Noteworthy.

Two things i believe are noteworthy have happened in the past 24 hours. These are the two things that standout amongst all of the other terribly exciting things that go on in my day to day (i kid), and the reason i'm sharing them is because i think they might make one or two of you laugh, or maybe just grin a tiny bit.

#1 - At a dinner party i recently went to (by accident, more on that later) i found myself sitting across from a seventy year old man who had A LOT to say about everything you can imagine. The kind of guy who keeps everyone laughing the whole time you're in his company, and wears perfect purple button-down shirts, and can keep a conversation going no matter what. He began talking about how when he bought his 5,000 sq. foot loft in downtown new york for $60,000 in the late 70s when he didn't have a dime and went in with all sorts of checks from anyone he could find who would give him money, and from this story came the best bit of advice i've been given in a long while, and it's plain and simple:

"If it doesn't scare you shitless, what's the point?"

It was his variation of go big or go home, and it was perfect, and it made me want to take risks and do things that might not make sense because i'm young and that's what being young is for.

#2 - My very close friend, who will remain anonymous but may or may not be in a pretty well known band, has been talking to me the whole time he's been in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, and most of the conversations we've had about his stay there have revolved around the endless amounts of prostitutes he's encountered. The first day he was there he decided maybe he would get some of them off the streets by paying for them and then racing them down the hallways of his hotel. Another idea was to pay for all of them and then make a small army to go beat up their pimps. But when it all came down to it, today was the day the day he decided to do something about all of this and when the end of the night had arrived he paid one of these girls the whole night's fee plus some just to NOT have sex that night. Will she actually take the night off? Probably not. But it's the thought that counts, right?

We Love You So.

Yet another installment in the finding new blogs you can spend hours browsing. After doing some googling about the much anticipated Where the Wild Things Are release (trying to see when it'd be released in the UK and it's a day after i am back home anyway on december 11th) i stumbled upon this blog called We Love You So. It brings together all of the creative inspiration that helped the movie come to be with posts from Spike Jones along with a slew of others. A peek into their lives as they create a project that will likely become a favorite of young and old alike. A hodge podge of videos, photos and links it's easy to fall into.

The Little Things.

More and more i've realized that it's the tiny things that make days great. Driving down my favorite road today near my house i saw a turtle slowly walking across the street. This guy looked exactly like my first pet, a red eared slider named Henri, and i couldn't help but stop and put him in the grass beside the road. It took about two minutes total, but made me smile all day long.

A Six Month Saga.

(now)

(then)

The past six months spent at the dentist:

One tooth cracked in half. One tooth out of the bone. One tooth lost. Two teeth pushed back into mouth. Two teeth hanging on by a thread.

45 stitches in my lip. 15 dissolvable on the inside.

Two full mouth metal splints. Top and bottom.

Metal wire across the front teeth. Metal wire bonded to the back.

Scraping rubber out of teeth.

Filling in chips and nicks with cement. Blue light to harden it.

Temp fake tooth to fill a gaping hole.

Shifting teeth.

Three root canals. Then one more.

Medicated powder placed into teeth twelve times.

Novocaine eighteen times.

Cutting of gums. Drills into jawbone.

One dental implant. One more metal splint. Two more stitches. One crown.

One more root canal refilled.

Percocet. Motrin 800. Tylenol PM.

Apple sauce. Pudding. Water. Nothing hot. Nothing cold.

Eat before you work out.

Yellow Shutters.

A house with yellow shutters and bikes out front and lots of trees, please be mine?

Blue Vans in the Summertime.

Simple shoes in the summertime. Nothing fancy, perfect plain.

Where's My Time Machine?

Lots of the time i wish that i had a time machine. The reasons vary, but today it's because i want to go back to the era where drive-in movies still existed. When you could sit in your car with a speaker box positioned so you could hear exactly what was going on. Everyone encapsulated in their little worlds observing the same thing straight ahead. Time did a 75 Years of Drive-ins article and it really truly made me want to go find one of the 400 drive-ins that are still around in the US. Road trip theme anyone?

Let's Go Live In The Woods?

(photos via design to inspire)

I love the city a lot. A lot a lot. I get wrapped up in it, and love watching people day in and day out, and love diversity, and love that i can get anything any time of the day. BUT, and this is a big but, every single day i think about how amazing it would be to run away to the woods and live with someone i love and maybe a dog and a cat. I think i could be perfectly content in my own little bubble. Instead of being in a city where i seek out nature and find it charming and rare, i would be in it. Days would be lazy and long, full of cooking and reading and maybe working once in a while when it was necessary somewhere i wasn't committed to. There would be fires and long walks and trees all around. There would be dinners that lasted hours and staring into space and reading the newspaper to get a glimpse of the life that was left behind. There would be figuring out exactly how to be happy. Someday the city will be too much, and i will run away, and you'll have to come find me in the woods.

How Things Feel Right Now.

New.

I like finding new blogs that you scour for hours because there is something that strikes you just right. This one is fun, it looks like a dream.

Life.