Edith Macefield’s Home in Seattle. There’s a really great article about her here, which details her resistance to selling her 108 year old home to the developer which made the condos around her.
(photo: beatnikside, more at Extraordinarily Stubborn Nail Houses)
Paul Simon - The Obvious Child.
One of my favorite songs of his, and probably the reason I started playing drums.
the past week has been something of an intra-kara competition to see how sloppy i can get. last thursday i gave not one but two really long lap dances while my sorta-bf was sleeping in my bed one house away, then proceeded to chug yukon jack from the bottle while shouting “YUKON!” in between each sip (In the Whiskey Collective diary, I described the experience as “pre-abortion”?). not to be outdone on friday, i crashed a house party and commandeered someone’s bed, leaving the party at 8am without meeting the owner. last night i let my friends stab my arm to try to make a tattoo, until we realized making a tattoo was going to take awhile and now i have something that resembles infected heroin scars a la requiem for a dream.
Is this a:
a.) museum of natural history exhibit, OR
b.) an urban outfitters catalog?
Florence and the Machine - “You’ve Got the Love (The xx Version)”
I was in New York for CMJ this weekend and I thought I was going to see the xx and the Florence and the Machine, and was wrong on both accounts (sold out and Francis and the Lights, respectively). Since then I have been dying for a lil’ of both, and this song was just what I needed: glitter, disco balls, beats.
GPOYW mood is on the up-and-up
