first time cooking nilaga all my myself. didn’t burn the kitchen down and it tastes pretty darn close to my pop’s recipe, so i think it’s safe to call this a success.

the pressure cooker didn’t explode either. #goodfoodtakesafuckinglongtimetomake

what do you think she named her? they’ve got jayden, justus, and jonah for the boys… you think she’ll be a j-lo?

my dad trying to guess what raquel named her new baby girl.
they went with giselle, btw. (congratulations!)

so out of all things…

there was a skunk chillen on the flower bed at my parents’ home when i got there last night. considering i didn’t want to startle the creature and subject myself to a god awful spray, i was in the car for a good minute waiting for it to get a move on. 10 minutes later it barely maneuvered 3 feet so i called my pops. he came to the rescue and shooed him off with a flashlight.

eyup. no matter how old i am, i guess i’ll always be a daddy’s little girl.

give it to my pops to be a bargainer… even at the fucking salvation army.

been without a turntable for a good minute — it has not been easy.

currently saving for a new one (but it’s second on the list to a new laptop), so to help me get thru this in-between period, he decided to hunt for me, given all the free time he has (ain’t he the bestest?).

he was able to dig up a vintage record player + boston speakers at the lovely sv for a grand total of… $7.50!

now, that’s not how much they were orginally priced. he bargained it down. waaay down.

i’m still in awe at how much he got these for.

and no, i can’t mix or connect via usb or convert files to transfer or do any of that mess, like the last one could (he apologized for not getting a “cool new one”). but for $7.50 i am not complaining!

and yes, i could just listen to it all on itunes, but nothing beats the feeling you get when you feel the needle hit, the scratches pulse. music just feels different on record.

i’ve missed that feeling. and now i can finally have it back.

so despite feeling like death, this almost had the power to make my fever/runny nose/cough go away. almost.

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24 plays

one track mind - mayer hawthorne.

because i need to wake up, and he’s good waking up music.

my dad is hilarious. spending the day doing handy work around the house and of course, hitting up garage sales (seems to be his favorite pastime nowadays), the highlight of his tuesday was buying an ipod.

i’m surprised by this purchase — he’s never owned an mp3 player in his life. i tried giving him even a cheap ol’ sansa when they had those deals on woot! some time ago to get him acquainted with the technology, but he wanted to stick to cd and cassette players.

after i got home from work, i spent the evening teaching him the basics of the ipod and itunes. and now he’s banging on my door to wake me up so i can add more music to the platters and stylistics i’ve already added for him.

how the end of the conversation went?

dad: who’s that oldies sounding guy you had playing in your car a few weeks ago? it wasn’t oldies, but it sounded like it.
me: mayer hawthorne.
dad: yeah, add that to my ipod, too.

ha, gotta love my dad.

10 reasons why my pops is awesome.

(in no particular order)

  1. he covers for me. repeatedly.
  2. he always has a story to tell. always.
  3. he cooks better that your mama (yeah, i said it).
  4. he made me foccacia bread and ice tea today before work.
  5. he doesn’t need to know where i’m at 24/7. he just wants to know i’m okay.
  6. he had a fit the first time he found out i yos, but he hasn’t nagged me since.
  7. he’s the arsty fartsy illogical. i’m the other artsy fartsy illogical. my ma’s just the odd ball out. hee :)
  8. he knows how to be proud of me. he’ll say it, he’ll show me off, but he won’t parade me around like a friggin show dog.
  9. he has this last name that’s, yknow, kinda stellar — A) i’ll never get tired of the double-takes i get at the store, and B) i love it so much i probably will pull a lily aldrin and keep my name or do the hyphenation deal when i ever decide to tie the knot in the near/distant future.
  10. he loves me and he is loved.

happy father’s day!

yeah, yeah. it’s a few minutes after midnight, sue me.

.....fleeting moments and the daily grind.

from the city of wind, in a love-hate tango with nostalgia, doubts there'll ever be a point when common will not be relevant, revels in (eases) life's cherry pits, and fueled by words & beats.