Even with a month left to go (even with 97 slated for Wednesday), summer feels mostly over to me. Here are songs I'm listening to:
Hello Saferide - The Quiz
Josh Ritter - Kathleen
The Replacements - Can't Hardly Wait (alternative version)
Sonic Youth - Do You Believe in Rapture?
Telegraph Canyon - Reels and Wires
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Sunday, August 16, 2009
Home is where
Chris, Dustin and I got matching tattoos -- Louisiana, loveable now that none of us live there. I got mine connected to an existing tattoo of Mississippi. They got theirs, big as all get out, on other parts of their arms. Cameras weren't allowed in the shop, so we had to be quick!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Walk like a man, talk like a man
As a teenager, my brother was scrawny in women's size 2 jeans. Back then, I made him listen to mixed tapes of Ani DiFranco and Tegan and Sara, and if it were possible, he was becoming the best lesbian little brother anyone could wish for.
On the car ride over to Louisiana today, I told Dustin that one thing I always admired about our dad is he never pressed any ideals of masculinity onto Dustin. There was no one way to be a man, no toughness needed.
These days, on the verge of fatherhood himself, my brother has been thinking a lot about masculinity. He's working out a lot, working his way away from 145 up to 190. His arms are too big for my tiny hands to get a grip on. He's also bought himself a distinctly dude car -- a Mustang. He seems quite tickled to be driving it.
On the car ride over to Louisiana today, I told Dustin that one thing I always admired about our dad is he never pressed any ideals of masculinity onto Dustin. There was no one way to be a man, no toughness needed.
These days, on the verge of fatherhood himself, my brother has been thinking a lot about masculinity. He's working out a lot, working his way away from 145 up to 190. His arms are too big for my tiny hands to get a grip on. He's also bought himself a distinctly dude car -- a Mustang. He seems quite tickled to be driving it.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Settling down takes time
Life has been a little topsy turvy lately, but I have been finding solace in the strangest places, like
waiting two hours for my laundry to finish. I read a magazine and sat right in front of the open door. After a day of panic and jitters, I felt calm.
(and also)
Working night cops means I have to stay in the office more. But leaving the office and talking to people is why I want to be journalist. Finally, the other night I got to go out for the national night out. Everyone seemed to like the mounted police's horses best. I did, too.
waiting two hours for my laundry to finish. I read a magazine and sat right in front of the open door. After a day of panic and jitters, I felt calm.
(and also)
Working night cops means I have to stay in the office more. But leaving the office and talking to people is why I want to be journalist. Finally, the other night I got to go out for the national night out. Everyone seemed to like the mounted police's horses best. I did, too.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Jellyfish Rave
Friday, I went to the Rock and Roll Camp for girls to make a video. The band Jellyfish Rave -- a group of 13- and 14-year-olds -- wrote their song, "Summer Heat," about Portland's triple digit week. While the rest of us were sweating it out, they were SUPER sweating it out in a warehouse without AC and, in their practice space, no windows.
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