Thrift shopping is my favorite thing that involves me willingly handing money over to strangers. Just think about it. You walk through a door, and within that space could be anything, or nothing. It could be a room full of junk, or that thing, that one
thing you've been looking for your whole life could be hidden there. Maybe you didn't even know you were looking for it. All you know is that you and this thing--this book or rug or lamp--have finally crossed paths. Maybe the lamp is fifty years old, and it took it that long to find you, living in who knows how many homes before finally becoming yours. It's like discovering buried treasure, or a secret place no one has ever set foot in before. It's so magical to me to think of these things having other owners before me. Who wore these clothes, and were did they were them? The past of these items will always be a mystery to their new owners. It's so wonderful how it has to be that way. So wonderful and strange.
My band Four Eyes has been nominated for a Flagpole Music Award! We've been nominated in the Upstart category and I'm unbelievably pumped about this! I'll post a link to one of our songs below (and a link to vote if you feel so inclined ;) ). Jace and I are mixing our album now, which is taking forever since neither Jace nor I have ever mixed an album before. Hopefully within the week we'll have more tracks up to listen to! :)
Thrift shopping is my favorite thing that involves me willingly handing money over to strangers. Just think about it. You walk through a door, and within that space could be anything, or nothing. It could be a room full of junk, or that thing, that one thing you've been looking for your whole life could be hidden there. Maybe you didn't even know you were looking for it. All you know is that you and this thing--this book or rug or lamp--have finally crossed paths. Maybe the lamp is fifty years old, and it took it that long to find you, living in who knows how many homes before finally becoming yours. It's like discovering buried treasure, or a secret place no one has ever set foot in before. It's so magical to me to think of these things having other owners before me. Who wore these clothes, and were did they were them? The past of these items will always be a mystery to their new owners. It's so wonderful how it has to be that way. So wonderful and strange.
For my friend Shil's birthday he had a taco contest. My last-minute submission, "Spice World," (a taco full of candy and Fudge Rounds) won an honorable mention, and was awarded that little chicken firework. It shot firey pellets from its rump! In the solo cup is an incredibly delicious beverage composed of ginger ale, whiskey, and hibiscus syrup.
I graduated from college!
