he's a crazy bastard, but come on

When I think about the worst things that have ever happened to me (aside from the deaths of friends and family), I can't imagine what my life would be like now had they not happened. Heartbreak, in particular, falls in this category.

There's no success like failure, and ... failure's no success at all.
—Bob Dylan



ps - one of the worst shows I've ever been to was Bob Dylan in Chicago. Amos Lee and Merle Haggard opened for him and they were both infinitely better. Especially Amos - he's awesome live ;)

Karen O and The Kids

I have been listening to the soundtrack from Where The Wild Things Are for weeks now. It's the best album to listen to while navigating SF's public transportation.

I love Karen O and I love the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but I didn't know the rest of the "kids" include her bandmates Brian Chase and Nick Zinner. Oh, and Dean Fertita from the Dead Weather and Jack Lawrence from the Raconteurs - 2 bands I love.love.love - contributed.

hawaii vs mexico

vs.

top 5 moments of the last 5 days

$3 sangria at LaLoLa


halfway through season 1


Milton loves all the new parks


new rug from west elm


getting the last can of pumpkin
(dents and all)

Now for something more positive

My co-worker shared this with me today

for serious though

I've been thinking a lot about relationships and people that purposely make you feel bad about yourself. I get it when it's accidental - I think I'm definitely guilty of that sometimes. Honesty is double-edged sword and I often forget to fully think about what I say before I say it. I also understand that as I get older, the people I know and surround myself with get more and more set in their ways. It becomes harder to be tolerant of differences in tastes, behavior, etc.

However, I have a handful of people in my life that will once in awhile say straight-up mean things, clearly intending to do harm. Things that I don't notice at first, but on recollection realize their intent. Things that aren't worth confrontation, but that add up to a fairly nasty package.

My musing here, and my hurt feelings, leads to this: At what point do I put my arm out and push a little? Separate myself from wanting these people to be close to me? Am I overestimating my relationships with these people?

And on a different note: Why, at 31, is it still so easy to get hurt feelings? When will I grow this thicker skin?

Heart Skipped a Beat

My current obsession was not happened upon. Sarah and Sarah recommended it to me on more than one occasion.

Thank FSM I have friends with such kick-ass taste in music to do all the work for me.