“5. Saturday I sat on the floor in front of a great big window in my living room. I sat in the middle of a patch of sunlight. I read poems by Pablo Neruda aloud to myself. I sipped ginger tea. I stuffed slices of freshly cut mango into my mouth and let the my fingers get sticky enough that I had to suck on them a bit before I could use them to turn the page. There are times when I feel safe and absolutely IN my body. Times when the sun can reach me without overwhelming me with its heat and I can speak love into existence on the tail of sliced fruit. Sometimes, a mango is home and the smell of ginger can bleed you out.
Sometimes the feel of your mouth around your fingers is a reminder: This is mine. This is mine. This is only for me.”
— Now, You see Me: 5 Things (6/29/14), by Ashley Ford (via katiecoyle)
7:51 pm • 29 June 2014 • 161 notes
I finally started watching Season 2 of Orange is the New Black and one of the inmates said she was from Muskegon, Michigan, and pointed to her hand, and I immediately yelped, “THAT’S NOT WHERE MUSKEGON IS.” I realize that this is probably the least consequential inaccuracy of this show but it’s the only thing I have expertise in, the geographic homography of Michigan and hands.
4:18 pm • 28 June 2014 • 6 notes
The Tall Calm, by Sara Renberg
10 track album
Today’s the day! My first record is out! You can stream it or buy it online here. You can also buy it on cassette (with a digital download code!)
It’s so exciting for it to be finally out in the world.
If you live in Portland come to my backyard tonight at 8 p.m.for a celebration, with music by Lucia Fasano, Letters, and me! (Message me for details.)
11:38 am • 20 June 2014 • 6 notes
How to Talk to Your Cat About Evolution. After a successful campaign for cat gun safety, the American Association of Patriots are back; this time working to dispel the myth of evolution.
very important zines
1:32 pm • 13 June 2014 • 6 notes
“You have these long periods of what appears to be stasis, in which nothing’s happening, but those moments are charged with possibility and expectation. There is the mental game that’s going on between the pitcher and the batter, or what the situation is — where the runners are, or how you’re playing the batter, anticipating the pitch, the type, the location. There are all these levels of detail — really more than you can possibly take in; you can’t be aware of everything that’s going on in a baseball game at the same time. So for me, it’s about paying attention; it’s about awareness. And to me, that’s what music is about, also.”
John Luther Adams, composer
via NYTimes http://mobile.nytimes.com/2014/05/27/sports/baseball/with-composers-mindset-john-luther-adams-obsesses-over-baseball.html?smid%3D=tw-nytsports&_r=0&referrer=
12:20 pm • 4 June 2014 • 40 notes
GUYS my record is going to be released on Antiquated Future Records on June 20th, with both a cassette and online release.
It was recorded by Ephriam Nagler at Dub Narcotic Studio up in Olympia, WA. I played all the instruments on the record, including: guitar, bass, drums, piano, synths, organ, …typewriter. Martha Grover made the rad cover art.
I’m so proud of this record and I’m excited for you all to hear it.
2:15 pm • 28 May 2014 • 2 notes
“I think the sheer fact of women talking, being, paradoxical, inexplicable, flip, self-destructive but above all else public is the most revolutionary thing in the world.”
- Chris Kraus, I Love Dick.
This is why that’s still true.
3:51 pm • 1 May 2014 • 76 notes
REMINDER: I am playing a show this very evening at Ford (SE 11th/Division) at 8pm. Lucia Fasano and Litto Fox are also playing sets!
REMINDER: my dad died 11 years ago today. I scheduled the show without realizing it and then later when I was telling someone the date, I said, “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Oh well. Um. It’ll be okay.” And it is okay! Kind of. The first five years of this day I was not okay. I couldn’t function. I would skip class or take the day off of work and shut myself up in my room and cry. All day! Around year six or so, it started getting easier.
I (obviously) still miss my dad a lot. I loved him very much and he was a pretty great dad. We did butt heads a lot, as we were very similar-type-people. He liked to make dumb jokes and he liked to call up every single one of his ten siblings and tell them the same story and he loved throwing parties. We used to take “golf naps” together, which is where you watch golf and also fall asleep. He couldn’t sing, but would say the lyrics out loud before they happened. He loved history. When he graduated from high school he went into the Navy, and sent part of his paycheck home to my grandparents every month. He met my mom and they had my sister and moved back to Michigan. He worked at the phone company. Eventually, he got a teaching degree, and after many many years of trying to find a teaching position, he became a teacher at a Catholic school 45 minutes away. I feel lucky to have witnessed my father finding joy in his work. I never had the chance to come out to my dad, since my realization didn’t happen until afterwards. I don’t know how that would have affected our relationship. He was very proud of me then and I hope he would be proud of the person I have become. I regret that we only got 18 years together. We used to play this game before dinner, called CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD. It was the best game.
1:54 pm • 28 March 2014 • 3 notes