the miles we go.

writing and writing it starts ------->

I feel like my thoughts are a million cement dust particles, waiting to be solidified with water. But it's dry here. My hands are rough, and my lips crack ever so easily. I wait for water, but instead it snows. There is moisture coming; it asks for patience. But my thoughts are oh so, and my hands are almost, and well, my lips, they're turning to dust now too. Where my lips are no longer, I shall use my fingers to try to string together these particles one by one.

that being said.

I've been driving a lot more lately. With all the random-thought-conducive time, I've concluded who I'd pick if I could befriend one celebrity couple:

[i hope captions aren't needed, but just in case:
Zooey Deschanel & Ben Gibbard.]

s e g u e

A reoccurring question I face: Can I wait until April 5th for Volume Two, She & Him's 2nd album? (listen to them here.)

A reoccurring question I no longer face: Where should I move? Yes yes. It's true. I've been bitten by the bug of decisiveness, and it's poison reads... Los Angeles. Come late September, I shall be a California resident once more! Though, secretly, I think I might still be, given that I still have a CA address for some things, and I never changed my driver's license. As I've said before, I never imagined staying in Colorado this long.

Forward.
I feel like things are slowly clicking into place, as if my concerns and questions were the hand on a clock that ran by the month rather than the minute. It's all coming full circle. With all of this, there's a subtle exhilaration I can feel inside, and every day it collects just a little more pressure. I look forward to the explosion. You see, I've spent my whole life wanting something, and this move is serving as one more step towards it.

Music. Music. Music.
in honor of the information above, and the pursuit of music, i decided to assemble a quick look at what i use to make my music (as of now.)
left to right: mandolin, microphone, electric-acoustic guitar, old keyboard, piano, apple computer, classical guitar, cajon, banjo.
One day, real people will be behind these instruments... at the same time.

click on photo for larger image.

Entirely separate item at hand:
I've been having car issues as of late. Misadventures, as I've begun to lovingly call them. To be clear, there's nothing actually wrong with my car.
Misadventure nº1. Got stuck in snow coming down a deceptively slick dirt road. It was dark, it was snowing, and I had no cell service. I dug my front wheel out with a little dust broom and used my floor mats as traction. Injuries sustained: Bruised left knee cap.
Misadventure nº2. Got stuck in deep mud. Had to use kitty litter (I had thankfully bought the night before because of my previous 'getting stuck' encounter. It's an Alaskan thing. Everyone has at least 1 bag of kitty litter in their trunk up there.) Fortunately for me I wore my rubber boots that day. No Injuries sustained.
Misadventure nº3. Locking myself out of the car in the middle of nowhere with nothing on me, my cell in the car. After breaking my favorite sunglasses, thinking I could use it somehow to pick my lock, I took apart my right wiper and used the small, flexible, metal bar to unlock the door. (my car's old, I'm pretty sure anyone could get a door open.) Injuries sustained: Bloody thumb.
Misadventure nº4. Another snowbank. In my defense, I was not going fast, I just didn't realize how slick it was. I was ready to dig my way out again, but fortunately for me, a coworker was behind me, and with the help of two firemen who were driving by, the 4 of us got me out. I proceeded to take the next curvy 30 miles at a leisurely 20mph, especially given the night had turned into white-out conditions. Injuries sustained: a fragment of my driving pride.

these are for the road.
photos I took from my misadventurous trips.