What I'm Traveling to This Weekend...
- Ashley: My design team is a pack of young stallions. You'll be very happy with your decision to come visit.
- Brandon: You had me at 'stallions'. Hey, are there any 'mos in this Patagonia group?
- Ashley: 'mos?
- Brandon: Jeez Ashley: ho-mos.
- Ashley: Ha! Got it. No, no 'mos, but a few "I can't believe he has a wife and kids", and a handful of lesbians.
- Brandon: Ah yes, the ol' "I can't believe it's not butt-er" type. Well you know those boys, they're just one Zima away from turning.
- Katie: ... Neither of you will ever know what it was like leaving this chat, and returning to find this conversation 2 hours later.
Getting older.
God was showing off when he made you.
This movie. Heart ouch.
Mom Encouragement.
For context, today is my last day at WestEd. Come Monday, I will be working at an architecture firm (Skidmore, Owings, and Merrill) as their shiny new Project Coordinator.
This is a tremendous opportunity for me, but I’m getting that feeling that we all get when we’re about to start a new chapter in our lives. The magic recipe is a blend of nerves, excitement, hesitation, faith, and chaos. At this exact moment, my skin is the only thing that is keeping me from bouncing into all four corners of the room.
In moments of fear and anxiety, I tend to retreat to my mom for a few positive affirmations. In this case, I sent her an email basically saying “I know this is a good step, but please just tell me it’s a good step”. This was her response:
“You can do this. You are the master of your destiny. I have complete faith and pride in you. Now go out there, conquer the world, and move out of your flea infested home.
Love,
Columbus’ mother
(I’m sure this is the same speech she gave him when he said ‘I don’t know if I can do this, I bullshitted my way into this’)”
And THAT is why we love my mother.
Boys with toys.
Jobs and Wozniak, 1975.
My whole life, the idea of Iceland has been placed on a pedestal with the cue card of “dream vacation” tucked safely nearby.
If you watch this video and don’t “get it”, I suppose you never will.
Made in Iceland by Klara Harden
Regina Spektor is so freaking adorable.
I loved this song the second I gave the album, Far, a proper listen and I’m so happy it made the cut for her live concert DVD.
My Burden.
- Katie: I couldn't help it, my mind just went in the gutter.
- Mel: There you go again, taking innocent remarks and completely ruining them.
- Katie: It's just too easy sometimes. It's a smutty place in my head, but I understand it. It's my cross to bear.
- Mel: Wow Katie, what a burden.
- Katie: I know. A sexy burden.
A Subtle Kind of Love - a story.
He loved her in a removed kind of way, the way a butterfly’s wings can start a tsunami halfway around the world. He knew that it had an effect on her, but he wasn’t sure how great. On a certain level he was aware that if he were to stop, if he were to disappear, it would have a drastic effect. For him it would be one less flap of his wings, in a manner of speaking, if such a thing were possible without him falling from the sky.
And yet…
He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.
And she loved him just the same.
- Jake Christie
Best Fran Advice.
- Katie: It's the 'missing him' part that hurts the most. There's nothing I can do to make it go away.
- Mel: I don't think you should want it to go away. When it hurts, it's real. You miss him, he misses you, and there's beauty and love in that. It's when you stop feeling anything and you stop fighting to make the situation work-- that's when it, everything, goes away.
I have a lot of really GREAT memories with Molly, but my favorite would be by 24th birthday, so just under three years ago.
Molly flew in from her university in New York to surprise me. She was hiding in my room and my roommates kept trying to make me go in there so I’d see her, but I was being stubborn and wouldn’t get off the couch. Finally she jumps out into the hallway, I burst into tears, drop to the ground and pretty much lose my shit.
Anyways, that night, we went out to Chinatown to this place called Buddha. I happened to know the bartender so we were treated very well (almost too well), and I, being the birthday girl, got a little drunk. Molly was trying to take drinks away but I was being sneaky, so she lured me outside where she proceeded to throw cherry bombs at my head, which she had bought off of a street merchant. We were running up and down the block and I’m sure it was QUITE the sight to be seen.
Anyways, that was a very very good night. One of many that I’ve had with my little sister.
This is my family, part three.
This is my family, part two.
This is my family, part 1.
Demographic.
- Katie: Have you seen Jason's new incentive program? To get people to help set up on Sunday's, he's offering waffles to all volunteers. Jesus doesn't do it for you? How about some delicio...
- Luke: THEY ARE OFFERING WAFFLES?! I AM SO IN!
- Katie: ... well it looks like their marketing campaign worked. You're apparently their key demographic.
- Luke: Seriously, I'm there. The only thing better than the Jesus + Waffle combo is the holy trinity of Jesus + Waffle + Sex. However, I can easily settle for option 1.
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