Tomorrow night

Less teeth/toothless/loose tooth

Speaking of teeth, please direct yourself here to hear some amazing grunge pop by my friends for life, Kyle and Gabe; the band is called Loose Tooth.

Poems-R-Kool

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

–W.S. Merwin

Return

I kind of miss WordPress. I used to do “week in pictures” entries which were really just images of things that related to the week that I took off of image search. Since I am as sickly-miserable as I can ever remember being, I am going to do this again. For old time’s… sake?

(these people, 2 years later… this was 2 years ago?)

(Marlene’s first falafel)

BUT THEN

(that’s me)

I am back home.

rachelbrowne.tumblr.com

Morning in America

I am really proud of our country today. Reading reactions from around the world, seeing people celebrating in the streets of Manhattan last night, and feeling a new sense of hope (of course, coupled with anxiety and caution) for our future… I can honestly say that this is the first day in eight years that I have felt this way. There is so much to repair, so much to begin… but this is a beginning, and a profound and hopeful one at that. I am, however, extremely distressed by the passing of Proposition 8 in California, and Florida and Arizona’s vote to ban gay marriage outright. Small steps… some forward, some back.

Now to attain the new Futurama movie that came out yesterday…

Last month we went on a band excursion, and today I remembered I took pictures.

Tattoo ideas from dad

Eh

Stereolab is really good live. Amanda is really good at randomly being at a bar 50 feet away from the venue when I got out. Erin Shea is good at being born on October 4th… EVERY YEAR

Jenny Lewis had better shred it tonight. I am bummed that Sarah Silverman “opened” for her last night as a last minute special guest and I didn’t see

Harvest

how can i feel at home
in the house we grew up in
when it’s gotten so cold
and you don’t care where i am

with all my wisdom teeth
and counted one more
i have learned nothing
if nothing is sure
of leaves taking last breaths,
from new color to death
to sensory memories,
to here is what’s left

there will always be a few
sentences left around the room
edit, erase,
and write back soon
and we may not speak
for many more harvest moons
but i’ve got your words here
and i’ll write a tune