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Wow, it's almost the end of the month already. How did that happen?

Today my father got into a car accident while driving my car. No one was hurt, thank god, but Sam's front fender and left headlight are all smashed to hell. My father didn't even want me to look at it and took it straight down to the bodyshop. Now we have a fugly rental that smells like dead hooker. Woe. :(

A couple of home-town heroes tonight. The first is Casey Hurt, a gentleman I met waaaaaay back in junior high. He showed up my 8th grade year and kind of infiltrated our little bus group (go Bus 12!). Anyway, sang with him in choir in high school before he took off for parts unknown, reappearing a few years later back in Corvallis. He's a singer-songwriter along the lines of...uh, any guy you've heard with a guitar in the last ten years. If you know me you'll know why it pains me to make this comparison, but if you like Mason Jennings or Jason Manns you'll like Casey. He's got a beautiful, sweet voice and he's really passionate about his music. Both of these songs are from his most recent release Letters from a Friend (available on iTunes)/plug. I believe his wife Lauren is doing backing vocals on "Get Back to Ya."

"Get Back to Ya"
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"Seven Seas"
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I've talked about Tatiana Hargreaves before. I met Tatiana at a house concert her folks hosted two years ago, when she was already playing fiddle with the likes of Bruce Molsky (who performs with her on "Grub Springs"), Sara Watkins and Sarah Jarosz. She's fourteen now and released her first album earlier this year. Her brother, Alex Hargreaves, also plays and joins her on "Shaking Down the Acorns." Last year Tatiana became the youngest ever fiddle player to win the Championship Division of the Oregon Oldtime Fiddlers Contest. She has an amazing gift and I'm eager to see where she follows it.

"Grub Springs"
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"Shaking Down the Acorns"
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Addendum

Jul. 23rd, 2009 07:59 am
debs: (All the other girls here are stars)
Something I forgot last night....

Some of you know I've been redoing my room this summer. It's almost entirely done and once I get the new bed in there, I'll post pictures. Right now I'm deciding what's going to go up on the walls. Originally I was considering the gorgeous poster of A Midsummer Night's Dream that I bought in Ashland a few years ago, but it's going to cost an arm and a leg to get it framed, and I think it would look better out by the bookshelves in the hallway.

Yesterday I ordered this poster from Josh Ritter's website, and I'm so excited to get it framed and up on the wall. It will be perfect right over my dresser. :)

Josh Ritter's graphic design artist makes me happy )
debs: (I'm gonna write another traveling song)
Three day weekend!!! :D

All right, I'm about twenty minutes away from leaving for the coast, and I wanted to wish everyone a happy 4th of July weekend!

I've also got a cheeky birthday request: PRETTY PICTURES. Spam me with them. No requirements; can be fandom-related (any fandom), or not, just stuff that makes you happy. Post your replies in comments here so that I'll (hopefully) have a nice little collection when I get home on Sunday. :) ♥

Have a great weekend, everyone!
debs: (True Story [HIMYM])
A new segment to my journal documenting the ridiculous love affair betwixt my nemesis, The Douchebag Across the Street, and his insanely noisy, gas-powered leaf blower.

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And so it begins.
debs: (Sailing down the A1A [PG])
I am going to bludgeon my neighbor to death with his gas powered leaf blower, I swear to god. He's just what I need at the end of this week. What a douchebag. There's not even anything to leaf-blow! Why is he doing this. At this point I believe he gets some sort of psycho-sexual satisfaction out of using that penis-metaphor. If I ever learn hoodoo his will be the first family I curse.

In other news, all I want to do is sit in my room with the shades open and listen to this song until the sun goes down. It speaks to my current state of well-being.

"Moses" by Patty Griffin (yousendit) (sendspace)

Yar. Is.

Dec. 13th, 2008 01:13 pm
debs: (Yar. [Viggo])
Yaris Yaris Yaris Yaris Yaris Yaris Yaris ♥♥♥

I want to buy it and name it Jay. *clappy hands*

My father is still pushing for the ugly focus of doom. He will lose.

Today Mum & I must go shopping for his birthday, and I must finish up my holiday cards. Tonight I shall bake another batch of crackles and then watch Leverage ep.2 and the Supernatural Christmas episode when I return from tea & tunes with Bergie-face. And I must get some more writing done as well. Lots of musts.

I feel infinitely better about the Yaris than I do the Focus. At this point, I'd say it's pretty much a done deal.
debs: (Sandy will EAT YOU. [CW])
I am in the process of buying a new car. Big Red, whom I've had since 2000, is now 13 years old and would require at least $2,000 worth of work to keep from killing me in a fiery ball of death, so I figured that I have about 15 grand in savings, I should probably buy a car. We looked at used cars, but the ones we were inclined towards were about $11,000 and really, if I'm going to be spending that kind of money I might as well get a new car.

We've had our Ford Focus now for about seven years, and it's been a really good little car. At first I was extremely excited about the 2009 Focus sedans. I wanted to get it in black with black upholstery. Yum.

So they brought one in for us and we went down to test drive. I kind of fell in love with the outside of it. It's a very sleek little car. And then. Then I got inside.

What the shit is THIS!?! )

I'm not entirely satisfied, but I'm also trying to devise a way to create my own "face-plate" to cover that atrocious dash. Ok, I'm done talking about this now.

In somewhat related news, my folks and I went to KMart after dinner tonight to buy a bike for the Vina Moses giving tree. A nice young man helped us pick out a bike and told us to take it to Customer Service because we might be able to get a discount because it was going to charity. so we take the bike up to customer service, where the woman behind the desk pointedly ignores us until we say "excuse me," and explain what the young man had told us.

