No rest for the wicked

We are so blessed. If a blessing is the right word to use. Lucky maybe? Perhaps fortunate is what I'm looking for. Sounds less religious or Las Vegas than the other two.
Anyway, life lately has been an utter mad house. With this group of friends it seems there is something going on nearly every night.

Between kickball, Cheesy Movie Night (CMN...say it outloud, it's funny), birthdays, slumber parties, bar crawls, zombie walks, beer tastings, general Portland cacophony and now a fabulous post-modern style reading/ performance group added into the mix, I'm beginning to understand why my homework and projects are suffering.

I'll be adding links to photos and events soon so if you want to check it out, please do! There's always room for more in this group of weirdos!

oh btw, one word. Poutine!

Stereotypical blogger...

I'm so bad. So very bad. For the summer I had plans, lots of awesome artsy plans. I figured well, I can't get a job this summer so I'll learn to play the guitar, I'll draw and doodle and make hand drawn type and amazing, fun, creative projects that I've been dying to work on... then the 2 summer jobs I applied for all called and gave me the positions plus several photography/design jobs came in and suddenly I watched my entire summer of creativity slip away into the desperate need for a paycheck seeing as how Garrett was laid-off due to lack of work at his job.

Needless to say, with 3-ish jobs I kept so busy I never really got anything done, that I'd planned. But at least we could still pay rent!

Time to get back on the blog wagon for sake of my sanity and keeping friends/family informed. My Type Whore design blog will be updated more regularly as well so, there ya go!

WORKIN FOR A LIVING:


OK, IT WASN"T ALL BAD:

Photo a day- day 3- Rock Banding

In a desperate attempt to get in some photos under the midnight deadline for the day I snapped a few pics of an impromptu Rock Band get together in our living room. Actually I think I came home from hanging out with my sister to Garrett pounding away at the drums in a sultan's robe he found the day before at The Bins for like a dollar, quite proud of himself that he'd figured out how to grab his PBR and take a swill without losing the beat. His friend was slouched down in a chair I found on the side of the road earlier in the week poking away at the plastic guitar.
They eventually talked me into trying to sing along. I tried to sing "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" by Jet which is definitely a screaming kind of song if you wanna hit those high notes. I pulled my throat muscle. No joke. Could barely swallow for 2 days and my voice kept cracking. Stupid Rock Band. And here is the rest of it.

Photo a day- day 2- Goodwill Bins

We met up with some new friends and headed over to the Goodwill outlet store also known as "The Bins" in Beaverton. Basically you dig through bins of stuff, collect your treasures and checkout with pay-by-the-pound discounts! I'd heard some crazy stories about people getting in fist fights over electronics and others accidentally grabbing poop filled underwear hidden under top layers of clothing. And to be sure, you should make regular trips to el bano to wash your hands if your a germ-a-phob but I kind of wonder if it's all blown out of proportion on yelp by some sneaky hipsters who just want to scare others away from all the goodies to be found.

I thought this was really cute and mom on the left side of the pic was super embarrassed that I was capturing her kid in the bins saying "oh my gosh, that's going to look so white trash of me". Good times!

And here is the rest of it.

Photo a day- day 1

So I decided to do a photo a day. I'm going to start with a month and see where it goes from there. So far I think I've only technically missed 2 days but starting this I was less concerned about taking the pictures than actually putting them on my computer and getting them online in a reasonable timeline. So here's my first attempt, Enjoy!




From a shoot I did for a block party style wedding complete with old-timey trio musicians and gaggles of adorable screaming kids hopped up on sugar and sunshine.
This is one of my favorites with the two older ladies on the porch surveying the mayhem.

And here is the rest of it.

Big Ass Food

I can't quite figure out why whoever it is that grows my food, seems to think I want bigger food. Have you ever tried an onion the size of a human head? It burns the shit out of your eyes when you cut it, assuming you have a monster sized knife BIG enough to cut it, and tastes a little like spicy feet. This is also true for big ass zuccini. Minus the spicy part. You think you're getting a good deal but really, everything just sort of tastes like feet once it gets that big.
Feet, by the way, do not taste very good.

Fariday....NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! (LOST spoiler alert)

Last Wednesday brought us a sad and unexpected (see photo below!) moment in our regular repertoire of LOST rollercoaster like emotional states.

As some of the biggest LOST dorks around we use skype to enlarge our weekly LOST parties to include friends in Eugene. It's handy for getting good group conversations, guesses, theories and philosophical conversations about the plot lines going. It's also good when they have the wits about them to capture moments like this.



A screen cap from Eugene's perspective of us in PDX reacting to our favorite character meeting an untimely (and TOTALLY unexpected) end.

7-11's Big Ass Rat

Is it weird that I think Portland's big ass rats are more cool than they are scary? Maybe I haven't been properly introduced to what city rats are like because I see them and I keep thinking I should take it home, put it in a cage and teach it to do tricks for bread crusts like my cousin did with his pet rats when we were growing up.

Yeah. That's wierd.

you know you've picked the right major when...

You spend 10+ hours a day your whole spring break working on projects that aren't due for any class just because you can't get enough design, typography, photos, art, posters, tshirts, illustrations etc etc etc...

you know you're on vacation when...

The most important decision you'll make today is which beer to get before walking down to race your beach bikes.

Wickedly bad... and not 'Good' bad...

I love musicals. LOVE THEM. I guess I expected a lot more from Wicked with the book being so stunningly imaginative. But everything I loved about the book was thrown out and rewritten to subdue the dim-witted masses that clamor for happy endings and for every little freakin detail of a plot to be explained to them at length so that they can be sure they don't have to use their underdeveloped senses of rationalization and theory.
CRIPES!
Don't get me wrong. The acting, for the most part, was good. The costumes were sheer design genius. Some of the music was pretty ok. The 'special effects' and sets are what I would expect of a 14 million dollar stage production. But the story left me in tears. Tears that spill forth when someone has pillaged, raped and utterly dumbed down to oblivion the beauty of the original story.
Marty Hughley of the Oregonian puts it in an equally dispassionate, though more eloquent way: here at this Oregonian review of Wicked

This picture is a perfect depiction of our feelings about the show, even at the intermission.

Star Wars Trilogy (kind of) in 3 minutes

Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.