Calm Oregon Morning, Sparks Lake
Pentax 6x7 / Kodak Portra 160
Stoke is high here at @valle_nevado. Day one with @juliancarr and @shredready. Lost baggage finally sorted we managed to squeeze a evening shred last night. We’re ready to go deep into the Andes filming for @stellar_media’s #Migrations series with @discreteclothing #rprt #rockdiscrete #stellarmigrations via http://bit.ly/1qd3Lfx
Ughhhh bring me winter now
The people who bring you thai noodle bowls in bed when you’re sick are the people you keep in your life.
One day I stumbled upon some advice: if you are sad, add lipstick and attack. That little piece of wisdom was spot on because a dark shade of red on my lips gives me the confidence and sass of Miranda Priestly and that woman could rule the world and who can be sad when they feel like someone who could rule the world.
This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.
i am bawling my eyes out right now
Anonymous said: who have you seen in concert?
Whoa this list might take awhile. Keep in mind that I live in a city frequented by a variety of artists so I’ve seen quite an eclectic mix since I will go to any show I can get myself to. I also started going to shows at a very young age to some of these bands might not even be around anymore.
The Hush Sound
Boys Like Girls
Motion City Soundtrack
The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Our Last Night
Skrillex (worst thing ever)
3OH3 (wtf??? so random)
The Devil Makes Three
The Wood Brothers
Lake Street Dive
Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
The Head and the Heart
Death Cab for Cutie
Tegan and Sara
Walk Off the Earth
Kurt Vile and the Violators
The Avett Brothers
Ja Rule (which totally ruled btw hahaha)
MGMT (kind of, I watched it from outside the gates for springiest)
I’m definitely missing some from my younger years but that’s a good chunk of them. It’s kind of cool to write it all out and see how my music taste has changed. My brief interest in dub step electronic music is particularly amusing hahaha.
Another WIWT because another new room. But let me tell ya this mirror was the best purchase I have ever made. It’s massive and makes my teeny new room look so much bigger! (Excuse the unfinished rainy day DIY hanging in the background)