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Monday, July 19, 2010

Friday, June 25, 2010

Cool fact for the day: About BANKSY 
the beloved graffiti artist--no one knows his true identity. Except probably his mum and accomplices. The man's good at what he does. 


Tuesday, June 15, 2010


Tuesday, May 25, 2010

  • job
  • boy
  • weather
  • adventures
  • friends
  • guitar pick
  • dress
  • football
  • music-of course, a daily occurrence yet just as important

Pale Blue Dot

Sunday, April 25, 2010

A painting created by a local artist today changed my life forever. I knew there was more to the song by Receiving End of Sirens than I had fathomed. I used to listen to it over and over again as I lay in my mosquitoe-netted cot in Africa listening to the midnight noises of Lugazi. When I returned I still listened to it on repeat as I lay on my mum's bed in Mesa. Then I discovered this painting a few weeks ago at a coffee shop and couldn't believe that what I had imagined as I listened to the song was perfectly transcribed onto canvas in my local coffee shop. And today, as I was there reading my book I noticed it had been moved and there was the artist's name and number on a plaque next to it. An hour later I owned it and carried it with me as I walked home so happy. Pale Blue Dot. It's magnificent. Thank you Patric.

Here's the photograph that Carl Sagan had taken from the spacecraft Voyager when it's vantage point reached the end of the Solar System.
3.7 billion miles away.
Earth is the "Pale Blue Dot" in the rightmost brown line.

Carl Sagan's address relating his thoughts on a deeper meaning on the photograph:

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it's different. Consider again that dot. That's here, that's home, that's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

Dalai Lama

Monday, April 19, 2010

I picked up one of the Dalai Lama's books at the library today. Lovely man.

I went to conference's Sunday afternoon session. It was so lovely to spend Easter weekend with one of very best friends. We went clubbing in Salt Lake Friday and to a show. Discovered my love for Dubstep. If you don't know what it is I highly recommend youtubing it. On Saturday we went to another dance club. Too much dancing for a weekend? No, fortunately not because on a Sunday afternoon beg outside of the Salt Lake City conference center how else were we to score 3 tickets?

Last weekend I was also privileged to see my dearest Cecil. We went on a bike ride like old times. Life's so different now from where I always had thought it would be. I guess my imagination fell short of how circumstance and opportunity has panned out. Back in high school I never would have thought I'd have met so many cool people, moved to Utah, gained so many friends, lost so many friends, learned to work even harder, play guitar, harmonica, longboard, filled so many notebooks with words, visited so many places and cultures, etc. I've been really lucky; things keep rolling better and sometimes worse than I expect but it's always been good for me.

Anyways, life's aight. In limbo, but that just means new things are going to hit. And I like new things, it's like a breathe of fresh air.
Freshhhh. Outside right now is fresh. This tight song I'm listening to by John Grant is fresh. It's called Marz.

I'm going to learn it on the guitar. It's so lovely to have my guitar back. And to finally own a keyboard. I don't think my room mate feels the same way.

Also, I've been contemplating different summer jobs. Las Vegas-avid. Provo-not so much.

A Bus Stop Routine Ride

Sunday, March 28, 2010


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I'm going to visit Henry David Thoreau, and Ralph Waldo Emerson's gravestones before I die.

You're so Irritating and Likable.

Monday, March 22, 2010

I've been waiting so long for this sweet sweet 7" pair of Roc-it Dog shears.
And I bought them today.

Also, I gave my longboard, basketball, and soccer ball a breathe of fresh air today. It was so nice outside, I just had to play.
In other news...I wrote lyrics. I feel weird about it, it's my first odd attempt-but it seriously felt so easy. It turned out better than I expected too, I suprisingly would prefer listening to my own stuff on the radio rather than some artists out there. It'd be so tight to have your own radio station and not tell anyone about it. Just play good music, advertise for random causes, improvise a comedy hour, a health hour...a political debate...a sports hour-make that a sports minute actually...maybe read some stories...make up stories...host contests to win stuff... art tips...recipe of the day-but none of this boring housewife recipe crap...they'll be sweet recipes like how to make playdo, fireworks(not bombs don't worry), or rap songs....also there would be a 'music artist of the day', 'neighborhood child of the day', etc...and then back to good music. Hey, I may or may not make this happen at a radio station near you. Tune in.

Tu es comme le soleil. Tu laisse une marke indelible dans mes yeux quand je te regarde.

Trust Me Darling

Thursday, March 18, 2010

These past few weeks have been life changing. Musana Jewelry is up and running, I received a package last week from one of the women in Uganda with some of the earrings she made and a small note that said "Thank You". I could have flown I was so happy.
I love the people I work with, sososo fun. Cynthia and I saw Alice In Wonderland 3D. Oh Johnny Depp. I want to meet that man-in fact I'm going to make sure I do meet him before I die.

