we own the streets

michael jones landed on a direct flight from new york the other night. the trifecta has squared off. its been brilliant.
keep it coming.



vrknnn



barfly

brotherbear!

if i could just leave my body for a night

weak shift. so slow, so slow. i dont know where to begin, or end. yesterday tobin took me up this offramp to i-5 towards some makers mark, & we saw seattle spiral around us. everything changed. i didnt know what to make of it, the curve of the city after a decent night at work, all the way up the hill. theres so much of this city left to see. all very surreal. i was hoping id get over that eventually, but that feeling works its way back again & again. the experiences in these past few weeks alone have shifted me entirely. id be confused or overwhelmed, but i never bother. i just keep going on, getting further in. or farther out. not sure. i met with suzanne, she told me to live for myself. no one else. & not to feel guilty for it. i should, i want to, but i dont. i dont feel guilty yet. i just feel fear that someday i will. she told me to always choose adventure. almost always. i was taught shame. i cant handle that anymore. im not ashamed of who ive become. or what i believe. or how i go about my days. this is all very irrelevant for an online blog, you know? im stoked to be alive, if only for the time being.

"in the flowers" animal collective
"within you" ray lamontagne
"the white flash" modeselektor featuring thom yorke
"slow show" the national
"despite what youve been told" two gallants
"a gift for melody anne" the avett brothers
"ode to lrc" band of horses
"after the curtain" beirut
"in your mind" built to spill
"all you ever wanted" the black keys
"live your life" ti
"cant believe a single word" vhs or beta

[tobin:]


it seems i just missed a call from brendan, meandering through the roads towards memphis, on his way back from south by southwest, & that voicemail nearly broke my heart. if i could type it out, youd understand. i miss that rambling voice. i miss that wandering boy. those were the sweetest words ive heard in awhile.

mas y mas; shop trip

mount baker in the morning

larry, by andrew





melody

davin bussed our tables...what a gentleman


forrest used to ride for rome sds


i built an incredible campfire with this man...resilience pays off.
also, note the tortilla strips






endless merch







i believe two thirds of the rest of the photos from the trip are being saved for blackmail occasions. fair enough.

snowline

this is when life gets unbelievable. for three days, john logic & ag (the owners of snocon) shut the shop down, take all of the employees on a shop trip to a ski resort, & cover lift tickets, lodging, breakfast, dinner, beer, whiskey, all of it. so unreal.




drove up with tobin monday after class, almost got ran off the road by ornery asian men in a mercedes, had dinner at the northfork beer shrine & wedding chapel. considered who id marry; definitely kenji for a green card. drank as much cheap whiskey as i could -- evan williams is no elijah craig -- & then the rest was a blur.
a wonderful blur. playing life questions, bonding with courtney, this lovely chap id never spoken of, being put in the pirate cabin with a dozen drunk boys, having to share a room with brandon, whiskey, snow, melody, mount baker, etcetera, so forth, wonderful. doesnt feel real.





drove back at like four am in tobins truck to make a wednesday morning cckp. listened to sigur ros' latest album Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust, the entire way back. things have shifted, things have grown, things have dissipated. i guess it doesnt really matter now. i dont think i know what i want, but i do think i know what i dont want.