Girls I Know

I have decided to start an indie-pop band. We will be called Girls I Know. Our first album will be called Girls I know. The first song on the first album will be titled "Girls I know" and the last track will be titled "Girls I Don't Know (but, I think I would like to)".

That's what I've got so far.

The sky is falling

The chicken containers at the farm supply store are out, but empty.

I am, again, trying to figure out how I can raise chickens in my apartment.

I think I could set up a cage inside my apartment and then just take the chicken with me during the day.

It would be like a purse chicken.

A man purse chicken.

Lillie told me that my apartment will smell like a barn if I do this.

Maybe the fact that I have two cats makes the plan a little problematic.

Look! Great White is coming to Roseburg.

Who knew they were a band that was worthy of a comeback tour?

I found this zine in the magazine rack at the supermarket.

The zine is filled with love poems. I thought about taking it, but then decided that I should leave it for someone else to find. (the kid who makes them also leaves them around my work)

I have never heard of the Jonas Brothers, but I'm pretty sure I hate them.

Irony and double negatives

I have enacted a new policy; when I see something at a thrift store (or wherever really) and it's funny for ironic reasons, I do NOT need to buy it. This is, obviously, an ironically funny mug. I think it says Sexy Grandpa.

Touring the local galleries I found this powerful representation of a tiger...grr.

A fine example of regional paper arts.

I will refrain from commenting on this one for fear of saying something I may regret.

I was going to buy this small, fiery guitar when I 1. remembered my before mentioned mantra, and 2. realized I don't need to own another musical instrument that I don't know how to play.

There is something I find so comforting about old bathtubs lined up outside.

I walked around Portland, looking for thrift stores and trying to avoid methadone clinics. I was moderately successful.

This is a park near Mary's house.

We did some stuff. It's possible this is something we did...at night.

In the dark.

At some bar, we were yelled at for stealing chairs.

We saw a rock bands who's name I can't remember. They were kind of bad in a good way. Maybe you could describe then as hardcore-indie-pop-crap-rock...maybe. I thought they were pretty entertaining. My hosts were less enthused about the performance.

I waited too long to comment on these pictures so I'm really not sure whats going on. I will make a new years resolution to stay on top of these things.

I think this is Mary's room.

My lovely tour guides.

Onward and upward

In case you hadn't seen my fishing pole in the last picture.

Lupita made cookies for band practice. I especially like the one with no arm and a bite out of his head.

This is the hallway at work. Megan brought students over for career day, I got to tell them about what it's like to be an artist. They asked questions, for example; who is your favorite artist and what art medium is best.

This one is pretty cool, I'm not sure what it is though.

There was this guy at the bagel shop who I'm pretty sure was an older version of Blaine.

I apparently didn't manage to catch him on film. He was just too darn fast.

These are my new shoes. I ordered them from Pay-Less.

Me and David are growing mustaches for the Northwest Service Symposium.

We had gone through three band members already, and we hadn't even performed yet.

In the end it was Lupita, David & myself (Gabriel - I just realized that I don't think my name is actually anywhere on this website).

Around town nobody even mentioned the mustaches, I'm not sure if this is a mark for or against Roseburg

This mustachioed man was about to go fishing for the first time.

I went to Cooper Creek Reservoir. There is a high mercury risk at Cooper Creek, but supposedly the reservoir/creek/?? has a lot of trouts.

I'm just confused by this one.

Those are some geese and their goose puppies.

This is one of the many scenic views to be found at Cooper Creek (pronounced Cooper Crick).

I did not catch any fish. I did however; catch a multitude of weeds, make a big tangly mess of my line, get stuck on some trees and bushes, loose three lures, and get the hook stuck in my shirt. One day I will find a hobby that doesn't make me bleed. Although, if it doesn't hurt, maybe it's not worth doing.

The geese and their goose puppies were still out when I left.

I wasn't too upset that I hadn't caught anything, I hadn't really anticipated catching anything. This was my day to learn the ropes/get my bearings/whatever.

This is the bear that was hanging on the side of the apartment next door. I can take new bets on how long it will remain in this spot, I bet forever.