hi jason

sometimes it's just good to know that there are still people who care, no matter what.

LA is full of things to do. it's crazy and gigantic and full of life and music. BUT, it's also stocked full of assholes. See:

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=douche+bag

sometimes it feels like walking down the street with thousands of people around you, you really are completely 100% alone.

i guess that's when you suck it up and realize that your aloneness will never separate or alienate you. in the end, it only brings you closer to whomever you are walking next to. and that, my lovelies, is LA. that is life.  

thus, we will get through this. i promise. maybe not side-by-side, but together.

here are some lame pictures from out the window that will never REALLY capture how gorgeous it is to drive from LA to San Fran all by yourself, listening to coconut records and bruce springsteen with the windows down and a green trucker hat on.

to those of you who read this randomly, whereva wheneva,

thank you.

to jason,

i love you foreva-eva-eva

going green

sOsOsoOSosoososo...

triple happy st. patty's day @ The Viper Room -

this is what i knew before going out:

Johnny Depp used to co-own this club. River Pheonix OD'ed here. It's rumored that Johnny actually shot somebody here one night over some drunken argument.

this is what i know now, after going out:

super super super cool atmosphere, 2 stories, cheap(ish) drinks, okay crowd.

3 dollar Dewars whiskey & gingers = cheapest bar tab we have encountered thus far (and new obsession)...



10 dollar ticket charge to see Neon Neon and The Voom Blooms = completely worth it.

http://www.myspace.com/neonx2
http://www.myspace.com/thevoomblooms

2 very enthusiastic thumbs up for the Neon Neon. BUT in my opinion, the voom blooms killed it. 85% of Neon Neon's crowd left after their set, which left about 20 randoms + emmy, nat, and i. and one really great 40 year old lady who knew how to move. anyway, they're fun and they've got brutal accent,s and their music is catchy as hell.

a couple of shitty cell phone pictures since i left my camera in the car.








anyway. the place turned out to be pretty great, and one cheap taxi ride away.

go and see the voom blooms next time they're playing in LA, or anywhere near you i guess. i know they played a lot of shows @ the roxy and the viper room so check-ch-check it out.


peaaaaaaaaaaace people :)

puddle jumping

hell week is over. speeches have been given, projects are turned in and it is all now completely out of my hands. i feel like i can breathe again, even if the air is smoggy.

cut copy turned out to be mucho fun. we showed up at the echo a little bit too late (sold out) and the doormen cut us off and told us to go the fuck home because we weren't getting in, which SUCKED. thanks a lot to you guys, btw. headed up a few blocks to the Gold Room to wait around to see CC play later @ the after party @ MJs or wherever the hell it was.

(the @ sign is so cool i don't think i am ever going to spell out the full 2 letter word again. also, Z's are the new S's, so that is just something to keep in mind).

random bar, cheap shots, 2 bowls of peanuts, dance dance dance, new friend, great music = late night, but totally worth it.


cut copy rocked it for free, which is better than cut copy rockin it @ the echo for 12 bucks, so. you do the math, genius. also, i didn't lose my phone, which consequently adds points to any drunken frolic.

so this is something to think about, if only to ensure that this blog has a tiny bit of substance once and a while.

it's the sigur ros video for Hoppipola, beauty-full. if you want a real kick in the ass, go ahead and watch all of their music videos. they'll really knock you the fuck out.

lyrics, too, translated from icelandic because they're pretty and i ♥ them.

smiling
spinning round and round
holding hands
the whole owrld a blur
but you are standing

soaked
completely drenched
no rubber boots
running in us
i want to erupt from a shell

wind in
and outdoor smell of your hair
i hit as fast as i could

hopping into puddles
completely drenched
soaked
with no boots on

and i get a nosebleed
but i always get up

and i get a nosebleed,
but i always get up.

ANYwho, olin & the moon tonight @ the silverlake lounge in silverlake (no!). it's cheap to get in and nobody plays til 11, so there is still time to slack off, nap, shower, and film some video footy beforehand. come if you want, it will be double love.

in the immortal words of borat, very nice!

i love you all, peace people.

oh the places you'll go

i have so many pictures from the past week or so. every day in los angeles is a whole new experience. every day i see new things. the city is always changing and in the end i really think it's better if you just let yourself change with it. fitter, happier, more productive.

san juan

san clemente

melrose flea market

farmers market

freeways

olympic

i'll put some of the pictures up eventually. i should consider flickr.

anyway, cut copy is tonight at the echo. after party in silverlake. it should be crazy fun, which means that if you are young and cool you should probably consider the 30 dollar cab fare and hightail it out.

thanks to everybody who let me photograph you. your pictures will be around here sometime soon. you are all beautiful.

only the essentials

i recently had a birthday that when i was younger, i never believed i would live to see.

