Canoe is my new favorite band.

Have a listen here.

Kudos to my new friend, Skyler, for introducing me to them.

So... today is markedly worse than yesterday. Thankfully, we filmed a BOTW video yesterday with the pretty set from Saturday, so now music can be on hold for a little bit while I get wicked sick with the cough that's been coming on and my finger can internally bleed and purple some more. Because I don't have to sing or play the piano in the near future. Phew.

AUGH.

Yesterday afternoon I smashed my finger in the door. This picture doesn't really capture the color very well, but it's basically black underneath my fingernail. It hurts to type and last night I took painkillers for it because I couldn't sleep. It was ridiculous.

Complain complain complain.

Joie de Vivre

She has cities in her pockets

And keeps all the people she loves best in them

They pay a little rent and she pulls them out from time to time

To talk with the people she loves best

I don’t have a city there, or in my heart, or in the lines of my palms

But I have a heart and a mind and lines on my palms

And today I was outside

Feeling the grass, knotting it in my fingers

The sun bright and gold on my eyelashes and legs

And I stretched back and yawned and felt the warmth

Of the collected summers’ sunshine

And there, in this city

(Which may be in the pocket of someone who loves me)

Hearing new voices

Learning new names

Watching new faces

And becoming enthralled and overjoyed by the beautiful minds of strangers

Knowing how much they will matter in the future

Or, hoping they will matter as much as

This is the feeling:

Knowing myself and knowing what makes time move for me

Knowing that I will always want to hear a new voice

To learn a new name and watch a new face

All the unpleasantness of other voices, other faces, other names

Is gently blown from my waxing memory

And I move those names to a city outside every part of me.

This sun will leave my skin and this warmth will leave my arms and legs

But I will keep them on my roster

And when they come back I will recognize them, true

And best I will know the names of these, and that I knew them here

And that we shared this sun, this grass

This will make the days, the clocks worth their ticking

To know each, to name each, to be named and known in turn

And to save those blades of grass in the city where it is always the end of summer

And where there are always new faces and old, entering and leaving my pocket.

There's a stack of clouds hovering on my piano.

This show is going to be so awesome.

(Yesssssss.)

Things:

On Wednesday, I am playing at a special edition of Acoustic Explosion with Nik Day and Dave Crosby at BYU's Varsity Theatre (more information here), and then on Saturday I am opening for Cody Rigby, Norther, and Book on Tape Worm, which I'm also a part of. :)

In other updates, I'm an FHE mom and super surprised that I like it. I get to research creepy 1890s music for Romeo and Juliet. There is a cute guy in my ward who I've talked to about five times. I am writing new songs and poems and getting better at the guitar. Also, I went on a picnic with friends the other day. It was wonderful.

Credit to Kaneischa for a lovely afternoon and this lovely picture. :)

Oh, hi.

Last night we had a sleepover at my house. This basically consisted of Hannah and I watching Never Been Kissed, talking until 3(...or 4?), and sleeping on the floor of our room.

These things make me really happy.

Little Sixth. (Or, HOLY MOLY.)

Can't wait to meet this kid.

Driving away I waved to the giants who had always watched me leave and regress and leave and come home again.

Look what I've done!

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I'm playing a show with my friends in two weeks and I made this poster for it, which I've been really nervous about. I do graphic design at my job, but I've never done a poster for a show before. Thankfully, my friends seemed to think it was cool and even the illustrious Adam, who usually draws the posters, told me he liked it. (P.S. There is a major pun in there. HA.) Anyway, I feel validated.

So.

My mom's been complaining that my blog isn't as... personal? as it used to be, because I keep posting pictures of things I like instead of writing about my life. I think this dearth of life-ness became more apparent when I left for school. Therefore, here are five things I have been doing since August 25th.

1. Going to classes. I am in Psych 111, English 252, Bio 100, Spanish 205, and New Testament. I'm also doing a music project with Megan Sanborn-Jones, the director of Romeo and Juliet, which is for credit. Maybe I should drop something, but I like them all...
2. Working. The other day I was cutting a giant piece of poster board and I accidentally cut myself with the Exacto knife I was using. Gnarly. The adventures we have in the TMA office.
3. Playing dress-up with Hannah. Um... yeah. We are six years old inside. Pictures soon. :)
4. Cleaning/organizing my apartment. Constantly.
5. Writing new songs, mostly on the guitar. Hopefully I will get better at it this year.

This is from Roald Dahl's The Twits. I always thought it was cute and quirky. :)

Poem from Spring.

Turned inside out, my eyes could see my brain,
My heart,
Bone after bone,
And every humming muscle,
And know the inward thinness of my sliding skin

Smooth as the quiet soul's dark eyes I saw then

A paper lotus--
Bare with white texture, and inward,
Printed and spattered with word and, inward,
With untouched thought, with non-words, with ink that should never be formed into words
And inward,
With the brilliant paint and glowing that is a soul.

Regenerating
Like a phoenix
It spread and unfolded
As a universe expanding, exploding
Accruing dimenson and breathlessly spinning, greater, greater
Opening, blooming, the insides pressing and reaching outward as color after color
Bloomed and opened and extended itself to the edge of the edges.
Still, holding out, small and silent and bright
The heart of it, golden and still
Searched itself, whispering,
Meaning sincere and true
And unrepeatable.

How to Be Alone.

This woman is wonderful and poetic. I'd like to be her friend. That is, when I'm not learning to be alone.

Also, I love video poetry and I want to make one of these.

Time Machine.

These photos (and others) were taken by Albert Kahn in the late 1920s using autochrome plates, which were used to create the first color photography. Aren't they intriguing? 

(photos: citynoise.org)

(Photo: householdname.typepad.com)

I live in a house of poets. They fit into the first category.