As Vain as Dreads

Uh...so I'm moving to Vermont next week because I have a job there. At Rome SDS!
To commemorate my future surroundings (hexed with hippiness) and to demonstrate having a salary, I am going to buy these shoes lickity split. Cant wait to skate them in, along with a few good pair of deep black skinny jeans although tye-dye is the new black. Hoping there is something for me to skate out there. And my apologies for keeping anyone in the dark on my stagnant blog here. A lot of things (& my things on the internet) are going to change soon. Excited to be less spatially challenged over all and off the hook of social networks....

Repost: Me with purple dreads.


MUST SEE LADY SKATE SLASHERS
(I am a textbook "skate chick" alright?)

AND GNARLY MINNEAPOLIS HOMIES

making moves

is scary like this

When I Grow Up from Fever Ray on Vimeo.

TWITTER DRULZ

MYSTERESE.COM @ everyone: my liver hurts. too much party. less than a minute ago from old laptop. in reply to everyone who thinks we care

thought you should know

Every week a batch of emails come in from my dad.
Reminders to "keep my eye on the prize."

After clicking through a pile 20 deep that have been backed up since i started school a few weeks ago, i am reassured that although being slightly over-concerned, my dad is killing it. Links to design forums, snowboard realms, malakye, corolflot, print mag, how mag careers, various videos like prom dress rugby, some eyebrow craze, baby commercial outtakes, "my future", jobs falling. LIFE.

I asked that in order to determine the urgency or priority of his emails, that he write descriptions or messages in each email rather than just a link. Now I get a hint to the content with descriptive words such as "funny", "jobs", and "check this out". Sometimes these messages are more sentimental when really sad country music videos are sent to me and my sister. At least he has the internets to attempt filling his empty nest.

Looking at all of these emails thoroughly every week is trying, but i am so glad my dad gives a shit. And I think by now he truly understands my interests. In all of the online capacities of design, skateboarding, and snowboarding, he seen it.

BLOGS = NARCISSISM?

This last weekend was the first Elhard Famly camping outing in the last 14 years. We went to Wirt, MN and we tried. We were rained out on the first full day. Thankfully, when Mattea and I awoke, we immediately took the opportunity to commence in our favorite activity of canoeing. It started out as a fun game, but we soon became Canoeing Conservationists on Noma Lake. We collected all these vintage cans. Most of them over 20 years old! My favorite is the Hamms can.
It was so sad to leave my family of commedians, conservationsists, and campers for the high and dry roads.
Back to Bemidji...

When we arrived, no joke, Antique Roadshow was airing a segment about vintage can collecting. This first image features the early pop-tops (my Hamm's can has the same top). On my way back to Minneapolis I stopped at this tourist attraction that I had never been to in all my years living in Bemidji. Spectacular collectibles in every corner! I picked up a few new/old touristy tees and browsed the Northern Minnesotan Zine selection on my way out...

the latest status

i have become a Grenadian!

thanks Joe Millionare and the Grenerds for making it official.