portraits of famous people, wk 2, mason jennings

Mason Jennings

This one is doing double duty as it was, in reality, a commission from Daytrotter.


just call me betty crocker

Ever since I became an adult (and I use that term very loosely), and moved out of my parents' house, my mom has tried, pretty much unsuccessfully, to impress upon me the value of being domestic. Mostly this comes in the form of gardening tips and 'easy-to-make' recipes. I think she's vaguely worried that I'm not eating well enough. And while I pretty much agree with her, I have to say, none of her suggestions have really ever taken hold.

Her latest salvo, when I went home for the holidays, was to inform me of an artisan bread recipe she'd recently found that made making your own bread at home a fairly painless affair. I told her I'd take it home with me, but not to hold her breath that I'd actually use it or anything.

For some unfathomable reason, yesterday I decided to give it a try. And you know what? She was right. It was pretty painless and the results are surprisingly edible.

Mostly I was hoping for bread for sandwiches as that's how I consume most of my grains, and this shape isn't really suitable for such a use, so I need to figure out how to turn it into a more traditional loaf shape, but other than that minor concern, I think I'll be making my own bread from now on.


portraits of famous people, wk 1, bon iver

One of my goals this year is to draw a portrait of a famous person each week of the year. Originally, I thought I'd do one a day, but seeing as I'm already two weeks late with even doing one a week, I figured I'd better temper down my ambition a little.

Anyway, here's the first one of Ought Nine. Justin Vernon of Bon Iver. I just downloaded his new EP yesterday and haven't been able to stop listening. Even though it's only four very short songs long.

I'm also putting them all up on my Flickr (yes, Dave, this time it's public). I put some of my favorites from last year in the set, just to round it out a bit. And give myself some cushion in case catastrophe strikes.

the gaslight anthem | the '59 sound

If you can listen to this band without having an unbelievable urge to bust out either your air guitar or your air drums, then there is something possibly irreparably screwed with your Dude Compass.

If that is the case, and you don't want to rock out with your cock out while cranking this at volumes suitable only to arena rock shows, then immediately stop everything you are doing, run out and rent The Big Lebowski and put it on repeat until everything is right again.

If that's not the case, and your Dude Compass is straight and true, then turn up the volume as loud as it will go, pop your knuckles, break out your best white man's overbite and rock out. Dude.

Film Noir - The Gaslight Anthem



This makes me happy in a way I just can't describe.


one question

Why do the odd numbered years always have to suck a whole bunch of balls? I mean '08 wasn't all that great either all things told, but Holy Dammit people, we're only two weeks into this one and already I want to just punch myself in the face. Dang.


Lake Agnes near Cameron Pass

A and I decided to ring in the new year with a snow shoe trip. It was cold and blustery and snow-y and awesome. A wasn't quite equipped with the right kind of gear to spend too long out in the cold, so we didn't quite make it all the way, but still a good outing nonetheless.

Surprisingly, there were quite a few other people out and about tromping through the snow today. I figured everyone would be at home nursing hangovers.

On a side note, if you haven't checked out Winter Beard '08 in a while. Give it a gander. Before I shave it all off. Because I'm really sick of facial hair right now.