Interrupt Me Please

This is me, in a nutshell. It's starting to scare me. I am an Oregonian in NYC, trying to figure out what life means to me.
From the station I walked to the Morland Center and picked up a map with tons of walks highlighted.

From the station I walked to the Morland Center and picked up a map with tons of walks highlighted.

I have been feeling, lately, as if I haven’t explored enough of the city (by lately I mean always). And so, on Friday, Boy and I decided to jump on a random bus and head to wherever it took us. We wanted to see something new, something foreign and exciting. Go bravely where no one has gone before. That sort of thing.

So we packed a picnic and got on the first double decker we could find, sitting up top and in front (clearly the best place to sit). We then realized the bus was going to Hackney Wick. Which is fine, cause Hackney is nice, but we both had also been there before.

“It’s fine,” I says. “We can get off and walk to another bus stop and get on somewhere else and see a bit of Hackney on our way.”

So that was our new plan. But then we got off the bus and it was raining. Not the constant drizzle we always have, but like, real rain. And it was cold. But we were determined to be adventurous, so we walked anyways. And then we were wet. Very wet. And cold. And hungry, and there was nowhere to sit down and eat.

We took refuge in a pub called The Cock (warm atmosphere, rustic bar top, a brewery downstairs and dozens of craft beers on tap: we will return) and had a half pint each and talked out our options. We got on a bus and headed back to Camden and had a picnic on his “lounge room” floor and watched sci-fi movies.

There isn’t a point really, except maybe we should remember to be flexible. Also to check the weather, and not trust my spidey-senses.

thisbluesman:

beardsbluntsbroncos:

holly williams - waitin on june

the granddaughter of hank williams

she is a patient at the small local doctors office i worked at and she used to stop by to bring cd’s and food.

and her voice is amazing

Yo the Williams are so talented. Her and her daddy did The Blues Man, obviously my favorite JR song, it was one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen.


There’s nothing quite like a video like this to make me miss America.

(via thinknorth)

theparisreview:

THE EXPECTED 
Indifference does not happen to the garden or obliqueness to locusts everything tunes to the incidence of light these words blooming into a book with similar urgencies                  Yesterday fog clouded over the ghosts or they blinded couldn’t find us without blood or modifiers then night the manta that hangs out its vast exaggeration of fear                  Weather had again rubbed things smooth smooth and raw at the same time with the same velvet and saw blades a paradoxical world where the expected is the once unexpected                  we’re used to and dedicated to those acceptances with emphasis like a string of verys 
—Allan Peterson. Photography credit Magnus Åström.

theparisreview:

THE EXPECTED 

Indifference does not happen to the garden 
or obliqueness to locusts 
everything tunes to the incidence of light 
these words blooming 
into a book with similar urgencies 
                 Yesterday fog clouded over the ghosts 
or they blinded 
couldn’t find us without blood or modifiers 
then night the manta 
that hangs out its vast exaggeration of fear 
                 Weather had again rubbed things smooth 
smooth and raw 
at the same time with the same velvet and saw blades 
a paradoxical world 
where the expected is the once unexpected 
                 we’re used to 
and dedicated to those acceptances with emphasis 
like a string of very

Allan Peterson. Photography credit Magnus Åström.