Amazing Waylon Jennings Cover

Robo-Arm

This is cracking me up so hard right now. Hillary has been playing with that thing all day. She loves it...
Conversation to her husband:
Hillary- OMG Allan come look at this thing!!! Isnt it so awesome? You can pick things up with it!!!
Allan- Yeah... you can pick things up with your hands too...

Re-Evaluation

circa 2008

Close your eyes... 1.2.3

You aint alone, so why you lonely? There you go on the dark end of the street. Are you scared to tell somebody how you feel about somebody? Are you scared of what somebody's going think? or... Are you scared to wear your heart out on your sleeve? Are you scared of me? Cause I'm scared the bombs gonna take me away... Oh, but I really don't know what I've got to say... Alright! 1-2-3, are you too scared to dance for me? Bite the bullet or tug my sleeve? Or are you scared out on your own two feet? We really ain't that different, you and me. Cause I'm scared the storm's gonna take me away.. But I really don't know what I've got to say... Hold on....Hold on... Cry if you're gonna cry. Come on, cry with me. You ain't alone, just let me be your ticket home....

Don't be your own worst enemy

BUT oh what a tangled web we weave.

This Hot Summer

Footage from us playing at Ronnie's pool. This summer will surely be one to remember. Thus far, I've been in love with it. My favorite part is right around 2:05- Video by: Russell Marbut

Openly Showing Our Love for One Another

Nasty Nights at the Nasty Plaza

Dont think twice, it's alright

The Sprout and the Bean

Little Pig Belly

Goddamnit,Swayze's belly cracks me up sooo so hard.

Carry Me Home Tonight

Kudos to a night we all needed

The world's got a nosebleed, it said, and we're flooding but we keep on cutting the trees in the forest and we keep on paying those freaks on the tv who claim they will save us but want to enslave us and sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers but we leave the sound on cause silence is harder and no one's the killer and no one's the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us

Opposite of Loneliness

The piece below was written by Marina Keegan '12 for a special edition of the News distributed at the class of 2012's commencement exercises last week. Keegan died in a car accident on Saturday. She was 22.

 We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that’s what I want in life. What I’m grateful and thankful to have found at Yale, and what I’m scared of losing when we wake up tomorrow and leave this place. It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid and you stay at the table. When it’s four a.m. and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can’t remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt. The hats. Yale is full of tiny circles we pull around ourselves. A cappella groups, sports teams, houses, societies, clubs. These tiny groups that make us feel loved and safe and part of something even on our loneliest nights when we stumble home to our computers — partner-less, tired, awake. We won’t have those next year. We won’t live on the same block as all our friends. We won’t have a bunch of group-texts. This scares me. More than finding the right job or city or spouse – I’m scared of losing this web we’re in. This elusive, indefinable, opposite of loneliness. This feeling I feel right now. But let us get one thing straight: the best years of our lives are not behind us. They’re part of us and they are set for repetition as we grow up and move to New York and away from New York and wish we did or didn’t live in New York. I plan on having parties when I’m 30. I plan on having fun when I’m old. Any notion of THE BEST years comes from clichéd “should haves...” “if I’d...” “wish I’d...” Of course, there are things we wished we did: our readings, that boy across the hall. We’re our own hardest critics and it’s easy to let ourselves down. Sleeping too late. Procrastinating. Cutting corners. More than once I’ve looked back on my High School self and thought: how did I do that? How did I work so hard? Our private insecurities follow us and will always follow us. But the thing is, we’re all like that. Nobody wakes up when they want to. Nobody did all of their reading (except maybe the crazy people who win the prizes…) We have these impossibly high standards and we’ll probably never live up to our perfect fantasies of our future selves. But I feel like that’s okay. We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement. When we came to Yale, there was this sense of possibility. This immense and indefinable potential energy – and it’s easy to feel like that’s slipped away. We never had to choose and suddenly we’ve had to. Some of us have focused ourselves. Some of us know exactly what we want and are on the path to get it; already going to med school, working at the perfect NGO, doing research. To you I say both congratulations and you suck. For most of us, however, we’re somewhat lost in this sea of liberal arts. Not quite sure what road we’re on and whether we should have taken it. If only I had majored in biology…if only I’d gotten involved in journalism as a freshman…if only I’d thought to apply for this or for that… What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. Get a post-bac or try writing for the first time. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We’re graduating college. We’re so young. We can’t, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have. In the heart of a winter Friday night my freshman year, I was dazed and confused when I got a call from my friends to meet them at EST EST EST. Dazedly and confusedly, I began trudging to SSS, probably the point on campus farthest away. Remarkably, it wasn’t until I arrived at the door that I questioned how and why exactly my friends were partying in Yale’s administrative building. Of course, they weren’t. But it was cold and my ID somehow worked so I went inside SSS to pull out my phone. It was quiet, the old wood creaking and the snow barely visible outside the stained glass. And I sat down. And I looked up. At this giant room I was in. At this place where thousands of people had sat before me. And alone, at night, in the middle of a New Haven storm, I felt so remarkably, unbelievably safe. We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I’d say that’s how I feel at Yale. How I feel right now. Here. With all of you. In love, impressed, humbled, scared. And we don’t have to lose that. We’re in this together, 2012. Let’s make something happen to this world.

