Ryan Adams at Austin City Limits- To Be Young

Great, great song. Ryan is funny as fuck. LOVE.

Quote of the day:

Chris: "if you get any more jerz up in your vag we're going to have to give it a 609 area code"

It's so true.

Yeah, I've got flair...

Quote of the night:

"You know what I want babe? Cool guys like you out of my life"

Nothing makes me feel as good as Heathers. Nothing legal anyway.

It's hard to find anything that tops Okkervil River in the lyrics department

Hot breath
rough skin,
warm laughs and smiling,
the loveliest words
whispered and meant
you like all these things.

But, though you like all these things
you love a stone.
You love a stone,
because it's smooth and it's cold.
And you'd love most
to be told
that it's all your own.

You love white veins,
you love hard grey,
the heaviest weight,
the clumsiest shape,
the earthiest smell,
the hollowest tone
you love a stone.

And I'm found too fast,
called too fond of flames,
and then I'm phoning my friends,
and then I'm shouldering the blame,
while you're picking pebbles
out of the drain,
miles ago.
You're out singing songs,
and I'm down shouting names
at the flickerless screen,
going fucking insane.
Am I losing my cool,
overstating my case?
Well, baby what can I say?

You know I never claimed
that I was a stone.
And you love a stone.
You love white veins,
you love hard grey,
the heaviest weight,
the clumsiest shape,
the earthiest smell,
the hollowest tone
you love a stone.

You love a stone,
because it's dark and it's old,
and if it could start
being alive
you'd stop living alone.
And I think I believe that,
if stones could dream,
they'd dream of being laid
side-by-side,
piece-by-piece,
and turned into a castle
for some towering queen
they're unable to know.

And when that queen's daughter
came of age,
I think she'd be lovely
and stubborn and brave,
and suitors would journey
from kingdoms away
just to make themselves known.

And I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought
fresh bouquets every day
when she turned him away
to remember some knave
who once gave
just one rose, one day, years ago.

One thing I know for certain, I'm pretty sure, It ain't over, I'm not done

My life feels like My Life again.

High-five Universe!

Bigfoot lodge with a cute boy. Making out. Fun sex. Bingo! Crying for the last time. Free shots of Fernet. Event Horizon. Puking. Sleeping. Emergency stash of Xanax. Laughing at the ridiculousness of what was the closest thing I had to a romantic situation. Laughing at that guy. Business meeting at Olive Happy Hour. Watermelon martinis. Noeteca. Good wine, amazing food, inappropriate conversation. Random SOMA warehouse party with a swing in the middle of the night. More Event Horizon. More fun sex. Coffee and sandwiches. Toronado all afternoon. Blowing off a party at Grace Cathedral for obvious reasons. It's Always Sunny and metal and making out. More fun sex. Much needed sleep. Waking up this morning and feeling reborn.

As for the other thing, it ended how it began: abruptly and out of nowhere. I'll probably never understand, and that's ok. I can appreciate it for what it was, and most of the time it was great. The. End.

And I looked at the sky, and knew someday I'd die, and then everything would be alright..

What did you do when you saw that I'd gone
did you stand very still and did tears come falling?


O you want that picture don't you darling
of poor little me standing there bawling?
well it's true that I cried
but then I went outside
and I stood very still in the night
and I looked at the sky
and knew someday I'd die
and then everything would be all right


it's all right
and everything comes
down to this
that everything there ever was
or will be
is all there is


Where did you go once you'd wrote me that note
was a weight lifted off of your shoulders did you fly?


O you want that picture, don't you darling
of heartless cold me
flying not falling?
well, it's true that I soared
but then I went outdoors
and I stood very still in the night
and I looked at the sky
and knew someday I'd die
and then everything would be all right


it's all right
and everything comes
down to this
that everything there ever was
or will be
is all there is

$3000 worth of "Southern Steel"

Columbidae

Bonezone?

