one baby shoe, a McDonald's in the ghetto, a beach, my car, fights, crowds, anger, sunshine.

items from my dreams.

subcultures.

I just got back from 2011 Camp Pull a Shot in El Capitan Canyon (a little North of Santa Barbara). It was a magical place for coffee geeks/lovers and professionals who were willing to educate and share their experiences in the coffee industry. I basically hung out with some of the "rock stars" of the Barista Guild. After nights of pulling beer through the espresso machine; I have returned with valuable information and some humble pie. They truly have a great community sharing thing going on there, and everyone was super friendly and helpful.

here's a link to see what it was all about:

http://sprudge.com/exclusive-camp-pull-a-shot-photo-dump.html

Yes.

I need a serious time out.

Green, yellow, and red before bed.

Late night bike rides with the one I love after having thought provoking conversation with a stranger who had a little too much sake, but also a lot of heart. Love Love Love.

It was my freshman year of high school, we were disillusioned with our modern society. We hoped for nostalgia, things that people didn't like or understand anymore. We made friends, we all connected, the little group of us that always ate in the middle of the quad by the rock. It was 2002, and we loved the resurgence of rock n roll from bands like The Strokes and The White Stripes. We also loved David Bowie, The Clash, Smashing Pumpkins; you know, all those bands misfit teenagers dug. We were also diggin' this litttle ditty, a personal favorite of mine from his album Sha Sha. Ben Kweller's song 'Wasted and Ready.'' Something we would all sing along to while my mom drove us around town.

Dark and Moody Always.