Things to be excited about

Whats this? A stop-motion animation movie about a talking fox? Wait...theres more... a stop-motion animation movie about a talking fox directed by Wes Anderson with featured voice talent of George Clooney, Owen Wilson, Bill Murray, and pint-sized dream boat Jason Schwartzman. All of this information is pretty much new to me, yet so far I have already heard some premature clamoring about Wes Anderson's adaptation of the Ronald Dahl's classic. They say that it seems to have already missed the mark. There are even some gripes about the animation looking "creepy" and "flat". Personally, I think it looks beautiful. I sorely miss the warm charm of stop-motion animation and hand-drawn cartoons that I associate with my youth. And yes, I'm sure that this adaptation will be chalk-full of all the witty quips and quirky moments that are the trademark of Wes Anderson films. I don't care that over the past years Wes has been crowned "king of the hipsters". I love him, I love all his films and his imaginary world and I'm sure Fantastic Mr. Fox will be just as charming and quirky as ever.

Kitties. I love kitties. All of them. Especially this one at my parent's house. His name is Atticus and he has the longest fangs I have ever seen on a cat his size. They just hang out of his little mouth, making him look like a mischievous little devil (which he is, but the kind of devil you like).

Modern Guilt Acoustic "Chem Trails" from Beck Hansen on Vimeo.

Beck being hard at work at covering the Velvets AND an acoustic version of his latest album, Modern Guilt. This rendition of "Chemtrails" is wonderfully dreamy. There is actually very little this man can do that I don't automatically love. And I know he catches an unfair amount of flack from these music snobs *cough* Pitchfork *cough* for not sounding like Odelay anymore. There are so few artists who have the breadth and range as Beck...every now and then I delve through his discography and am constantly amazed at how well his songs age and how far he has come artistically. No, he isn't exactly reinventing the wheel anymore, but anyone would be hard-pressed to find a musician who has the seemingly unsurpassed creativity that Beck has.

Music for now

The heat has finally hit critical mass. Its a long, slow ride into the cooler days from here. I can hear the faint clamor of my parents from the backyard against the tempo of this old grandfather clock. I want to go home and ride my little car into the sunset and back to the microcosm that is Denton. I need those hazy nights when up and down blur into one, bleary direction. I love the boredom and the time spent alone too. I always come here hoping to talk about the little things that I acquire, but always ended up swooning over the heat and nostalgic feelings I get when Im away.

Hell yes

Back in town with a new bravado and a brisk wind whipping through my hair. Gonna listen to the new records I bought and let my mom laugh at my musical selection. Gonna let Steven Hawking teach me more about black holes. Have to work off the extra happy pounds and cut the hair. Gonna look through these TeenVouge magazines and pretend that I'm sixteen again. Gotta get back home and have girl-time with my lady friends. Gonna try and not to spend too much time playing paper dolls with Beck.

not ded yet

Please excuse my three week abscence. It may be a little longer until the blog/flickr/etsy thing is back on all cylinders, been busy at work on my soon-to-be life as a Montrealer. This whole thing is alot more difficult than I ever fancied it being...its funny how love can make you braver (or rather, more reckless). The past few weeks have been a barrage of stress and unexpected worries, but I'm not letting it sully my vision. I know where my happiness is and I have faith that things will settle into their appropriate places when the time comes.

Transmissions may be brief, but keep your ears to the ground. I'll be stomping around soon enough.

Do the joy

Goldthwaite, Texas. Population 1801. It went up by 2 points for a couple days though. My best gal-pal and I took the scenic drive into the dead center of Texas to visit Jamè McCraw, an old friend of hers. Now, this wasn't your typical drive down the interstate highway through the copy-paste-copy-paste towns that now dominate the the Southern and Mid-West states. The little towns that we pasted through seemed as if they hadn't been touched by time or technology since the late 50's. No Wal-Mart, no Target, no Starbucks or Baskin Robins. Just some po-dunk ol' gas stations and greasy cafes. In other words it was great. Strange, though, to feel a bit like a foreigner in your own state.

At night the three of us hid behind Jamè's parent's shed to smoke and drink beers. While laying down on the concrete patch and staring at the vastness of the heavens, I felt as if I were suspended at the bottom of a great sphere and was looking out into space rather than laying flat and looking up. Try it next time. Be sure to play some Portishead and have a few drinks in your belly first.

The good heat.

This is the good heat. The kind of sweat that affirms the relationship between your skin and the giant star burning it's fuel 91 million miles away. Conversation comes easy well after the wine has stopped flowing and the food is no longer being served. Even though the grace period of summer has stepped past its pleasant threshold and has driven deep into the realms of inescapable heat sung to the tune of hundreds of hissing cicadas, we all sweat it out together over our equally as sweaty bottles of cerveza.

shoppy shop shop

New stuff in my Etsy shop today! Great boots, wrap skirt and necklace.