Sunday, January 22, 2012

Making lists [2012]

I make lists when I feel weird, out of place.

Lately, there have been too many of those days, too often. So here's what I have:

Want to see live:
- Matt Nathanson
- Mason Jennings
- John Mayer (again and again)
- The Naked And Famous
- G. Love (again and again)
- Fitz And The Tantrums
- Calle 13

I already know I'll get to see some of them live this year, the rest I'm on the look-out for. I really want to go to SXSW.

Want to visit:
- Death Valley NP
- Canyonlands NP
- Zion NP
- Yosemite NP
- Grand Canyon NP
- Monument Valley NP
- Big Sur, CA
- Redwood NP
- Portland, OR
- Denver, CO
- Salt Lake City, UT
- Drive down the PFC from Oregon to L.A.
- Red Rock Canyon, LV, NV.

I to get to all those National Parks this year. I'll leave NYC and the MOMA for later.

What I want to accomplish in 2012:
- Establish LFP in NWA (each one, teach one)
- Get back in my size 8 jeans
- Travel
- Enjoy more live music
- Get at least one kick-ass self portrait
- Get back to yoga and hiking (it'd be good to do all AR trails before I leave)
- Leave AR

He dicho.

Edit.. I love checking things off

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Out of place

I feel foreign to my own life at the moment. It's past midnight and I'm not sleepy, although very tired. Coming back from Darby's tonight I was trying to embrace the night drive (cold, but clear skies... lots of stars and the moon rising around midnight). But I couldn't. Not even the sweet music was making things better. I was driving too fast, so I slowed down and called Paulina. She thought the phone call was strange, "WTF?" she answered. We talked for a while and I told her I was feeling strange. Then I stayed in my car talking to her for a while until she had to go to bed. I should think of what I want to do in 2012... my 27th year of life. This freaking post even feels weird. Where am I going with all this?

Where am I going? 

Where am I?


Thursday, January 05, 2012

I wrote a poem years ago

To The Love Of My Life

I lie each day to my heart when I say
I don't mind not knowing the exact color of your eyes at sunset
and the reason you don't shave on Sundays.
I want to wrap my arms around your life
and take your photo by the window.
No other story fits mine.
It's you and me.

So please tell me you will stay
and wait for me.
Tell me you long for my touch and hearing my laugh will make you whole.
Say you'll take me for a walk in the afternoon
and will seat next to me while I sketch the two old ladies
enjoying the sun's embrace.

We'll go together,
side by side,
and will be in photos of strangers capturing a story.
Our love story.
If you wait.