there's a kid in there ... and he's big and he's dumb and he's kinda scared.

so i wish i could have read that last post out loud in front of an unnecessary amount of people just so i could hear the uncomfortable silence that would inevitably follow. four words; "ehhh ... ya got any gum???" i hope to god my mom hasn't found this blog.

instead, i'll try to stick to the tried and true blog winners; music, my floundering post-college work situation, the portland scene, drinking, and sweet people.

wish me luck, and kiss my free-time goodbye because as of four pm this afternoon i'm officially part of the design team for a competition we've been shortlisted for in denver. our competitors? several native {to colorado} 'hot' architecture firms, including two that i actually interviewed with in the great city of denver. are worlds colliding? absolutely, and i'm excited to see the fallout. needless to say, i'm thrilled to finally do something 'cool' at my job. since assimilating, i think i've said all the right things. memorable emissions from my big mouth include:

'youth? put everything on these shoulders,'
'weekend plans? what weekend plans?'
'i'll be your huckleberry.'

so i made the last one up ... sort of. yes, i'm a complete loser. did i mention it's friday night and i'll be at the office by nine tomorrow?

my design input? respectfully witheld.
my professional credibility? nonexistant.
my blind devotion to the project? enough to fill the cosmos.

anyway, the next two weeks or so should be full of a comical amount of work intensity, innumerable wads of trace paper, a heart-stopping amount of caffeine, and legendary late night hangs at the 'ol 320. color me excited. i can't believe i've been craving this.

speaking of work, i'm also excited about tomorrow's 'big' event; a work cookout in the midst of some irish-fest in some town about twenty miles west of portland. i think i received a mass email a few days back where the words 'lots' and 'guiness' were very close together in one or two of the sentences. you don't even need to ask if i'm going to be in attendence.

i also failed to mention the night of august twenty second ... the night wolf parade and frog eyes invaded stumptown. a respectable night of legendary proportion. the night started off by josh {sweet guy from work} picking me up at 1945 {i wasn't on time, of course} and then heading to the ash street pub to slam some sodas and watch this band perform, {name?} whose members he was friends with. our dorky discussion of local bands and obscure musical name-checks was interrupted by some degenerate outside who starting yelling at me about terrell owens being '40 years old and finished' and 'how he's a big chiefs fan.' i nodded my head in agreement {mostly condescension ... and a little fear} because he obviously was drunk, didn't have a full set of teeth, and mentioned earlier how he's had to drop everything and 'kick some ass' at the bar on several occations.

at about ten we arrived at the crystal ballroom for the show. at this point, describing my anticipation or excitement for this show would basically be superfluous, simply because of how much i've grown to adore this band since i was first introduced to them by two legendary individuals {a.ross & k.knecht} months ago 'back in college.' their performance would only exaggerate my obsession. i only saw the tail end of frog eyes, which disappointed me, but once josh and i grabbed some drinks, i was quickly over it.

basically, the show was incredible. the crowd was pretty rowdy, but the energy was practically tangible, and i also found myself in the pit, which is slang for 'a sweaty group of aggressive teenagers.' someone threw a sandal at one of the bandmembers. he threw it back in the crowd and hit me in the face. i almost got a drumstick. i left with the pungent stench of seventeen year old body odor; and was beside myself with joy. by the end of the show i had made my way to the front with my hand literally resting on the stage. as much as i would love to elaborate further with a continual pitchfork-esque stream of elist and dorky adjectives and verbs, i'd prefer not to. i'll let my mediocre pictures do the talking.




becoming more technologically inclined by the day,

corbs.