not for all the tea in china

inspired by my good buddy ben, i made myself into a superhero. sort of. for one, i don't look anything like this. regardless, watch yourself. i got a fox and fly-ass hair, y'all:

She picked the colors from the air

anyone frequenting myspace has surely seen this photo by now. this is my friend randi and me with our ever-present hoodies. she's one of my favorite portlanders.

if only to be closer to you, caroline

i finally found the cd i've been desperately looking for--ryan adams' 29.

i'm sitting here attempting to make a makeout cd for the potluck tomorrow night and i'm listening to 'carolina rain,' and all i can think about is how i want to be riding through the darkened delta, barreling toward a porch.

that porch has a yellow light bulb,
mosquitoes that will eventually annoy the hell out of me,
humidity that drips down my back,
and a rocking chair to lay my head on so that i can listen to my own breath.


i want to be in water valley. i want to listen to clarksdale, to yazoo city's alligators yawning, to oxford's shameful tales.

jesus. mississippi pumps through my veins with a deafening roar.