Most excited to see

will miss ya, cj.

In no particular order, 'cause it's hard enough to choose just a few.

Tegan & Sara
LCD Soundsystem
Band of Horses
Broken Social Scene
My Morning Jacket (I hear they really shine at festivals)
Kid Cudi (duh)
Booka Shade
Z-trip
Local Natives
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the Sunshine. oh that sweet sunshine.
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my girl, Sarah Kate, in town for the show. her southern accent is ever-contagious. especially after a few days and perhaps a few drinks. Accent for the weekend, here I come. Quincy, Washington here we come.

My Morning Jacket - One Big Holiday from Adi Kanlic on Vimeo.

Adieu!

Oil hits Louisiana

Generally I see this space as an opportunity to re-post & share goodness, but this is worth sharing. And is not fun. Went to a coffee shop this morning and saw a headline that we've all seen now every morning for over a month. This is what mourning feels like.

Oil Reaches Louisiana.

City of Colors

Link shared from an old HS friend. Reminds me of the instinct I had last fall while driving through southern, rural, seemingly ghostlike towns to sneak from town to town one night with cans of brightly colored paint and cover walls. Not all of the walls, but prominent ones. Like accent walls. Ones that, like these, would brighten the personality of the town just a bit. Of course, we would need artist Sarah Moffett to make them anything like these that are being constructed throughout Brazil.



See more pictures at Haas & Hans: Painting Brazil 34 buildings at a time. Really amazing stuff.

Amazing, eh? Who's with me?

People Per Square Mile

Wikipedia, FTW.

I like these broad pieces of knowledge that fundamentally shift the way you see and understand and can talk about things. No wonder my pictures from the past few years are of people, yes, but tiny people in front of empty and unbelievably large backdrops.

And it's no wonder that the political process is more accessible here.

Ladies and Gentleman, Oregon... with a whopping 39 people per square mile, in contrast with the US average which is 86.2, in further contrast with DC which has 9,581.3!

Click to enlarge photo: Trevor and Justin sprinting down Mt St Helens, August 2009

What I say and What I mean

Really digging recently discovered California girl trio, 'the Like'.

Long Day

11:55 pm and I can feel the blood receding from my limbs as I type this. Just returned home from the coast with a volunteer and friend, Minda, who joined me on this evening's venture to Cannon Beach. I try to stick my toes in the sand with each trip but though the drive out was sunny and majestic, once we hit the coast it was rain rain rain. We stopped in a fireside cafe for seafood and a porter, took the excuse to eat slow and be 20 minutes late to the meeting.

It's true that I've recently renewed my vows with punctuality, but sometimes it feels good to be intentionally late.

Maybe I felt that freedom because of this donut I saw this morning.



It was, after all, a damn good Tuesday. Even had Thai food for lunch, what a treat. <3.

Bridges and Coastline

I love this bridge. It's connects Newport to 101 south, and spans the Yaquina Bay. Soon to host the new NOAA site. Research and vessels and bridges, oh my!

"Say what some poets will, Nature is not so much her own ever-sweet interpreter as the mere supplier of that cunning alphabet, whereby selecting and combining as he pleases, each man reads his own peculiar lesson according to his own peculiar mind and mood."

Herman Melville, 1852

Cold in PDX

Record low temperatures for May 4th. Shall we take the time to reminisce on the early bites of Spring that were so unexpected? The week that the cherry blossoms seemed like if they kept blooming they would burst.

Quarter Century

Birthday Poster Complements of Ian Greenfield's PhotoShop prowess

Hannah turned 25 last Saturday, May the 1st. Adriel, Sophie, Hannah and I loaded in the car and set off for Hood River. It was a damn good time. AND, her and I both caught a trout.


The best story I heard all day was that in response to her being born at Noon, her Dad constantly reminds her that she made him miss lunch. Cuteness.

Savin' the pennies, killin' the turtles

Just read a disturbing article about 'what could have been' regarding the BP Oil Spill off the Gulf Coast. Barf.

Another worker familiar with the rig told the lawyers that the company had chosen not to install a deep-water valve that would have been placed about 200 feet under the sea floor. Much like blowout preventers, devices that are meant to seal leaks, this valve could have served as a cutoff of last resort in explosions, the lawyers said

If you read further in this NYTimes article, it states also that the rig was/(is?) drilling 2-4,000 feet deeper than they had/(have?) a permit for.

I have officially reinstated the search for environmental graduate programs.

So many things to learn

Things I currently want to be engaged in and already a master of:

- the drums
- spanish
- jewelry mastery (especially working with silver)
- website design
- a hold on my next step
- yoga or tai chi of some sort
- owning a scooter

but I'm so tired. And ate too many chocolate covered espresso beans earlier, thus... yeah... the crash.