There's a beginning in an ending.

I started this blog shortly after I moved to Seattle with the intent of taking one photo a day of something new/beautiful. It was a way of reminding myself that no matter how lonely I felt being far away from friends and family, that I could be proactive and create something new. I could explore and form a bond with the streets, the parks, the ___________. I was full of optimism at this point. I quickly discovered that unless I was taking photos inside of my house or from my car, it wasn't feasible to bring my camera with me most days for fear the rain would ruin it. Because of this, I stopped writing in here and most people who read it, forgot about it. When I started back up it began to change from something positive, to a venue for frustration and negativity with the occasional happy/goofy post thrown in. Now that I'm gearing up to leave I'm tying up loose ends and removing myself from situations that have helped foster this negativity.

The other night I walked around Georgetown, saw a crust show and snuck beer out of the venue with an old Phoenix friend while walking along the train tracks and was really happy. Last night I met up with my favorite (and only) friend from Croatia where we discussed our lives, experiences, and what the future holds. Before she moves away I need to remember to learn a few swear words in her native language. I'm excited for so much right now. There's a lot of anxiety in the unknown of the future but If I'm going to blog on occasion these are the experiences I would like to share and this isn't the blog for that.

This will be the last post in the land of, "There's Beauty in the Streets." I'm going to be making a new blog shortly that if you would like the link, I'll be happy to share.

love.

There's a Death Cab For Cutie song that I just listened to. I'm not quite sure that I agree with this line, "I think that it's brainless to assume that making changes to your window's view will give a new perspective."

I moved to Seattle at an extremely tough and low point in my life that upon retrospect probably wasn't the most wise decision at the time. However I've grown so much here, that at times I look back upon my former self with only a vague recollection of who I was. My core and ideals are the same, if not tattered slightly by apathy and age, and I do have more of a tendency to fall into a slight woah-is-me-whiner attitude, but i've learned how to handle (most) situations in a much more positive manner. I've learned what I need from a city, community and friendships and have been fortunate to meet some of the most interesting, creative, caring and amazing individuals to date that I wouldn't have met if my window's view hadn't changed. I think I finally know how to build the life I want and although the thought of going back to Phoenix for a few months to recoup and get back a bit of the spark I feel i've lost while in the PNW is appealing, my friend put it best recently when he said, "you can go back to comfort or you can go somewhere you really want to be and struggle to make the life you want." I thought that by my late 20's I would be established to some degree, but I'm not and i'm conflicted on what it really even means to be established. I do know that I want to find a home. I'm going to be broke for at least a year and i'm not looking forward to hanging out alone for a few months until I find my niche but I think I will be happy here.

day dreamin'

I spend waaay too much time on this site. I should be preparing rather than
day dreaming...

http://blog.move-to-austin.com/

Today I'm listening to nothing but J Church.

Thunder and Lightning

yup

This is what I posted on a message board in a +/~ of the week:


--- fuck people who make you feel small for wanting more out of life than a 9-5 office job
+ +++ friends who have a bonfire on the beach (with lots of Rainier)the first nice night of spring and understand what life is really about
---burning your leg on said bonfire



fucking...truth.

Cookies?

oh my.

http://news.infoshop.org/article.php?story=2009trotsky-cookies#comments

"Repost of english translation:

Eighty eight years of the day Trotsky directed the suppression of the anarchist uprising in Krondstadt, a group of bandits scaled the walls of his former house in Mexico City during the late hours at night. We broke the lock on his mausoleum and we expropriate the content inside it: a silver large vase that bears the inscription of his name, wrapped in the red scarf that he carried around the neck, containing the ashes of the corpse inside. We replace with care the lock in the monument with a reproduction that was similar in the appearance and escaped into the night.

The vase along with its content then was taken far away to a place where the vase was discarded and the content (a combination of ash and bone) were baked in cookies. These cookies then were sent, along with a letter that explains our actions, to newspapers, to organizations of Trotskyists, and to the groups of anarchist around the world.

While we will not repeat everything of our full letter, briefly we propose to give new light to the idea that history does not end with the past and still a small group of bandits can give new direction to fights thought long to be frozen in the time. We want to expand the fight to include dead objects of the past that hold hostage us in the present.

Nevertheless, if Trotsky is right about the history, we do not determine anything, but we are only characters whose actions were written in the revolution of October. As was his destiny, coincidentally, to come to be a cookie.

The ones that receive these cookies have a decision. Through time, the act to consume enemies have been seen as a way to absorb their powers. On the other hand, consuming the body and the blood of the dead person as a sacrament have also been a form of worship. We would want to indicate that, at any rate, the result is always shit.

For those a little delicate, we have tried them, and although they be a little sandy, they are delicious. The green dots, by the way, they are just candies."