When I first moved to el paso, I thought I had it all figured out. . . When I got my first job, I had a picture in my mind. . . When I have a a painting in my head, I can see it perfectly. . . When I first met one of my now very good friends. . . he thought I was a prude. . . and I frankly thought he was crazy. When I woke up today. . . I thought it was gonna be hot. . . I thought I would be single until at least 25. . . I thought Apple TV was going to be a huge hit. . . I thought it rained at least once a year in the desert. . . I thought Pittsburgh was going to win. . . I thought I could make it on one tank of gas. . . I thought the word “pylon” was extinct. . . I thought the speed limit was 70. . . I thought I knew what I was saying before I opened my mouth. . . I thought I knew
But I didn’t. . .
because life’s more interesting that way. . .
much more interesting. . .
I’m suddenly very homesick
Girl Talk is musical graffiti to my ears. Building beauty upon what is already founded, turning it into something completely new!
I need to get my vespa license. . . seriously. . . I envy our european neighbors who seem to understand that vespas not girly, they’re convenient, economical, fun ways to get around town! I see alot more of them here in el paso than I did in Pittsburgh. . . But I have to admit I’m starting to see them more when I hit up cities like New York or SF. . . Do you think the vespa will ever conquer America to the extent that it has Europe?
A little under a year ago my brother, sister and I moved from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania to El Paso Texas. . . I’m not gonna lie it was a crazy feeling reducing all of our belongings to what would fit into the back of two tiny scions and hiking it across the most of the country. . . however as I look back, it twas freeing! You see, I hate stuff. . . clutter. . . junk. . . garbage that just keeps us immobile and holds us down. Since our move I’ve made a huge effort to not accumulate “stuff” and as a result I feel alot more free. What sparked this random rant? A Post over here where a good friend has inspired me to not give up in my dream to one day live in a tree 🙂
I’ve blogged before about the wondrous place known as the mattress factory in Pittsburgh, PA. The last time I was there on the second or third floor stood a computer, and empty chair, and a webcam. The project? I defined it as an attempt to evaluate the audience of the museum. . . (but we all know art can’t be defined). . . The method? Allowing museum-goers to record their thoughts and post them directly on youtube. . . The outcome?
Here’s a brilliant find @ a thrift store in Youngstown Ohio
I’m in the middle of a trip back home in Pittsburgh, so over the next few weeks you should see some of the gems I found while roving about the city of bridges : )
this one’s in Edgewood right outside of a great Salsa spot