ONLY 28 Days..

..of my sentence in Montana is left. Then onto big dreams in LA.Laundry Room, Hibernation Station, West Yellowstone MT

"People" Gossip of West Yellowstone

So... don't really know/listen to her music, but Jewel stayed at the Hibernation Station and I got to clean her cabin today. It added a little extra excitement to the day, and I successfully beat the temptation to dish some "hot tips & info" to the popular gossip magazines of things I learned. But "do unto others" I guess..

AND OPRAH? wtf??

her expression is how i feel

Apparently she was here a month ago for a 2 night stay. Our manager only juuust told the vice manager today --who told me. Anyone who knows me and my curious intrigue with the near-Deity, can imagine my utter disappointment and rage surrounding the matter. But it's probably for the better, as I would have undoubtedly resorted to extreme measures to meet her. I suppose I can still claim that I've cleaned her cabin. Just without the fresh Oprah dust.

And last year my friend Melissa Fjelstadado, got to check in an incognito Ryan Reynolds. Rumors say that his girl-friend-at-the-time, Scarlett Johannson was awaiting his return to the car.

So there you have it. Hibernation Station is apparently a celebrity hot spot.

-Oh ya, and I work here. That's gotta count for something too.

a short story..

So here's one. I started my serving job at the Geyser Grill last week. Trish is a (white) southern baptist woman I work with there. She has one of the largest and strongest personalities that I've ever encountered: she says it how she sees it and won't waste a second to think before it all comes out. Most of the time she's hilarious, but..

the other day as we were discussing schedules:

Me: "Wow, I'm so tired of work. I hardly get a break.. I feel like I'm going crazy."

Trish, with a dark wild look in her eyes: "Oh. I know I'm crazy."

(awkward pause)

T: "Mah mother was crazy. A racist too."

Me: "Oh.. haha"

T: "One day she done told a black man she was gonn burn his house down if she eva saw him agin. So this black man, he gets all-offendid! An he starts cussin an swearin -all, 'eff this, eff that.' An wehw(well), you know mah motha?"

i thought the question was rhetorical. but she waited so long I had to shake my head.

T: "Wehw she don't take sh*t from no one! Especially blacks. So she done did it. She burnt his place down. Wait - akshilly half of the apartment complex. And then her own house. See? I told you. An thas a true story."

This was one of those moments that hits me like a friendly punch in the face. I'm actually living in West Yellowstone. Where locals proudly report a 90% drug usage in the population. But I can't dwell on it too long, or I'll get a panic attack. so, THE END.

ah-ha: some wise old men

"In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn't force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!" -Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

"By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try, The world is beyond the winning. When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be."
-Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

For your headphones -from the netherlands

robyn from Schveden. these are her new electro thumpin albums.

they rock -plus snoop is on pt. 2

jonsi, frontman of icelandic band, sigur ros

this is a 2010 solo project he did that was released this year. atmospheric, experimental, and true to his style - epic. he's a genius

you're welcome.

the END.

So a couple days ago.. I quit my job as host at Wild West Pizzeria. It was good while it lasted, but when a higher paying job comes around, it's hard for me to focus on anything less; I'm greedy. Plus, working in the same building every night, with the same grumpy employees for about two months straight did not mesh well with my patience or attention span.
Here are some photo's I stole from my friend Brooke Shoko Foster's blog, the FemaleFoodie (photos of the grumpy pain-in-my ___-employees were not included).
me, at my hosting station w/ Alsatia Durfey. except for when she would steal my chair, she was my friend. she would laugh at annoying customers with me to keep me sane. the red-eye fix on this picture is grreat

if i hadn't eaten there every night for the past two months, i'd probably miss the food. it's delicious

the 'raunt
servers: brooke and grant

melissa. cute

that's what i want.. really

if making money is seeming like your SOLE purpose to life ( a bit like it is for me right now), then here's a little souuul, to hopefully lighten the mood of the often weighty purpose.


and then i like the Flying Lizards' version too

NEWvaux

"hey those are some pretty kick-A shoes," i can hear you say. thanks i know. i ordered these off of Gilt.com for $35 (down from $120) about a month and a half ago and today they finally arrived. considering my monotonous life of house-keeping and hosting at a pizzeria, it was like christmas.
and i also came across this song today which, apart from being a really good song and music video, is pretty relevant:

discovery?

so the picture doesn't quite do the creature justice, but today as i was pumping my abdominals with AbRipper-X, i encountered this. it moved like a miniature dinosaur. it had a long neck much like a diplodicus or brachiosaurus and it's head would oddly turn to look at things. for example, when i was trying to take a picture of it, it would turn its head and look at my camera. it was almost other-worldly. maybe i was just looking for an excuse to pause my exercise, but i believe it would have been a thrilling encounter for an insectologist. pity i'm not one. --well, not really.. but for them at least.

morning tuune$

it's important to get in the zone. the happy zone; attitude is everything. especially on mornings like this, when i get the privilege of opening the front desk at the Hibernation Station - @7am. and it's on mornings like this (when i get to ride my bike to work in 45 degreesF) that take every morsel of my strength and forced sanity to not throw the stapler at the first customer to complain about no toilet paper, or ask for a bag of ice. so i play songs like this, and repeat happy mantras to myself.

DAYS OFF: "work sucks, i know.."

we crash 3Bear's swimming pool a lot

a walk in the rain with melissa fjeldsted and rachel kime

visiting brooke shoko foster at canyon street grill.

the strawberry milkshakes are incredible

and one day off, i said, "ENOUGH with the penny-pinching mac n' cheese / chicken& rice routine!" so i went all out and made this: garlic chicken pesto pasta with parmigiano-reggiano, a little evoo, and olives. i would eat a can of olives a day if funds permitted

aand to satisfy my unsatisfiable sweet tooth, i bought a coconut cream pie for dessert. my best day for food in montana yet.

MusicArtist (also a) Vizula Artiste

Rolling Stone just did this special on old music artists who also dappled in the visuals. thought it was interesting. I quite like the Paul McCartney. snif snif

"Big Mountain Face" by Paul McCartney

"Train Tracks" - Bob Dylan

Just a sketch - John Lennon