This guy is brilliant.
Television by Sunny Day Real Estate

Don't you know that I'll be around to guide you

DFW Chapel
Crosses by Jose Gonzalez

Fern: a study

Blackbird by the Beatles, sung by Sarah

Outdoor Ecstacy

I would've taken some at night, but I was too biz getting lost of the gloriousness of outdoor shower complete with vanilla candles and tons of stars. It's fodder for love letters and thoughts on life. So jealous.




Marching Bands of Manhattan by Deathcab for Cutie

Coming Home

What I find to be perhaps the best part of this weekend is: had I not been able to get on standby - which, trust me, was a feat in and of itself just getting to that gate in time - I would have missed the entirety of Friday night due to my original flight being five hours late. I mean, how much more blessed can you be than that? What a fantastic way to begin the weekend!








Graduate by Third Eye Blind

very 'neak

Portrait of an Apology by Jars of Clay

City of Trees

Coming home...

Talk Down the Girl by The Veils

Girls with Slingshots

I found this awesome webcomic today and stayed up til midnight reading it. It's highly inappropriate and what my high school history teach would've probably refered as wordly. And I love it! The way these two friends are drawn is fantastic. But what I love most is the way they support each other in their odd, twisted ways (it's a bonus that Jamie still holds her V-card). It's humor at it's best. And these are the best friends a 2D twenty-something could have...

The Missing Frame by AFI

Comic Relief

The End is Not for a While

Plastic Bag Theme by Thomas Newman

Fallen

Morning Yearning by Ben Harper

A Picture for Walk Unafraid (my more wordy/less photo-y blog)

I'm not sure how I could've made this any more perfect, between the random words chosen from the text of my writing blog, the colors, the shape (hello - footprint - blog title - Walk Unafraid - PERF!), and all the things included. But I'm almost moved by how this turned out. So I had to post the little experiment and share the awesomeness that is Wordle!

There's no way to pick just one song of this incredible band I discovered today. So listen to all of them by Northern Room. (But if nothing else, listen to Last Embrace).

Contemporary Art

Love is Here by Tenth Avenue North

HOW COOL IS THIS?!

Yeah, that girl's me. I'm doing all kinds of girly jumps right now!

Behind every good Service Manager there's a Warranty Administrator with an electric chair.

Monotone by Splender

Shampooch

I have such strange days.



Notice the dirty paws being cleaned at the top...brilliant.


The Heart Asks Pleasure First/The Promise by Michael Nyman

I love this bike

When I went to college, I took a bike my family had given my grandma that she'd NEVER USED. Once. It was a dark purple 50s style cruiser with wide handle bars and the comfiest seat imaginable. One speed. And I rode that thing all over campus. I explored every nook and cranny of A&M with that bike, who I affectionately named Sam.

I wrote stories about my faithful steed (Samuel) and my fierce guard bear Curby (photos to come). Pages and pages of away messages that made my life into a fairy tale (complete with ECON ogres and GEOG gnomes and of course the dreaded Finance Witch). I ran out of the dorm crying into the windy arms of this two-wheel wonder, escaping to wherever that gear-and-leg-led mobile device could take me, as long as it was away from the reality of my freshman year. I was known for that bike, man. The Bench Boys of Moore knew me by that bike; and every time I'd go by on another adventure they'd say hello to both of us.

So when I moved to Colorado, naturally I brought him with me. Rusted, with holes in the seat, I still loved that bike. I even rode it a couple times with Jen and Colin, cursing the single speed on the hills trailing their mountain bikes. But still.

I loved that bike.

I was reminded just how deep that love ran when I arrived at Jen's house to find that she and Colin completely overhauled it. One of her body shop's painted it ice blue, the same color as my old Taurus. Colin painted the handle bars silver and put new handles on them that match the new seat and the stickers Jen put on herself. I hear there was major cussing involved with those things...

She even had one of her diesel techs put in a new gear crank! "Everywhere I went I found one person who was incredibly helpful, who helped to put it all together! And after I'd finished every part, you would call me and I'd have to bite me lip not to tell you what I'd been doing! Every single time! An amazingly helpful person AND YOU WOULD CALL!" So we biked to Qdoba and enjoyed the incredible weather in this magnificent state.

I. Love. This. Bike.



Ready Fuels by Anberlin

Day Old Smirk

So this is actually from yesterday, but it's pretty classic. It's 8 am and I'm on a soccer field in 40 degree weather with major wind.

Needless to say my cute silk top was an incredible waste underneath Mike's TWO jackets...
We're So Far Away by MAE

Bishop Castle

I am not kidding, just Google it.

Notice the circular top of the tallest tower. Keep this in mind when you come to the photo of me clutching railing for dear life just before taking a photo. I'm pretty sure that wasn't the smartest thing I've ever climbed, and I can promise you it is NOT structurally sound.

My architect grandad would have a heart attack!

But it's so. Freaking. Cool.



Especially this room. This is, technically, the third floor. Sort of. It's not exactly laid out like normal. But nothing about this structure IS normal!


Mike was finding his happy place while walking the scaffolding on the third and a half floor...

Not kidding.

There was some serious shaking going on at the top. Glad I've done it, never will again!!!


Mike: "Awww, hail no. There's no way I'm goin' up there."




Breakfast by Newsboys