It’s a Fragile thing, this life we lead.


Is there anything more beautiful than humility? I’m thinking not really. Epitome of humility in this short vid of Steve Gleason & Eddie Vedder. Two HUGE souls, face to face. Got 6 minutes? Worth your time, fo sho.

via ▶ Steve Gleason’s Special Bond With Pearl Jam – YouTube.

Song: Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town – PJ
Song2: Release – PJ
Song3: Hurt – NIN


Kismet, Serendipity and Pure Unadulterated Happenstance.

On the mind today:
Song: Light of the Morning – Band of Skulls
Song Deux: Got Me Wrong – AIC
Song Numba Three: Beyond the Sea – Bobby D.
Movie: A Life Less Ordinary
Book: The House of Impossible Loves – Cristina Lopez Barrio (Tragic and Hook, line, sunk with this bad boy. 50 pages left and want to stall. Not quite ready to be done with it. At all.)

Gorgeous Piece that found it’s way to my newsfeed and my noodle yesterday…..

“I’ve had a lot of magic in my life.”

“Tell me something magic.”

“When they were young, my parents met an American couple in a sunday school in Shanghai. Over the years, they kept running into this same couple, as they traveled through different parts of the world. So they jokingly made a pact that their firstborn children would be married. Then my parents had me, and the other couple had a son. I didn’t meet the man until late in life, when I was already deeply in love with another man. But I fell in love with him and we got married.”

“Wow, that is cool.”

“That’s not even the craziest part. Want to hear the craziest part?”


“My husband had three previous engagements. And the morning we met, he was cooking three eggs, and each of them had double yolks.”

Reblog via Humans of New York.

Grateful. Gratitude. And, mucho mucho thank-o.

Ever have one of those days where everything is a little more astonishing to look at, where your breaths feel a bit more delicious and cathartic and the pavement gets a little more bounce and precision from your step? Glittering eyes.
Goal today: To wring every bit of incredibleness out of this gorgeous day. For my mind, for my body and for any poor soul that has to cross paths with this ridiculously happy bastard today. On a scale of 1 to 10, I s’pose I’m a rainbow today.

PJ – t minus 3 & 5 sleeps. Must be it. It’s a great stinkin’ day.

Quote: “She said she usually cried at least once each day, not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.” ~ Brian Andreas

Songs gracing my brain with their presence (though honestly, it’s like I can hear no wrong music today):
Judith & 3 Libras – A Perfect Circle
Sleeping By Myself – PJ
Shake That – Eminem + Nate Dogg



A little rebellion now and then is a great, great thing.

Sometimes, it’s the absolute best to see something so wonderfully weird/delightful/shocking/awesome that all you can do is smirk and a sneak peeks from behind a hand over the eye. So great.

Dude’s a Bearded Joy Machine, for sho.

Steve Kardynal Gives Miley Cyrus's 'Wrecking Ball' The Chatroulette Treatment | Happy Place.

Song in my head today: Celebrity Skin – Hole
Song2: Black Skinhead – Kanye



Wind in my Hair I Feel Part of Everywhere.

Ah, build up is the best. In just one short week from now, Ed Ved and the boys will be kickin’ it for me a few thousand others in the glorious backdrop of the Rockies in a concert venue shaped like a Saddle.

My world is a much more beautiful place because of these fellers. And, I am so thankful to have such a huge chunk of my heart carved out for PJ. Ahh. My cup is bananas and runneth over. And then some. 

Song: Footsteps – PJ. This beefy twang and haunting drawl gets me every. single. stinkin. time. Gah. Heart explodes. 
Song2: Tremor Christ – PJ
Song3: Guaranteed – Ed Ved.
Movie: Into the Wild



Evocative Poseidonesque Eyes.

“Probably one of the best portraits I’ve ever taken. He’s an Irishman with blue eyes and has some funny marks on him. He was lying every night by a bonfire near a vegetable market. Some Hare Krishna types would come around at night giving these people soup, then they’d daub their faces with that absurd kind of religious sign. So he had to put up with that to get that bowl of soup. You can see he’s a man whose soul has been destroyed .” Homeless Irishman, East End, London, 1970. Don McCullin

If there was a word that meant hard to look at something but even harder not to, I’d use it now and here for this.

Quote: “If you’re reading this…Congratulations, you’re alive. If that’s not something to smile about, then I don’t know what is.” ― Chad Sugg, Monsters Under Your Head

Song bouncin’ around the noodle today: Bob Marley – Redemption Song. Also, The Smalls – Natural Woman & My Saddlehorse has died. Mellow and delightful.

Happiness is a Warm Gun.

Forty Five years ago (yesterday), the Beatles White Album was released. Pretentious. Vulnerable. Eclectic. Delicious.
Song in me head today: Blackbird – Beatles (White Album, obv) – Quote from Rolling Stone Mag: “Black­bird” is one of the beau­ti­ful Paul McCart­ney songs in which the yin-yang of love is so per­fectly fit­ted: the joy and sor­row, always that ironic taste of sad­ness and melan­choly in the lyric and in the minor notes and chords of the melody (remember””“Yesterday” “Eleanor Rigby” “Good Day Sun­shine” promi­nently among many) The irony makes it so much more powerful.”
Song2: Happiness is a Warm Gun – Beatles (White Album)
Quote: “You know, I’d give you every­thing I’ve got for a lit­tle peace of mind,” – I’m so tired lyrics, Beatles White Album