And I've been reading a lot of Ralph Waldo Emerson and I have so many questions for him. Emerson on Transcendentalism is by far one of the most brilliant books I have ever read. It brings intellect to a completely different level.
Which has also stemmed religious questioning a lot lately, which is a good thing I know. There's so much out there to learn still. Especially in Provo Utah, surprisingly.

And here's a song that ultimately sums up the past couple of weeks. I can't stop listening to this album by the Broken Bells.
[Broken Bells is an American indie rock band featuring artist–producer Danger Mouse (billed by his real name, Brian Burton) and James Mercer, the lead vocalist and guitarist for the Portland indie rock band The Shins. The project was first announced on Tuesday, September 29, 2009.[1]Danish music festival in 2004 and finding they were fans of each other's work. Mercer and Burton began recording together in secret at Burton's Los Angeles-based studio in March 2008 and describe their material as "melodic, but experimental, too".
On December 14 the band released their first email update, in which a binary-coded message stating 'The High Road is hard to find' was displayed, offering a link to the band's web page, now with a new color scheme, for 'further details'. On the morning of December 21, the band informed fans in an e-mail message of the release of their debut single "The High Road", which was made available as a free download on their official site.[3] The self-titled debut album was released in the U.S. and Canada on March 9, 2010.]

enjoy this free one: 

We Own the Sky

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Last night was a glimpse at a different lifestyle. I loved it. Reminded me of old times sleeping in my clothes on Candace's tramp, wrestling, adventures, orange fights, rafting down the canals, climbing trees, chasing sheep, Zelda, building forts, waking up in the morning with my shoes still on and then doing it all over again.

M83 - We Own the Sky


Sunday, February 28, 2010

I had the best birthday ever. Compliments of my awesome family, friends, work buddies, and coolest people alive. I seriously feel soooo lucky. It was one of the best 24 hours I have ever experienced haha. Thank you muchos. muchos. beacoup.
Also, I've been more involved with launching our jewelry business Musana Jewelry. It's been incredible to see it actually go from being a small desire to becoming an actual business. I was just reading some of the notes I took back in Uganda on some of the last days we were there. We interviewed a few women who we knew would be really good candidates to be a part of our business. Most of them widows, with seriously crazy life stories. We had our friend interpret for us while we asked them questions in their own huts/homes about their lives. Then we took pictures, and I mostly liked playing with their children. I still have some of their drawings in my notebook, I gave them pens while they sat there patiently waiting while their mothers talked. Man, I miss that place. But I'm really glad I get to give back even while being here in the States. One pair of earrings sold will bring a whole new kind of life for each of these women. AHHH I'M SO EXCITED FOR THEM!!!!!!!!! Anyways, I'll be working on the website a lot these next few days. I'm learning a lot about building businesses. Kristen is so amazing, if there's one person I'd want to be involved in a business with, it would be her. She's so competent and can make anything happen.
Also, Topher my brotha's birthday is today...2 days after mine. I made him this video, partially because I love the man, and partially because I was on a low budget. And I'm straight up delighted with how it turned out. Here's to you, TOPHER, honestly I'm so honored to even know this boy, let alone have him as a brother. LOVE YOU!!!!!!!


Thursday, February 18, 2010

Things I am incredibly excited about:

1. The Michael Jackson showcase on Friday for Club Style! I'm still working on the moves, I love our dance. These kids can dance like black folks, in this case, like Michael Jackson.
2. My hammock. My amazing Russians, Olga and Dasha, are letting me hang it from their balcony upstairs. I've been chilling at their place lately. I cut Olga's hair, talked with her family via Skype, her little russian nephew taught me how to count to ten, watched a movie, and had a tea sesh. I absolutely adore them. So very very much.
3. My birthday is next Friday. I'll be 20, and I feel great about that. One more year and I can go clubbing anywhere I want.
4. Potential second job. Maddie, one of my lovely roommates, is helping me get a job at her work place.
5. Mail. I've been getting some sweet packages. Little Blair, my brotha's, my mum, anonymous brownies? Thank you. Mail is one of the best things in this world. Speaking of brotha's: Parker is turning into a man...and it's hilarious. I guess I should not be thrown off by that fact, but in all honestly it's throwing me hard. Every time I talk to that boy on the phone his voice is a little deeper and I'm positive his hand's wing span interferes with him gripping the increasingly smaller cell phone.
6. I'm composing a song on the piano. It's about time I work on this. Sometimes I pretend Beethoven and I were friends in the preexistence.
7. My friend Cynthia is going to take a 'family portrait' for my roomies and I with her beautiful Canon 35mm and it's going to look a little something like this:

Michael Jackson - Black or White (Vs. Afrojack & Martin Solveig - John Marr Hello Edit)

Sexy Chick

Saturday, February 13, 2010

David Guetta is the bomb.

