Been reading: The Shipping News by E. Anne Proulx (do not underestimate the power of fragmented sentences and the frosty landscapes of Newfoundland), Dylan Thomas’ Collected Stories (succulent short stories so rich you might have to shovel them in two or three times to feel like you tasted everything).
Been listening to: Patsy Cline (poor Patsy, such sad songs—sad, but magnificent), Led Zeppelin’s Physical Graffiti (tap into the mysterious brilliance by listening to it as a whole album—not cherry picking the hits with yr iPod), 20 Years Of Merge Records: The Covers (it’s only for 3 minutes and 33 seconds, but The New Pornographers cover of The Rock-A-Teens’ Don’t Destroy This Night draws back the curtain on things like fresh summer nights and raw hope).
Been watching: Twilight (it was cool to see Indian Beach and that the Native Americans were werewolves … but that’s kinda it), Final 24 (documentaries about the last 24 hours of the “famously departed”—saw Jim Morrison, River Phoenix, and Jim Belushi … Keith Moon is next).
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There’s something about the sunset over the Pacific ocean that gets me bad. Every time I go to California I take pictures of it and I always come home thinking about it and talking about it. A burnt orange ball of flaming brightness. Clouds the color of salmon fillets. Everything else just dark silhouettes, negative space, nothing that even matters compared to that blossom of brilliance out there.
Anyway, above you’ll see three generations of Sherowskis breathing in aforementioned sunset. Pretty rad, right? Sister, nephew, and good ol’ Moms. We spent a little weekend together. It was nice. Went to Sea World, which made for ample photo opportunities—all those slithery salty creatures, such a cool weird world down there under the sea. And we went to the Zoo, which, with it being 90-ish degrees out, was more of an exercise in heat exhaustion and sweat management than anything else. Lions panted under their thick manes and bearcats lay there bewildered in what little shade they could find. Most of the animals were MIA, cowering in caves at the very back of their habitats. I don’t blame them, I wanted to be cowering somewhere cool, too.
On the way out I flew over LA’s vastness and mumbled a prayer for all the poor souls stuck in such a vacuous urban sprawl as this.
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It’s hard to articulate how differently a heavily planned outing feels from a directionless Thursday drizzlefest that develops, after breakfast and a trip to the DMV, into snaking through downtown traffic and merging onto the 26 W towards “Beach Cities.” It’s hard, so I wont really try. All I’ll say is that indeed, last Thursday Lance and I found ourselves in Cannon Beach.
On the way we passed rolling fields of delicious green, a forest that had been cut down, unexpected sunbreaks and then rain falling at odd angles, and finally, a sudden downpour when we pulled into town. Had a quiet beer and burger at a brewhouse on Main Street—actually, I had the fish and chips. Kids’ size. And the porter. Then scrambled over sea rocks in the sunshine and drew pictures in the sand.
Nothing big, you know. But nice to be out of town on a quiet Thursday, with nothing planned exactly, just whittling time away and checking stuff out. That’s what life is, right?
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So there I was minding my own business, when a nice lady from Vans emailed me and said she had a pair of white Half Cabs to send me. OK, I said. Although in all honesty my reply to her contained an obscene amount of exclamation points and thank yous. I was excited, you see. Apparently the staff at Vans had noticed “all white Half Cabs, size 6″ as the sole item on a Christmas list of mine published in a major magazine I work for way back in December. And in their infinite kindness, they bestowed a pair upon me. Holy shit, right? Such is the power of words. Although…I have to point out, these are not really “all white.” Black laces and tongue, and red piping, et cetera, et cetera. But hey I ain’t complaining!
Thank you, Ms. Matthews and Mr. Overholser!
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If you find yourself in Colorado around the beginning of April, you might catch a glimpse of a big blizzard on its way cross country from the Pacific Coast. Don’t be alarmed—the almanac claims April as one of CO’s biggest snow months. Big wet flakes will probably fall down on you as you rush up some steps into the restaurant, you might even accumulate up to a half inch in that little dash, but when the sun comes out tomorrow there’ll be dry pavement within the hour. So just ride it out and enjoy what all the cold fluffiness looks like on the bare Aspen trees and how the air’s all muffled with it.
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