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27

Jun
2015

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In Music
Travel

By Lindsey

“It’s Still Moving” Along

On 27, Jun 2015 | No Comments | In Music, Travel | By Lindsey

It’s the Friday after a full week of work following an amazing seven work day vacation.

Just by reading that, can’t you feel it? I know you can. It hurts. A little physical, but mostly mentally. Actually, I’ll go so far as to say emotionally. I love traveling. I’m better at nothing more.

As blessed as we all are who have jobs, especially ones we love – as I very much do, it is still hard to return to a day of constant concentration and routine when you’ve enjoyed the opposite. In fact, for me I first spent six days in San Fran and Wine Country for my bachelorette weekend. (I’m drinking a glass of the red I stashed in my bag right now) After that Matt and I flew down and celebrated our engagement with our friends and family in Griffin, Georgia. A fantastic party. What a dream week.

(Just look at my handsome fiance. I’m posting more about the party soon)

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Monday instead of heading to a perfectly manicured eco-vinyard in lovely Sonoma I was on the train to work. It’s not the idea of work that was painful. I think it’s the lack of immediate inspiration. When you travel everything is new, different and thought provoking. Plus, in tourist destinations everything is perfectly attended to that one is constantly absorbing beauty.

Trying to put a positive twist on my attitude I tried to use my vacation glasses during my normal day. Within minutes I saw these flowers on my less than exotic walk to my corner gas station by the station for my tall-boy diet coke. The yellow and purple/pink flowers had taken over what could have been an ugly concrete expanse. I smiled. It had worked. The mind is a powerful tool.

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Matt is marking his last few months as a single man with his friends in the North Carolina mountains. His favorite place. One of mine as well. I’m alone this weekend in the Twin Cities. Just saw My Morning Jacket is playing here tomorrow night. Ironic. I’ve had Steam Engine on the mind for the last month. Around 1:03 the guitar takes me come close to tears each time. I like to think if I was able to make music, I would want it to have the same haunting mix of beauty and energy. It’s something special.

I can’t believe that song came out in 2003. As good as the first time I heard it. Real music. His voice. I’ll be there. With the college kids. Invisible. Just how I like it.

Listen to STEAM ENGINE

Listening to it always reminds me of the last time I saw them. In Memphis. At Memphis in May. It was hot as hell right there on my favorite river. Had no idea I was standing next to people who would eventually not be strangers. What makes life fun.

 

08

Jun
2015

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In Design

By Lindsey

Isn’t She Lovely

On 08, Jun 2015 | No Comments | In Design | By Lindsey

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Lucite and the sweetest botanical pattern in a bright little room. We are renters for the next few years, at least. For now I’ll have to dream.

Picture source – Pinterest

05

Jun
2015

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In News Biz

By Lindsey

Hard to Say –

On 05, Jun 2015 | No Comments | In News Biz | By Lindsey

Compostable ( I guess that’s a word?)

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Not difficult words, clearly. On the teleprompter this week they sent me in circles. They look as if they could be several other words. #lifeofanewsreader

 

02

Jun
2015

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In Musings

By Lindsey

The Joy of Movies

On 02, Jun 2015 | No Comments | In Musings | By Lindsey

I’m not a movie person.
It’s lame and much more new age sounding than I really am, but I decided long ago that, for the most part, movies aren’t great for me. Much like with flashy commercials that encourage materialism, movies are so easy to get lost in that when they are over I’m left with unreasonable and unreachable expectations of life, family and love. A couple of times I realized I had in my mind an image of how things should be, though I couldn’t figure out where the glossy pictures were coming from in the first place. Tah-dah — movies and their endless budget, special effects, wardrobe planners, fitness trainers and scene takes.
Matt loves them. Don’t get me wrong, they are fun to watch. I’ve been bending my rules a bit and staying up late with Matt to watch some of the classics I never saw. For some reason these don’t count?
I am so thankful I waited to watch Rosemary’s Baby.
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Keep in mind. I knew nothing of the movie aside from the fact that it was scary, starred Mia and was directed by the infamous Roman Polanski. It was shockingly wonderful. I loved the dark apartments, characters and no-holds-barred creep. Not to mention, it was a beautifully shot movie. Only took me nearly 50 years to enjoy it. The end is just crazy!!!! I want to see that baby!!!
Then came the Crying Game.
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Matt knew I’d go for this one because I’ve long been fascinated with the IRA, and always allow myself to watch foreign spy/crime movies. This one wasn’t foreign or a spy film, but it was close enough. Before we hit play Matt told me there was a twist! Well, I ruined that. As soon as I saw the Dil character, I started asking questions. The IRA agent’s love interest was clearly a man who did drag. I was confused. Was the agent pretending to not know? He had to know, right? She was lip synching pop songs? Hadn’t he been to a drag show?  Matt looked at me like I’d just ruined the fun and told me this was a shocking plot twist when people in the 80’s originally saw the scene towards the end that showed his man parts. I knew Dill was a man.  I think this is fascinating. I suppose this is a sign that things really have changed. Ironic this comes the same week as we met the wonderfully dressed Caitlin. I don’t even mind that the IRA plot was minor and only used to lure me into a much different movie.
Next, Poltergeist. What a riot! The clown, the horrifying tree, the fantastic psychic. I just couldn’t handle it. I spent the rest of the night searching the actors and learning of the tragedy that has surrounded many of them.
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What’s next???

 

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