if you are focused on all that you want, how can you enjoy all that you have? lao tzu

getting close to leaving,

theresa andersson.

a little ! for the morning

bob & i.

15 years old, Like a Rolling Stone: my lonely Florida bedroom- the next morning I was crying at the breakfast table and Maija, my best friend, put her thin arms around me.

16 years old, Hurricane: headed to the beach in Evan's mustang convertible. I was home for one day between Duke writing course and Canada. Everything: fleeting.

17 years old, Crazy Love*: dancing in the wet Spanish street with Judy and Melanie.

18 years old, Don't Think Twice, It's Alright: cooling my feet in the columbia river in oregon, talking about what college would be like with Maryl.

18 years old, walk of shame in the early AM through the Michigan diag, Mr. Tambourine Man lifting the ends of my mouth.

18 years old, Subterranean Homesick Blues at the Debs coop and falling in love with a boy who owned no things. Drinking forties and watching Don't Look Back.

19 years old, sinking in a clawfoot tub in Paris, holding my breath and pushing my head under, Lay Lady Lay playing on the stereo.

20 years old, sprawled on the floor of Evan's beach house, listening to Just Like a Woman while he painted a tidal wave on the living room wall.

21 years old, in Santiago, listening to It Ain't Me Babe and thinking: I agree, I agree.

23 years old, The Man in Me: Pete singing to me lightly, in his low, steady voice. Me trying to memorize how his body felt against mine.

24 years old, Girl From the North Country, me: missing someone.

*a version w/him, van morrison

deconstructing a girl talk song.

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jackie blow it up on girl talk.

god help the girl.

girl from the north country. bob dylan.

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

finally, sun!

today: supine

just 185.906 more miles to go mix.

it has been a good tuesday.
11-15 private jokes.

185.905 miles of lonely pete.

first 1/2.

just finished a mix for my little sis (the littlest).

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mixmixmixmix

four boiled down mixes in one, for my sister who has .... taste in music.

i just realized that i never share about music on this blog, and music is a huge part of my life.


so to start, I make a lot a lot of mixes.

i'm going to start posting them.

day 5 with out a cigarette.

bye bye love mix.

bonfire mix.