singin' songs at dusk.

just an evening cover of a camera obscura song. love them.

...it turns out her real name is petra

A letter to my sister. 


for her 


birthday.

 

photo cred: Sophia Agtarap

keepin' it classy

Yesterday I took part in my first regatta. Boating season in Seattle celebrated it's Opening Day and kicked the whole thing off with a string of crew races from Lake Washington to Portage Bay. My Auntie T was super sweet and offered to drive us to and from the Montlake Cut so we could cheer on GU (we happen to know one of Gonzaga's lovely lady rowers).

After the race my aunt picked up my mom and I and we settled into brunch at Grace's Kitchen.

I capped off the day with a night at the symphony taking in a bit of Mozart and Shubert. 

No one tells you that being fancy can be a tad exhausting. Hope you all had a sunny weekend.

ridiculous things happen when i stay up late...

this is a song about my next-door neighbor. some of you have experienced him yourself, so you will understand. others of you know that it is very absurd for me to be up at 3:04 in the morning. perhaps that explains this flapdoodle. either way, i invite you to enjoy my late night amusements...

Conan - lyrics

Hello -

Can you hear me?

This is a song about a man that lives next-door to me

He comes outside with a sword

He comes outside with a sword

He comes outside with a sword

This is a song about a man that lives next-door to me

He cuts our grass with a weed-

He cuts our grass with a weed-

He cuts our grass with a  weed-whacker

he's shaped like donkey kong

he works out to pop songs

all day long

won't see him in the light

straps on his sword at night

shades still drawn

he takes our trash out

like a gentle giant would

then he stalks his prey

in seattle's hood

and if you shout his name

he swears he'll come

to save you from the emerald city scum

This is a song about a man that lives next-door to me

He comes outside with a sword

He comes outside with a sword

He comes outside with a sword…

he's shaped like donkey kong

he works out to pop songs

all day long

won't see him in the light

straps on his sword at night

shades still drawn

Myths are made of him 

this legend man

It's nice to meet you

my name's Conan

We hear him in the basement

as he does kendo

And hear him practicing

his grunts echo….

….

My name's Conan

Ooo OH

***the "Ooo OH"  is the sound Conan makes while practicing Kendo.

now there's only one place that was meant for me

 

Here's to you Mr. Helm.

sweetness in the bricks

{discovered May 22, 2011 by c.m. fiske}

Sundays are cafe days in Seattle. And the cracks in the crumbly brick wall of Caffé Fiore store sweet secrets from Sundays past...(passed? past?...poetic license?...help.)

robin in the sky

{ari on guitar, chelsea on fiddle}