I need more hiking. It's good for my head. I'm going to head to Mt. Tabor after I finish typing all these head thoughts.
This coffee hasn't soaked into my brain waves yet. I stayed up until about 5 am, slept til 12:30pm. It's now 3:11pm and I feel like a zombie.
Eggs leave a weird taste in your mouth even after brushing your teeth.
A major Chinese company wants to buy Smithfield. That's the US's largest pork producer. I already don't like factory farming, but that idea seems absolutely terrible. Read more.
I'm just discovering The XX, but I am thoroughly impressed. Seeing Hundred Waters the other night was awesome. Father John Misty is still one of my greatest heroes in recent years.
I love Smoggie Catt. When my money situation is better I will buy her a harness and will start taking her for small walks and eventually on coffee trips! Yay! I can't wait!
At a less sleepy moment than the present moment in time I think I shall ride the city bus for ideas for more characters in my stories.
There are just so many peculiar personalities that need to be noted.
Yesterday!
Today!
Waiting for my afternoon bus to come; so I can go home and give Smoggie Catt hugs (and lunch).
I don't deal well with bitchiness; makes me feel icky.
I finally bought some. They tell me it makes you less sleepy. They say it helps you think more clearly. Well starting today I will test this theory. Also, it seems I've misplaced my headphones... again.
One book written and already have plans for 2 others. As soon as I raise the necessary funds for printing the first book they will be available for purchase via this very website: abcorduroy.com.
With that said if you have money to spare and a giving spirit please donate to my cause. Every little bit helps. There's only 1 backer in the last week. Help me out and let's get this book printed!
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1636325209/acorn-season-poems-proverbs-and-other-absurd-wordsHe wasn't an angel or a devil. He was a bird and his name was Bob.
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Getting off an 8 hour shift and going to see The XX and Hundred Waters play beautiful musics.