Rest in peace, Scott Daniels.

This has been an awful week.  Last Sunday, on Mother's Day, my husband and I learned that our friend and former classmate, Scott Daniels, died unexpectedly.  I had known Scott since elementary school (we actually were in a drama class together in the 4th grade), and he went to high school with us at HSPVA.  He was my husband's Fleshmop bandmate, a best friend, and brother.  We have been so sad.  He didn't get the help that he needed, wanted, and was on a waiting list for.  He shouldn't have died.  He left behind a sweet, 10-year-old daughter and a widowed mother.

No mother should have to go through planning a funeral for their child, and then least of all have it be on Mother's Day.  Ironically, this is the second time that we have lost a close friend on Mother's Day. It is the worst.  We are all devastated.

We'll miss you, Scott.  You were a sweet guy and just simply astonishing crazy genius on the guitar.  The times that I've heard him play, I was glued to each note.

We will miss you so much. This shouldn't have happened.

Fleshmop song (audio) on YouTube: A New Song

Featured in this news story with Horseshoe

Video of Scott playing with Carolyn Wonderland

Instacanvas, ahoy!

Hello, there.
I now have a gallery on Instacanvas.  You can purchase items with my photos on them.  Wheeeeee!

CLICK HERE to see my awesome new gallery!

Let it be known that I cannot resist taking pictures of the Space Needle, pretty trees and flowers, insane chihuahuas, buildings, water, clouds, musical instruments, touristy landmarks, strange produce, sunrises...
...And other things.

Go!  Now!  Come back soon!

EDIT 2016:  Instacanvas changed their name to Twenty20.  Then they changed to a stock-photo only company (no longer selling print on demand merch).  Bummer.  Well, that was fun while it lasted. Still deciding if I want to add photos all over again.  :/

Schoolgirl giddiness

I happen to love the journalist/anchorman/interviewer, Charlie Rose.  This morning, he had an AMA (ask me anything) on Reddit.  And I got a question in at the last second - and HE ANSWERED IT!

I am on a cloud.  Charlie Rose, you are the man!  No one can pick a brain like that guy, and to briefly pick his for once is the treat of a lifetime.

Here's what I asked Charlie.

I will always love youuuuuu, Charlie Rose.

My little guy

I love that he loves music, like his dad and I do.

Pictures of Curry Do Not Look Good on Facebook, in Case You Were Wondering.

Let's just file this in the "First World Problem of the Day" category:

Facebook needs more filters.  Specially, I mean filters to lower the visibility of key topics.  It's already a known fact that I can only handle so many inspirational quotes backdropped by photos of a waterfall (or rainforest, Dalai Lama, sunrise, scenic mountain range, etc.) in a day.  So please Facebook, let's just go ahead and put in a daily limit on that.  I have inspirational overload already. You are not helping.

Next, could we please have a filter for eliminating cat photos?  I have one acquaintance who actually shared 15 pictures of cats in less than 7 minutes this morning.  It wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't do it every day and all day long.  Dude - just.......stahhhhhhhhp.  I love cats.  I own 2 cats.  But I don't want pictures of them hacked up on the internet all day long.  I can look for cat photos myself, if I want to see cats.

Lastly, I want the ability to not see pictures of peoples' food.  I get that you love what you're eating, it's delicious, or maybe you made it yourself and you're proud.  That's great, and I'm proud of you, too!  Yay!  But pictures taken from a foot away, with a flash, almost never make food look appetizing, especially if it's some kind of brownish or yellowish chunky stew.  Nuff said.  Pictures of whole foods like apples, celery, and other unprocessed things.........and macro photos...or photos of baked goods like cupcakes....well, okay, I guess.  Maybe what I need is a specific filter to get rid of food that is chopped, cooked, sauced, and floating in a bowl.  Gross.

I know that I can "hide" people.  I don't want to have to dump my friends or hide them because they post inspirational saccharine dreck and brown, goopy food.   I know there are far worse things in the world to fret over.  Terrible, horrific things, even.  Just venting.  I know I am a whingebucket.

That is all.

Found some oldies but goodies

From my stub hoard.

October 21, 1991.  The now-defunct Liberty Lunch from my Austin days.  Good night!  I am so thankful to have met the kind of people in my youth that set me on the proper audio path; Away from the mainstream, brainrotting crud.  Especially my friend Pete, who was all on about some band called Nirvana in a magical, faraway place called Seattle, and then my college boyfriend Eric, who was a complete freak for all things SubPop.

Monday, Nirvana.  Friday, Bob Dylan.  Excellent week.

Then.


Liberty Lunch in 2007 (Google image)

NOW (picture from Google maps- it's currently a shopping center with a watch store and ladies clothes.  Blech.  Tearing down cultural landmarks is a stab in the heart.

My good friend, Space Needle, comforts me after my doctor appointment.

http://instagr.am/p/W4yq1eNY_a/

And his tag along friend, Monorail. 

I see you, Space Needle.  You can't hide from me and my smartphone.

#inlovewiththespaceneedle

#obsessedwiththespaceneedle

#iloveyouspaceneedle

#canyoumarryacementstructure