Time Out.

To the Lewis county sheriff who let me out of an assortment of tickets that would’ve added up to ~$800, THANK YOU. My record remains pristine, even though I’m simply dense about putting my updated insurance info, tags, and registration in my car. You had no reason to take pity on me (and I’m not sure it was pity that informed your decision, anyway), but I’m so glad you did. Continue reading “Time Out.”

Time Out.

No Elbow Space: An introduction to AKA and the Heart Hurt Goods

On one especially auspicious Tuesday night in late June, we poured some red wine, turned off all the lights except the string of dim red Christmas ones, and I put on a skirt I don’t have any business even owning. We queued the familiar six songs of a local artist, the only songs of AKA360 on ReverbNation, put the list on repeat, and danced….

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No Elbow Space: An introduction to AKA and the Heart Hurt Goods

You old blue Northern

Some people have memories of childhood that involve getting stuck in one of those blow-up bouncy castles as it collapses, or longboarding in a parking garage in the wee hours of the morning.

One of my clearest memories from my early teens takes place in Ellensburg, Washington. Most Washingtonians consider Ellensburg the scourge of the earth, but I’ve always had a soft spot for it. I was visiting a close family friend with my parents, and we were gearing up for another friend’s barbecue/chili cookoff. It was to be quite an event: at least a dozen different types of chili, a spiciness contest, a cornbread contest, plus live entertainment. Surprisingly, I don’t remember the food much at all, but I remember distinctly the two songs I was supposed to participate in: “Quinn the Eskimo” (a sing-along extravaganza with live backup band) and this song, which I found sad and beautiful and everything I would want my life to be if I were a true cowgirl.

As I remember, I was invited to sing this song as a solo, and I would ride in on a horse and sing it from there with a single guitar accompaniment. I was never a confident soloist and got cold feet like crazy, so another girl (a gorgeous, seventeen year old, real live cowgirl) did the whole bit. I was so jealous and remember complaining to my mom about it, but what could she say? I’d had neither the confidence nor the preparation to perform it.

This is one of those songs that I searched for for years, finally landing on it and being surprised to find that I love it as much as I ever did. It’s not the usual thing I post, but listen.

You old blue Northern

You’ve got this thing about you that keeps me on the edge of my seat.

I cannot tell you how amazing my life is. I’m a pretty happy person, but lately I have just been pumped. All. The. Time.

My birthday is in a week, and nearly all of my friends will be there helping me ring it in.

I have fucking awesome friends.

I listen to good music all the time.

The student newspaper’s website is better than ever.

I’m setting up my own contract this quarter and I’ve picked out all my reading materials.

I’ve been flexing my editing muscles and I LOVE IT.

Oh god, do I fucking love it.

No one can rain on my parade. (Though the Olympia weather is trying its hardest.)

(Title of post from “Teeth,” by The Ettes)

You’ve got this thing about you that keeps me on the edge of my seat.