unnecessary updates. I'm tired.

Today was sunny, beautiful, yet fucking FRIGID. 

9,000 ft

Delicious lamb bucatini pasta for dinner...yum.

Idaho Fly Fishing

Old Ladies

Ok, so I look like an old lady. I need a new jacket. That length is just so unflattering. But yo- check the pants- men's vintage Spyders- and super comfortable.

Going to bed. Didn't sleep too well last night because my brother was whining about my dad drinking his water...if I remember correctly.

fresh powder in Sun Valley brahhh

here in beautiful Sun Valley, Idaho. It's nice to remember what winter winter felt like- TN or obviously soCal winters doesn't compare to the West. Today was my first day back skiing- from my long hiatus- and it felt so exhilarating. New Year's Resolution (among others): Go skiing more often.  I am not by any means a bad skier but skiing is sexy man and I need to work on my finesse. Though I totally looked like an old lady in my ski apparel aka matched my mother. I was quite anxious like any old woman about falling/breaking a hip on the slopes. It's like riding a bike though, you learn when you're wee and don't forget.  But...it was a great first day here and I just came back from ice skating. I mean.. have to get in all of my winter sport fixes! Regretfully, no curling. Wtf is that?

*Never fully realized how bro-ey snowboarding dudes are. like Whoaaaaaaaa-

Ketchum is a very cool little town. I just really like the West in general. Walking around in my fur coat and Dr. Zhivago hat. Sometimes people ask me if I'm from Russia.

I'm kind of rambling now but I'm very happy and grateful to be here. It's so beautiful and I love the cold refreshing wind on my skin. More updates from the slopes but early start tomorrow so I must go to bed (keeping with the old lady shtick).

Currently listening to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNZIoQIVjpk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VPGqhO9C1Q  

laters.
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bizzzzack in la

Yo. Left the TN for LA.
I still think air travel is glamorous. I even wore my fur coat, which I realize....I now wear with everything. Successful though a bit delayed because southerners do not know how to deal with SNOW. Speaking offfff.....Chattanooga has a White Christmas seen hereeeee

Feelin this all throughout the trip:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_yjHfAyh80
Get on it! OFWGKTA: Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All- a LA based rap collective of this young guys- 16-19 years old. And they are ....sick nasty.

Speaking of... my airport time yielded many hours of internet time (in the sky too!)
Topics of interest:
Maureen Dowd's revering article to Patti Smith- need to learn more about her.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/26/opinion/26dowd.html?_r=1&src=me&ref=homepage
Pitchfork really like Das Racist...I don't get it. Not a fan. Not like Pitchfork is God or anything...
Have always been a fan of Simon Rex. Interesting profile in LA Weekly..."famous for being almost famous" I think it is too kind and reverential to the whole "shock/talk about my dick" rap (ie Mickey Avalon, Dirt Nasty, Andre Legacy)
http://www.laweekly.com/2010-12-23/music/dirt-nasty-famous-for-being-almost-famous/

Not terrible...and not terrible to look at
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfNluQ888g4

Hope everyone is having a great time! Leaving LA Tuesday for Sun Valley

churchin' it up

Christmas Eve. Always an attempt at tradition at my house.
Neighbors come over. Feast of German potato salad, asparagus, Honey Baked ham (which my father stood 2 hours in line for...) and some "Bouche de Noel" - French yule log cake- so rich and so worth it.

My yearly Christmas present to my mother is going to the Christmas Eve service at our church so the three of us (mom, brother, and myself) can sing in the choir.  It's always strange going back to church and I have mixed feelings every time I return. Sure, I respect and admire the fellowship aspect of the congregation and the candle lit service is beautiful. But...I will always have qualms with going to church and it will never be the same as I grow older. Don't want to get into that now though...

A successful eve. A chance to bust out the velvet. 

All is well.

coming home

I decided to come home. why be silly and remain alone when I could be here with people who love me. having a good time (thus far) I might add. I arrived last night back home in Chattanooga and wrote this little something er other to commemorate the experience:

on the south
Atlanta airport.
Man adjacent is dipping.
Must be back home .
Carhartts make me feel comfortable.
Lady on airplane ranting on socialism 
in the United Kingdom
made her feel
scared.
alone.
so un-American.
wow, soldiers keep looking younger and younger 

I surprised my father last night- appearing at the door in my "robber baron" white fur coat "like a ghost" he said. We had a good night- acai vodka on the rocks and some Zach Galifinakis.
not bad.

well hey Chattanooga!

trying not to lose.

favourite restored barber chair.

