Sonoma On Thursday
A perfect quiet September unfolding—Lance in Sonoma, me in Portland, lots of golden rays between here and there. Thursday I fly south, though.
Life and Death
I'm not good at funerals. Who is? Went to one recently for someone I did not know personally and remembered how hard it is to watch people you love hurtin on the inside and not be able to do nothing about it. For the next few days, I simmered on the subject of how important our people are to us—how they ARE us, to a certain extent, and I felt strangely lucky to have all my peeps gathered around me right now, whether in essence or in reality, keeping me honest and whole and stuff.
Reminds me of the below pic of someone's public art I came across one day on the Internets. Can't remember who shot it or who the artist is or really anything about it, but it's nice, right?
Summer Starts Now?
An entire saga of summer skate camp just ended (yay!), and without further ado, we packed up the car to go camping out on the Oregon Coast. To make summer and stuff. But I don't know. All the camp sites in every campground in a 50 mile radius were full. Grid lock traffic. Coffee shops packed with the obese and children wearing rollerblades. So Much Ice Cream being consumed. It was a horror show. So we cooled out at the beach for a bit and then split for Portland. The coast on a sunny summer weekend—I don't even want it. Let the kooks have it.
That's a sandy doggy.
Later that night, the Bracewells had a lil backyard ramp jam and called it the Salmon Jam. Loads of bros came through, old friends, new friends, people I didn't know. So much fun. Not another thing I'd rather be doing on a summer night.
Burn Out
"I sit by the fire of my life in Paris and wonder when this life here will start to burn brightly. So far it looks like those electric logs in artificial fireplaces burning with moderate glow and without sparkle or warmth."—from The Dairy of Anais Ninn.
Do you ever feel like that? I do.
Outstagram
They released Instagram for Androids last week, and just like that, I'm on it—after months of pining. I'll be honest, though, it hasn't really enhanced the quality of my life like I thought it might, and I don't know, there's something inauthentic about seeing the world and your experiences in terms of Instagram posts. Then again, want to follow me?
