Wishing you and yours a very happy holiday season! As a little gift for being so wonderful, here’s a little playlist of Christmas classics for you to enjoy with a hot cuppa while gazing at Colin’s glorious sweater.
I rarely review movies on dizzy, but after watching Jim Jarmusch’s Only Lovers Left Alive, I could barely keep myself from jumping off the couch to tell you all about it right then and there. Not only does it feature a scene wherein shirtless Tom Hiddleston, complete with lank, black rocker hair and leather pants, licks on a blood popsicle (bless you Jim), but the film resoundingly obliterates the sparkling travesty that has been passing as the genre’s flagship for far too long. And that right there may be enough to recommend it! Don’t go in expecting any gory neck biting or climbing up the wall action scenes. This is a dreamy love story between Hiddleston’s Adam and the incomparable Tilda Swinton‘s Eve (whose truly glorious mane was allegedly enhanced with yak hair). Clearly drawing inspiration from old school Anne Rice, the film somehow manages to make … Continue reading
Alternate title: Rock Portraits. Alternate alternate title: My Coastal Obsession Continues.
Old Pine by Ben Howard on Grooveshark
The day after our Marmot Pass hike we struck out across the Olympic Peninsula to the coast. Following a brief stop in Port Angeles for the requisite bear canisters, and hurrying through Forks least we get soul-sucked by any wandering Twilight fans, we hiked into Second Beach, supplies and all. After Ruckle on Salt Spring, this is the camping spot most dear to my heart…you may notice they are both seaside. (Incidentally, though I figured this would be the last camping trip of the season, Jacob and I managed one more excursion out to Second Beach in the fall, which was expertly documented by my good friend Hannah.)
There are no campsites as such on Second Beach. Rather, it’s find your favorite patch of sand and setup house.
Our second day … Continue reading
We had our first snow last week. Naturally we were out of town for Thanksgiving (more on that anon), and so were only able to enjoy the last soggy dregs that stuck stubbornly to the as-yet-unraked-leaves drifting about the yard. While the holiday season is one of my favorite times of year, I know in a few short weeks I will be nursing a furious case of cabin fever, longing in vain for any vestiges of sunshine. Such thoughts turn me to the long warmth of summer days past, and several adventures I was unable to share with you at the time (what with flitting off to Costa Rica and all). So without further ado, let us all indulge in a bit of sunshine.
The days of August sing a irresistible siren song, luring me out of doors and to the sea or mountains to enjoy every last gasp of … Continue reading
I would like to dedicate this, the second part of my Costa Rica experience, to my dearest kula. These amazing people, especially my soul family (you know who you are), made this training truly unforgettable. I am so lucky to have shared it with these kind, creative, inspiring individuals. Even more so that though we all had our different lives and personalities, we were able to form a close-knit group with openness, support, and laughter as our watchwords.
Looking back at Blue Spirit from the beach:
Giant cricket! We thought it was a bird when it first flew into the studio. I rescued it, naturally. The sucker was bigger than my hand…
Horse trekking on the final day:
Thank you dearest kula. Thank you Silvia. Thank you Laura. Love and love and love.… Continue reading