Back out in the Sticks Again (remember when you are makin' plans, you can't trust the weatherman)

You simply cannot trust the weatherman, babe.

PENTECOSTAL PREACHER

(diapers in a double wide)

Prettiest Tree on the Mountain

Well I'm leaving
Walking back home
I don't care if it takes years or more
But as I walk through the hills of Kentucky
The leaves begin to turn red

And I think of you
Yes, I think of you
The prettiest tree on the mountain

ben sollee. prettiest tree.

meatloaf

I HATE MEATLOAF.

it's disgusting.

why would anyone ever squish already-squished-up-meat 

into a pan and cook it to the point that it 

becomes even squishier hot meat mush?

(and worse...some of them put ketchup on it!)

ugh.

worst.

diamonds

phantogram - mouthful of diamonds

too.

(this one too)

obviously we are day drunk.

favourite times

i love this picture of us!

Hey! Ho! HEEEY!

on a quick spin through the ol' ipod, the subconscious "hey-hey-hey-ing" of the righteous hipster came to the forefront of my lobes when i literally listened to these three songs, on random, sequentially. 

i know you will enjoy this hey-hey-ing goodness. HEY HEY!

 1. Sharp Shooters.  (click me).

2. Luminescence. (click me).

3. Monsters! (click me). 

A Polar Coat of Bubbles.

1. Follow the link to the song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjuxuG6shNY

and then let these words of summer, and warmth, and laughter wash over your frozen montreal bones. 

"I saw a bubble float past my window, fat and wobbly and ripening toward that dragonfly blue they turn just before they burst. So I looked down at the yard and there you were, you and your mother, blowing bubbles at the cat, such a barrage of them that the poor beast was beside herself at the glut of opportunity. She was actually leaping in the air, our insouciant Soapy! Some of the bubbles drifted up through the branches, even up above the trees. You two were too intent on the cat to see the celestial consequences of your worldly endeavours. They were very lovely. Your mother is wearing her blue dress and you are wearing your red shirt and you were kneeling on he ground together with Soapy between that effulgence of bubbles rising, and so much laughter. Ah, this life, this world."

- Marilynne Robinson. Gilead. 

strategies for surviving january

(day dreaming out possible futures avec toi: humble abodes)

us

during just one of many magical visits

wonder [ful]