(8:46:17 PM) Marie: ok so i'm in the process of setting up dates number 2 and 3 for this week
(8:46:23 PM) Marie: if i respond to this other guy i'll have 4
(8:46:24 PM) Marie: ha
(8:46:36 PM) Chris: jaysus
(8:46:41 PM) Chris: don't get raped
(8:46:59 PM) Marie: dudes should be scared of me raping them
(8:47:05 PM) Chris: they are

JOKES

Blue Valentines

Valentines Day has never been a day that's meant much to me, whether
I'm in a relationship or not. The only memory I even seem to have
attached to February 14th is that it was the day I was supposed to
move back to San Diego from New Jersey and instead got stuck in a
blizzard in Philadelphia and had to stay there overnight. So a pretty
miserable memory.
Growing up I would sometimes celebrate the Roman Lupercalia,
though in a more symbolic way than an actual Roman-style celebration.
Back in "Roman times" males would run around whipping women to ensure
marriage and fertility. I suppose I did get pretty damn whipped this
year, but figuratively, not in the super fun kinky way.
I sort of always figured I would end up exactly where I am and being
right is always nice. I'm really fucking grateful for my friends,
every single one of whom came through for me in any way they could. On
the way home from getting absolutely wasted with Chris and Josh, I
found a white dove hanging out on the sidewalk. It was obviously
someone's pet because it was very tame and it couldn't fly. All its
flight feathers had been clipped. I was pretty sad I couldn't take it
with me and in my drunk state was sure it was going to get hit by a
car and die. I'm used to my dreams being ridiculously symbolic, but
fuck if I've ever had my life be.

PONY SHOTS: To "just fucking"!

If anyone gave me this, I might be forced to swoon.

It would be a mild swooning though. I'm all better.




The Bone Zone is being updated again. MAGANRORD is getting a shit ton of attention. It's pretty damn exciting. It's also made me busy as fuck. I like it.

Minutiae

 

 

 

 

MAGANRORD

We've launched our bird blog. It is epic. And metal. And brutal as fuck.

Follow us on twitter at Rock and Caw.

My Morning Run (Steps at 15th and Kirkham)

I went back to San Diego for Xmas.

Presented in reverse-chronological order. For the rest, check my flickr

New Terrarium

So I went to Stow Lake and collected some specimens for new terrariums this past weekend. This is the new one I made:

I also added new plants to these two old ones:

I still have some moss and tiny plants left, I just need to get more jars. I'm pretty happy with how the collection is growing.

In other news, Logan and I have started a blog about the various wildlife found on the island. It's going to be awesome and has the most black metal name ever, which Charles came up with: Maganrord. Marie + Logan + Rock + Bird. Pseudo non sequitur for the win! I'll link it here once we get it all pretty.

Post 2: People & Food

So one night Logan, Danielle, Micah, and I went to the Knockout to play bingo after pregaming at Pi. Riiiiidiculous things ensued. Which you can see captured on film by clicking this picture:


Also there's a picture of Johnny in the set. NOM.

Then Chris and Josh came over and we all had Thanksgiving together. I made roasted cornish game hen and a shit ton of other delicious things. Check it all out by clicking on my delicious-looking plate of food:


A few days later I made this amazing pot pie with some of the leftovers:

It contained roasted asparagus, brussel sprouts, onion, potatoes, zucchini, and mushrooms, along with peas and broccoli, and all of the meat from a leftover game hen, in a homemade chicken velouté sauce, topped with homemade pastry dough. It was so much better than you can even imagine.

Post 1: Nature

So I was going to do separate posts for each series of photos I have from the various things I've been doing but honestly, it's too much of a pain. So this one will be about nature.

First I went hiking at the ruins of the Sutro Baths and then went and hung out in Sutro Heights Park. Click the image to check out the set on Flickr:



A week later I went birdwatching/hiking in various areas. I walked from the Golden Gate Bridge across Crissy Field to the Palace of Fine Arts and then took the bus down to Golden Gate Park and went to Stow Lake. Click for the Flickr set:


Yesterday I was at Stow Lake. I saw a weird juvenile gull with grey/white legs:

Discovered that Mew Gulls:

will hover in the air in front of you and catch food that you throw in the air to them.
And saw one of the Great Blue Herons:



And last, but definitely not least, we've had a Peregrine Falcon hanging out on the island for the past week or so. It is awesome.

More pictures of it here.