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So I tried to take pictures with the built-in camera thing right now, and not only did it not work well (even though there's a flash-ish thing, because it's mad dark up in here) but for some reason, everything is backwards. Isn't that bizarre? I mean, all the writing and stuff. I never realized that my face was backwards, or that picture I took of me, Becca & Alison, where I guess we weren't in the same order... I never stopped to think about it. I'll try to get the corner up here so you can see what I mean. Maybe it's a setting? So strange.

Anyway - another stage of the fort / apartment renovations, I think somewhat to Kristin's dismay, but a small price for the big... um... price? What? I can't talk (type). What I mean is that us figuring a good rearrangement and shifting the energy around in here and having to adjust is probably a small exchange for halving the rent. I, for one, am Totally Psyched. I can't think of anyone else in the world I'd want to share space with. And I don't think she's all irritated or anything, I just know that it was Hers, and now lots of stuff is Ours, mostly the space that's become shared, and I know the feng shui will take a while to resettle. Cats notice it a lot. Speaking of, Delia is so down with hanging up here:

I don't know if this is a fort, or just a big cat-condo with band posters. Both, I think.

So, I didn't go down to Bumbershoot today, but a ton of awesome shit went down. I went back to the gym, which rocked, and I felt like a million bucks burning off a few hundred calories on one of the step-cardio machines, and ripping the shit out of my triceps too. Then we got the wardrobe dismantled, upstairs, and re-assembled. Then we rearranged a bunch of shit in the apartment, plus I went nuts setting up the fort (read: I didn't actually put any more stuff away, I just spent a few hours tacking shit up on the walls and looking around and being psyched and deciding what little scrap of paper should go where). I really got down to just my absolute favorite things before I left Connecticut, and so the stuff I have left to put up on the walls is just the best of the best. A card from the house of cards (the Joker, at that). A note from my father, circa 1987. Set lists, show posters, old black and whites of my parents, great shots I've taken and put in shoeboxes in the last few years - I've created a Seattle-worthy (in my book) space where I feel accomplished and stimulated to do more, all at once. To the soundtrack of Arcade Fire, the Wrens, and XTC. There wasn't anyone I was really peeing my pants about to see at Bumbershoot, besides Tapes 'n Tapes, but I'm alright with it having passed with all the nesting I managed to get done. A little more in the morning before I head out, and I'll not feel like a complete lunatic Monday (because tomorrow is going to be just about 12 straight hours of music).

I've signed up for some in-studios, starting with Langhorne Slim at 12:30 I think and then John Vanderslice at 2 or 2:30. Then Joshua Morrison may have gotten cancelled, from what I heard on the radio today, but there's a handful of other bands, and then I wage the sea of pre-pube teens for a shot of getting Ben Gibbard in the magenta stage light from the front. If I get in, and I'm not touching the bar, then I'll take seats or whatever I can get. But you can bet your bank account I'm going to give it a shot. I would LOVE to post gorgeous, well-lit pictures and write underneath them, "Yes, that's (member of Death Cab). No, I did not use my zoom." But we'll have to see.

Fort, weekend, scraps of my past, pieces of everything now - new spaces, new everything, old moments to keep me grounded. I thought I had a bunch of angst to get out but I guess not. And I made it to the gym, on top of everything? For sure today was a good day. I've got to go rest up.

Kisses,
VVB