Midwest Things:
Country music radio seems to sum up pretty well the zeitgeist of heartland-America and I’m fairly certain people here can smell my suspicious thin Yankee blood, knowing that I share basically none of their values. I quite literally don’t *understand* how people/family/human relationships work here.
The open space that these folks so easily take for granted makes me uneasy. Out here, the wind has a chance to really wheel up and whip you as you metaphorically stand vulnerably alone in the field. This is probably why these people form such tight bonds with oneanother. It’s the opposite of the way in which city folk form groups to protect themselves from other people.
We go hard (Taken with instagram)
I wrote my American Idol recap in a rage blackout. Enjoy! Share!
I recommend this if only because I can’t bring myself to watch the show anymore and I’m impressed with Dave’s ironed-will ability to sit through these things and come out fair AND funny on the other side.
Kudos.
35 plays
Counting Crows — “Recovering The Satellites”
There’s something interesting about the lines, “gotta get back to basics, guess I’ll start it up again” when you’re laying on a couch next to the one you love, and you’re thinking; “Gee, I guess this is what starting a life is all about, n’ shit.”
So this is Friday, you know?
This song is called: “Satan, Put It On My Tab” #Badass (Taken with Instagram at The Verve)
We used to work together, and have Pushing Daisies viewing parties!!
I’m well. Been stressing a lot over deciding how much of my life I want to live in front of a computer or iPhone screen. I’m steadily despising myself for what I’m turning into. Technology is ruining me, I think. And I know that sounds dramatic but I’ve never played a real life game of Scrabble in my life, but, I currently have 20+ games of Words With Friends going on my Kindle Fire and I kind of hate everything about this sentence, which is also my real life.
How do we make the most of our time? is what I’m getting at.
Seriously though…
You may fish all day and not get a strike. Therefore, make up your mind to have a good time. Enjoy camp life and exercise in the open air and you will be well repaid for your trip.
L.L. Bean, from a new book, Guaranteed to Last: L.L. Beans Century of Outfitting America.
The book is excellent, and the quote is just about as good of a metaphor for life as you can get.
This is the wall next to the register in my truck where people have hung up flyers and their art and other random shit. Love it. (Taken with instagram)
CINEMA
Was Spanglish the Mexican version of The Help?
Woke up to an email of just this photo. Mike Waskom is doing it right.
I send great email.