I'm devoting my life to FUN this next week. I know it's been FUN lately but I'm going to make it a priority to party every night. That's what college life is about, especially when you don't have the college to worry about, only the life part to fulfill.
Tonight's my last chill night I've decided. It's when everyone else is celebrating Valentine's day. So I'm sending Valentine's CD's that have nothing to do with love but everything to do with having fun. Hence track 1: Sexy Chick by David Guetta; track 2: I Can Transform Ya by Chris Brown..and so on and so on.
Other goals for the week: I'm going to submit an article into Salt Lake's underground magazine called SLUG MAGAZINE. I love it, music scene is 50 % of the articles and the other 50 % is made up of skateboarding, snowboarding, clubs, bars, and vegetarian joints. Like I said, awesome.

Stun Gun

Friday, February 12, 2010

Sometimes things are sooo good you can't imagine life any better, then the next day life can completely suck. Today sucks to say the least.
I can't wait to escape into my dreams when I fall asleep tonight.

A is for Armenia

Saturday, January 30, 2010

When I was at the Rwandan Genocide Memorial in Kigali this summer I remember reading about the other genocides that had recently occurred globally, and one that really stuck out to me was the Armenian genocide. Today, 95 years ago Armenians were being killed in mass murders organized by the Turkish Government. It all stemmed from religious differences and a build up of prejudice, which eventually was put into action by a cowardly Sultan who thought the Armenians were becoming too numerous for his liking.

I was just pondering these things today after watching Fox News while eating my Cheerios' this morning. "Slowly by slowly" is a phrase that Ugandans use all the time, kind of like how we say "little by little". But I think slowly by slowly, our government is being corrupted by some of the values we see out there in the world in completely hostile 'governments'. I'm not saying that we have a genocide on our hands by any means, I'm saying that if we want to preserve our freedom, it all points to one standard: God. I can't wait to be a missionary one day. There's the answer for all you Miss American contestants tonight: If we want World Peace, we need more God in peoples' lives, we need more missionary work.

Saturday Afternoons.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Life's pretty simple when you really think about it.
Sometimes, you just gotta sit back and enjoy that fact.

Monday, January 18, 2010

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I had to look up how to spell LLOYD on google and that gives me 5 times more satisfaction in knowing we chose that name for our band.

Our trip was awesome by the way, and when I say awesome I mean it. It was a blast of sweeeeet car rides, thrift stores, diners, chocolate MLK, snowmobiles, four wheelers, laughing so much my face and abs are literally sore still, letters (cheers.), little crazypunksweetfun children, "LET ME GET IN ON THIS", Amanda Bynes, visiting the Lava Hot Springs, meeting cool Idahoans there, rambunctious Sunday school, drawing (MOON), grandma jewelry, sleeping in, basking near fires, THE shoe box, the sauna ("Sorry Harley, we're going to go sweat now"), leap frog (that's right), Sash's parents, running across a silo of 50,000 potatoes then sliding down a 50 foot drop of potatoes, getting muddy from it, card games, jelly beans, making bracelets, beads, and dancing.

All in 3 days time.
Can't wait to go back.

S.A.M. Soul At Mischief.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

I decided that if I were to ever go solo and have a rap name, that would be it.
I've already composed a few rap songs. The thrift store floor has yet to be scuffed up by my shoes though--I need to pick up a four track recorder...

...along with a hoe. I'm going to start gardening soon again. I'm excited because Utah's luscious wood is literally at my front doorstep. I have a feeling gardening will be a breeze here compared to my native Arizona's soil...aka shallow cement dirt.

I do miss Arizona's shallow, cement dirt though. I mostly miss adventures in the desert with my dear indian friend Sammi. I miss the smell of monsoons, and the hot summer breeze.

Utah's wonderful too. I'm loving it here. It's nice to have two places to love so much.
I especially love partying here. There's always something crazy going on, and always crazy people to hang with. Speaking of which, Applebee's with Sasha is tonight, then some hot tubbing and sauna. Then, Idaho with Sash for some four wheeling and snowmobiling.

AND...I GOT A JOB!! It's at a restaurant which is nice because I know there's always quick good money there and then I'm going to get another at the hospital hopefully by next week.
Life's finally moving again.