Tonight the rest of my family came home and we indulged in ping pong championships, home made salad dressing, and ya know some Modern Warfare.
So happy that I came to my senses and came home.
It feels right.

blurry yet pensive. beat all at ping pong. and I don't even practice!

Recurring Dream

I took a 2 hour nap before my Supershuttle this morning came at 3:30AM...I woke up in a cold sweat completely anxious for my upcoming trip. Then I realized that I had had this same dream (or a version) before...many times actually...and it kinda happens in real life.
The dream:
I am in a parking lot and see this woman who I work with across the way. I reach out to meet her because I am the one with an umbrella. She comes to me and I ask her what time it is- she responds 9:30. AM? I ask. Yes, she replies- 9:30 AM. Which makes no sense to my dream self because it is pitch black and raining. I freak out and realize that I have missed my Supershuttle. Later in the dream I find out that I had begged my friends Alex and Gus to take the shuttle with me (and wake up at that time) even though their flights were at a much later time.
 CARRYING ON...
I hustle back to my current dorm room, grab my things, and rush to my car. I pick up Alex and Gus, both very angry because they had gotten up at 3:30. I apologize and tell them that my flight is at 6:15 and it is 5:49- I CAN MAKE IT, I say, but they sit quietly and shake their heads. I zoom down the 5 then we end up in an old factory district (vaguely similar to the places downtown I was driving around [lost] last night.) We end up in this airport-like glass structure with fish mosaics on the wall (salmon colored tile) where I get  more flustered and my companions become significantly more irritated with me. 
“DO you EVER know where you are going, hillary?” Gus says.
 “I’ve been to LAX like 6 times in the past month- you’d THINK I’d know where I was going.”  I say.
Alex chimes in: “hillary, this is ridiculous you always get lost and no one ever wants to drive with you- just use the fucking GPS”
“But I KNOW WHERE I AM GOING” I say.
 “apparently not” they reply.
We hop in the car and I plug in LAX to the GPS.
I miss my flight.
But I made it to the airport.

    There is my convoluted dream. Detailed, I know. But I tend to remember small insignificant details (like salmon colored tile). Apparently I lose the ability to drive and lose my sense of direction whenever I have guests in the car. Only one thing can be said, well, two things actually.
I am a self-conscious driver
LA driving haunts everyone

naturally...movies.

Rain obviously yields movies. Both good and bad.
Starship Troopers,  Troll 1&2, or better yet Silent Night Deadly Night 1&2, Killer Clowns from Outerspace, Inframan! The list goes on...

However, I decided to forgo the above and finally went to go see Black Swan. In the pouring rain I drove to the dreaded Americana in Glendale which really got me into that feeling of Christmas- consumerism and tacky Rick Caruso architecture! Bah!
(But I had free tickets to the theater so I bared the weight) 
I had some time to kill so I followed what to me was the star of Bethlehem- bright lights shining in the distance- which only turned out to be the Forever 21 or whatever the hell they call it these days. The lights were obscenely bright and not to mention the rows of neon clothing traced from something from the 80s.
Trendy does not equate attractive. 
 Left the store empty handed nonetheless; however...I will say there were a couple decent looking basic pieces spotted for cheap...
The funniest part of all: I kept walking through the store and everything seemed so familiar- then I realized- the trendiest trend of them all- "try society" designer clothes!
That beige leather mini and clean white oxford from the fall Celine line: in pleather on the manniquen for $21.
Black suede heels an almost exact replica of Miu Miu pumps of last winter.
Maybe there's nothing to say here, nothing new at least, does it cheapen designer clothes- knocking them off for the "common man" to wear? Should that asymmetrical leather dress by Michael Kors be made into a pleather replica sold by Zara and not worn by someone the likes of Angelina Jolie?

I'll come back to this- because it interests me- and I didn't even talk about how sick nasty Black Swan was and how I have a huge girl crush on Mila Kunis!
WORD!

still raining.

On Christmas break.
Still Here.
Still Raining.


Re-realized Epiphany
Goat Cheese is great on everything.



S. Dali On Moustaches
"The moustache is the tragic constant in the face of man."
"Even in the matter of moustaches I was going to surpass Nietzsche! Mine would not be depressing, catastrophic, burdened by Wagnerian music and mist. No! It would be line-thin, imperialistic, ultra-rationalistic, and pointing torward heaven, like the vertical mysticism, like the vertical Spanish syndicates."