 Rest in peace, Marina Keegan. I never knew you but it is substantially obvious that you were going to change the world with your insightful words. This piece speaks to more than just Yale students. It speaks to the common, everyday person. To me. To my neighbors and friends. To my 58 year old father and my 11 year old nephew. A slew of normal, age ranging folks. These words are and will forever be inspiring, Marina. And for that I thank you.

D'awwwww I'm In Love....

Brand new nephew. I can't wait to meet him <3

In Keeping Secrets....

Saw these guys last night and it was so much more than I expected.... Such a fricken good show. Literally, they sound absolutely amazing live- Possibly even better than their recorded stuff. And I really must say I was pretty disappointed when I found out Claudio was married :/ Whew, that man...

Things Fall Together

Well who would've known all I needed was a ball of hemp and a hot glue gun to finish up my dumpster found canvas. It looks super tacky... Like a fourth grader did it, but I'm happy with it none the less :) When set next to the right lamp it gives off some pretty great lighting. I'm really liking the different textures.

Then I got on a crafting kick and made these little coasters out of cork board and some old maps laying around the house. Gotta love that MODGE PODGE! NEXT- I will master the art of drawing... an octopus... with charcoal.Whew! Havent worked with that medium in a WHILE. We'll see how it goes :)

Make Those Mountains of Hand-kercheifs

Jumble it... just jumble it all. Weave a bed of tolerance and sleep soundly in it. It's okay. You're okay. I'm okay. Everything will be okay. No matter what... Look in a different direction. Look towards the chaos and create equilibrium. Find comfort in solitude & craft beauty from insecurity. You are absolutely luminous and you are enough. I love you. Who ever you are.

Front Porch Sittin'

My favorite part of everyday

Pour some gasoline on

This will be the song for my summer. It sounds so dirty rotten raunchy :) LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT!!!

Gimmie Sunshine Gimmie Rain

When is it considered sane to go swimming at the river? Soon? I'm too impatient. I can say this though, my only hopes of this summer is that it brings more than just a few sweet nights filled with carefree minds and good friends.

:)

It's days like these that I really have to pinch myself.

stumbled across this scratched CD under the seat in my car. Good day

I came from California with an appetite for my own myths
Of music, love, and what they mean
I'm told it's borderline obscene
I tried to write this song before
But had no one to write it for
My fellow travelers vacant stares leave it up for you to care

raise your glasses high

Breath of fresh air

Finally all moved into the new place. I really like it. So much more room for activites :)
It's weird being on the computer since I haven't had internet for a while.
I think I forgot how to type.