class of wonder.

things that only stevie wonder could get away with:

• walking out playing the keytar without it being ironic.
• talking to a crowd of texans about how there should be stricter gun control and not only walked away unscathed but even got cheers following such a bold statement.

stevie. teach me the ways. 

ps. the festival was just what the doctor ordered...and by doctor, i mean dr. stevie wonder. 

international relations.

tonight i picked up canada from the airport. i am glad liam decided to greet me as a cowboy, otherwise he would have really stood out at the airport:

off to austin city limits we gooooooooooooo!!!!

ps. he surprised me with bicycle diaries by david byrne, which he purchased from a homeless man named neal AND the world's best indian food that i have been craving. seriously. so great.

otis.

it's times like these when otis redding is the balm to my soul.

monday. monday.

you know it's been a good monday when your boss performs an interpretive ballet dance, and then follows it by giving you a raise.

awesome.

noted.

i was just going through the delightful notes that my seattle loves wrote me at my "going away" party and i was reminded of/learned a few things:

• i will be forever remembered by karaoke. and i don't think that is a bad thing.
• i still LOVE that john taylor whisked me up a flight of stairs, carrying me in his ever-so manly arms. seriously john, my life is complete and no other man will be able woo me now. you have officially ruined it for all men. everywhere. 
• i LOVED my time at hanford with john, laird and biderman. and i miss geeking out over stuff with those wonderful people. 
• i can't remember who i ate non-dairy, coconut milk ice cream with after our painting project got canceled with dickson. seriously. i'm sorry. 
• i don't remember skinny dipping with troy. sorry man. however, his costume still reigns as one of the best suggestions for my quarter-life crisis.
• apparently, when i walk up to the church podium, i do an awkward trot. awesome. 
• ken, YOU DIDN'T ENJOY LOST?!?!?!?! mind. blown. 

ps. i'm missing seattle. and ready for my adventure. can you tell?

ring. ring.

if i had a dime for every time i had to use this web site to locate my phone, i would be very rich.

...good thing this site does not charge...

cultural relevancy.

in provo, i played a card game called "scum."

in nyc, the game, scum, is called "a**hole."

in germany, the game, a**hole, is actually "uno" with face cards.

and i DOMINATE at uno.

ps. i also dominated at scum/a**hole/arschloch.