burn this disco out

there are few words. your work was genius, your life was unfinished. my sympathies go out to those you leave behind. and to you - your life was far from perfect: exploited at an early age for a fame that would destroy you. may you find more peace in the afterlife than you did on earth.

photo from here.

my closet

i love color. i don't believe that a person can have too much color in their wardrobe. this picture accurately represents my closet - every color in the rainbow, arranged in order. now that i'm a brunette, i'm realizing that some of my colors may not work on me anymore, but i'll probably wear them anyway. because i love color. i am color.

photo found via ffffound (but my link is broken).

kate and adam: round 2

from the top: zipping up the dress; walking down the aisle; first dance (his concentration was adorable); cake (including red velvet tier - YUM!!); candy bar; me attempting to take a picture of my hair-do; finally asking someone else to take the picture. more to come.

4th street stairs

i hadn't been back for eight months. and how i missed it. i missed the energy. i missed the sunshine. i missed the santa monica pier. i missed my favorite hole-in-the-wall eateries. most of all, i missed my friends. i've been seriously wondering if moving to portland was a mistake.

but then, we landed. and the smog encircled us. the airport passangers pushed and shoved and stampeded by in way you'd never experience at pdx. the car rental was beyond a hassle, and even at 1 a.m., the traffic was crazy and the drivers were evil. very quickly, i was reminded why L.A. drove me away.

i think i'll always miss having to having any item, service, or event at my disposal. i think i'll always miss jogging the 4th street stairs. i think i'll always miss living somewhere so . . . cool. but what i miss most are the amazing experiences, memories, and friends i made in L.A. crepe runs on 3rd street with kate. going on forensic ride-alongs with the l.a. coroner. arguing over where the lunch gang boys and i were going for lunch. singing in the band. the restaurants where i fell in love.

but we all move on. its part of life. things had already begun to change before i left L.A., and now all those things i miss would be no more, even if i still lived there. L.A. is no longer home. i'm not sure that portland is, either, but i'm finally ready to move on. i know that because somehow, the pangs of longing for all that i missed, have turned into feelings of warmth and nostalgia. and that feels really really good.

here comes the bride . . .

i spent a gorgeous weekend in los angeles at the wedding of these two. as beautiful as they look in this engagement photo, they were a million times more beautiful on their wedding day. i loved being a bridesmaid - kate was a calm, cool, collected bride. very unlike me on my day. :P more pictures to follow!!

photo by next exit photography.

never a bridesmaid

i'm off to L.A. for the weekend. i'm a bridesmaid in k's wedding, and i can't wait. it's my first time being a bridesmaid, and the weekend is full of girly girl activities. yipper!! pictures to come . . .

photo via ffffound.

i'm making these tonight

how phenomenal do these biscuits and flavored butters look? i can't wait! thank you for the recipe sunday suppers!

photo by karen mordechi.

muscians i love: ben folds

i've liked ben folds since i was 16 years old, but it wasn't until i was in college that i truly fell in the with the man who rocks the suburbs. i'm quite sure my deepening affection for mr. folds was largely influenced by a certain former boyfriend, but my love for mr. folds has sustained the test of time that the former bf did not.

ben folds music is truly artistic. original. sarcastic. sad. beautiful. i can't think of a single song written by mr. folds that i do not enjoy listening to. but my all-time-favorite-ben-folds-song has to be the luckiest:

I don't get many things right the first time

In fact, I am told that a lot

Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls

Brought me here

And where was I before the day

That I first saw your lovely face?

Now I see it everyday

And I know

That I am I am I am

The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you

In a house on a street where you lived?

Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike

Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes

I see one pair that I recognize

And I know

That I am I am I am

The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties

And one day passed away in his sleep

And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days

And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that

I know we belong

That I know

That I am I am I am

The luckiest

picture from here.

to the love of my life (you know who you are)...

love, me

photo via ffffound

numb tongue

try saying that three times quickly. :P so, the past several days have not been good for me health-wise. i'm sure i'll post at length about my health drama later, but not today. anyhow, my doctor prescribed some muscle relaxants for me to help me sleep at night. the i took the first dose on monday night and was a complete noodle on tuesday. thus, on tuesday night, i decided to just take half of a pill. i bit the pill in half, swallowed it, and put the other half back in the drawer. not five minutes later, i turned to the hubs to say "i love you, goodnight," and my tongue was completely numb. it came out like "i lub you, goothiiight." apparently, some of the muscle relaxant dissolved on my tongue, numbing it. sometimes, i amaze myself at how smart i am.
photo found here.