"Nu-uh, can't give no discounts," she says gruffly before turning back to whatever she was doing.

Now, there are ways to talk to customers. That is not one of them. She said it in a way that implied that we were horrible people even for asking. So I complained about her loudly on our way out of the store. Ma'am, I worked in customer service for nearly two years, you can say those kinds of things without being a complete bitch. I understand your job sucks, but that's not my fault. Calm the fuck down.

People are disappointing me in a big way this week. So, for some happy time, listen to my new favorite song, Conor Oberst's "NYC --- Gone, Gone". Dance around, it'll make you feel better.
debs: (Quickdraw Southpaw's Last Hurrah)
All right, y'all. I'm outta here. I hope everyone is doing well, and I'll see you next Monday. Take care of teh intarweb for me. :) *flist hugs*

Aaaargh, I totally forgot it was Thursday. No SPN for me. :(
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Here are the stragglers. :)

In all the black, in all the grief, I am redeemed… )
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Yesterday my mother turned 61, and we went up to Portland to celebrate. I've been dealing with car sickness/stomach problems for the last two days and I'm exhausted. In lieu of an actual update/Girlyman concert review (I'll try and do that tomorrow), I give you photos from the trip as well as a few from the last few weeks. Awhile ago I asked if anyone wanted me to take pictures of anything with my new camera; those are here as well.

Sometimes your heart bursts at its seams )

Now I've got to go find some food and then maybe I'll just crash for the evening. I'll babble about the rest of the trip and the Girlyman show at another time. Hope everyone had a great weekend. :)
debs: (How it came to this it's not clear)
Okay, and this is spam, but....

I just learned today that Great Harvest bakery has their apple-cinnamon crisp available in breakfast rolls. I want to crawl into this little ball of perfection and sleep for days, I love it so much. They're also apparently making cornbread and I got a loaf of that (mmm...still so warm they didn't want to put it in a plastic bag. Now my car smells like yummy sunshine). I will never surrender the carbs, I don't care what the health profession says.
debs: (Let us pause in life's pleasures)
EEEEEE!!!

Front and center for Dar Williams Feb. 2nd show at the local high school. Score!

And [livejournal.com profile] dissonant_dream has slaughtered me with ice cream fic.

Best day ever. *basks*
debs: (FTW!!@twentyseven [DW])
And, like always, we pull something out of our asses at the absolute last second for the win.

Rock on, OSU. Rock on. *shakes head at the antics of the home team*

El Paso looked a whole heckuva lot nicer than here, today. We've been eaten once again by the Northwest Greys.
debs: (Music is my boyfriend)
Um...Dar Williams is doing a show at the local high school?

And it's open to the public?

You mean, I can go get tickets today?

...

Uh...I really really hope the Entertainer isn't lying to me. Oh god. Don't lie to me, Entertainer. Please don't toy with my heart like that. Dar Williams at CHS people. Be there or be not "as cool as I am." ;)

ETA: Uh...okay, can't buy tickets online apparently. Entertainer did lie to me. Went down to Grassroots, and they're not open again until the 2nd. *waits not so patiently*
debs: (Margarita)
Heh. Leonetti Reserve & Merlot, bitches. They cost more than my soul. I am a happy happy girl.

Dad had a good birthday party, I think. I love my parent's friends. They really are like family. My one complaint: Venison, while good, should be cooked a little longer.

ETA

Oct. 28th, 2006 05:46 pm
debs: (FTW!!@twentyseven [DW])
Oh, and uh, Go Beavs. :)
debs: (Let us pause in life's pleasures)
Do I go see Regina Spektor at the Crystal Ballroom in October, or do I fly down and see her with [livejournal.com profile] belle_fureur at the Fillmore?

Concern #1: Money. I don't really have enough for a plane ticket.

Concern #2: Time.

Reason to go #1: Katie is the only person I know who is as in love with Regina as I am. Seeing the concert with her would be the highlight of the month, possibly of the season.

Reason to go #2: If I don't get away from this place soon, I may have some sort of violent breakdown.

Aaaahhhh, I hate these decisions.

In other news, I did not end up going to the pirate festival because they wanted to charge me $15 just to get inside. That was not money I was willing to spend. Instead, I went down to the fall festival and bought an overpriced but beautiful bag. Then I made a frivolous and spontaneous trip up to Portland with [livejournal.com profile] lunar8i8star to eat dinner (yum, sour apple margaritas) and see Haven ("Why is there all this traffic?" "Everyone's trying to carpe Orlando's diem." "I'll carpe Orlando's diem!"), which then prompted me to read [livejournal.com profile] jasminskie's fic Scars again once I got home.

I'm going back to the festival this afternoon after library workage, possibly to buy some overpriced but beautiful jewelry, and then I'm going to call Katie and angst about my inability to see Regina with her. It will be a costly, but mostly satisfying weekend.
debs: (Only these lonely beach roads)
Oh yeah.

I'm in Ashland until Sunday.

Saw The Winter's Tale last night, and it was pretty good. Frankly, I just love that play, so it's not like they could really screw it up. Christopher DuVal was a highlight as Autolycus, and Mark Murphey always rules. I think my favorite thing about this play are the women's roles. But more on that later as we are now heading downtown. I will not buy a $200 dress this year. I do not have that kind of money.
debs: (In ur carz changin ur muzik [SPN SW])
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Congrats OSU BEAVS! College World Series Champions! *dances*
debs: (I'm gonna write another traveling song)
Oh god, it's supposed to reach 90 degrees here today. Am wondering if it would perhaps be inappropriate to suggest Naked Day for the lab, as it's going to be unbearably hot.

Seriously, Oregon. We're supposed to have two more months of mild weather. *shakes fist angrily*

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