 

i am now 21 years old.

looking back, some of the reasons i have survived for my beautiful 21 years:

random fearless explorations, francesca lia block, the trees in jackson's autumn, mr. herro, short stories, concert posters, graveyard nights with bryan j, wes anderson, live music, 

polka dots, emmalayne rose, woody allen, destinationless driving, european adventures, taking pictures of anything and everything, lazy summer skate park afternoons, best friends, 

dirt cheap wine, old boyfriends, mixing paint, antique postcards, high heels, kristina marie, hand holding, polaroids, fairytales, green green grass, foreign languages, lyrics that mean something, used bookstores, blue blue sky, arica obermann and her nicotine addiction, charlotte d and her beautiful cupcakes, thrift stores, people who smile when you need it most, clean air, oversized sunglasses, road trips, yellow yellow sun, star gazing, neverending laughter, national geographic, the pacific ocean,

the sky in montana, railroad tracks, finding the beauty in trashy LA, old sneakers, dad, bonfires, sleeping bags, newspaper clippings, stoked crowds, vanilla, 80s soundtracks, making movies with chris, jones soda, glory days, terrible outfits, thumbtacks, finding the beauty in smalltown idaho,

dj nights in LA and dancing like tomorrow won't ever come, folk singers, beautiful imperfections, mom, disneyland with the high school band, bruce springsteen in the summertime, harmonica melodies, shopping cart parking lot heroes, midnight parking lot discussions that end up meaning the world, conor oberst,

learning each and every day, living, laughing, crying, loving, breathing, holding on, letting go. 

and every single one of my old yearbooks.

the challenge that lay ahead for the next 21 + years is simply this:

find comfort and solace in littlest things. 

life really is beautiful.

for kristi

i was listening to the new Helio Sequence album kristi gave to me today as i was driving past the jewish high school on the way to class.

it was beautiful. the sun was out and my windows were down. track 4. 

i saw 2 kids leaning against the brick wall, gazing happily and kissing each other like they were the only 2 people in the world that mattered. like there weren't a hundred other kids outside smoking and gossiping and balancing on cheap skateboards.

it got me thinking about my high school years past. old sneakers and old friends, football games and ex lovers. and watching those two kids together, babies, really, though i am only one myself - it made me very sad. never in a million years did i think i might actually end up missing the things that i used to hate the most. 

in the end, i think, it's just one of those things. a fishbowl. 

because i am now on the outside looking in. that is not my life anymore, and i am not a part of even who i used to be. and maybe, maybe that is not such a bad thing after all. those babies looked so happy and so elegant, as if they were born solely to lean against that wall in the early spring sunshine and just be. together, free. 

i thought, how could i have ever felt sad in high school? because seeing them today, almost upon reflex, i first thought only of how simple those babies probably have it right now. how that is something they will only realize with age and through consequence.

and then it hit me. those two kids who to me seem to have it so easy are experiencing the same shit that i once went through. and whether or not their situations seem to me less insignificant than the ones i face today, it really doesn't matter. because human emotion does not change. sadness, happiness, fear and loathing - they may all vary in degrees, but never in the initial feeling. those kids will feel as sad as i feel now and the reasons for are sadness are inconsequential. that is almost a bit comforting in the strangest way.

it unites us, then, doesn't it? through our feelings we are truly allowed to come together, and though it may be cliche, it is also entirely beautiful. 

i said goodbye to the lovers only seconds after i said hello. i will never see them again and they will never know i existed. exist. chances are they will not last. and yet they will go on and probably find themselves one day in a situation very much like my own at the moment. confused, warm, and a little bit sad. 

i can only hope that should they too find themselves there, that they might also be listening to the helio sequence.

through everything, now, i can only thank you for staying lovely.

party people

walked to the El Rey last night for Z-trip and MSTRKRFT. woo woo!

we got there pretty late towards the last half of z-trips set and pretty much walked down the isle and stood in the front row. not too bad considering there were hundreds of people there before us. 

the music was fantastic 

and the crowd was pretty wild. 

natalie heard that mstrkrft was spinning again at LAX so we cabbed it to hollywood to witness. i figured we wouldn't get in, and it was already like 1 in the morning, but we were all pretty sloshed so it seemed like a good idea.

it was.

another good crowd that we shoved our way to the front of. steve aoki was there playing around and he spun with them a little. 

completely incredible.

LAX seemed fun, not completely overrun by douchebags with bad cologne, anyway. might go there again but not to drink seeing as i am currently jobless.

left my phone in the taxi on the way home and had to pay an extra 30 bucks so the cabbie could deliver it to me that night at 4 in the morning, but it worked out and now i've got my phone. 30 bucks is cheaper than a new one anyway.

the night was amazing, my friends are amazing, everything worked out. 

i am in love with the city again, for now anyway.

the first day

blogs are so silly. 

i want to learn how do do all the cool things but i always get so lazy. this is like my fifth blog. each prior consists of an entry almost exactly like this.

anyway, we'll see.

peace&sun