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Blindly.

AJ Ragasa Photography

I can’t be sure if it’s the glowing orb of a moon hanging in the sky like a bowl of gold, Barcelona radio playing in the background, skimming through my amazing nephew’s recent travel photos (Luke Mattson), or being surrounded by moving boxes again that has me feeling overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with gratitude, overwhelmed with wonder, overwhelmed with questions, overwhelmed with histrionics, overwhelmed with my surprising ability to be so surprisingly present in the simple moment of now.

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Bleach.

Last night I had the immense pleasure of celebrating Bleach’s 5 Year Anniversary. The Shrews and Blanco Bronco played great sets, bubbly and beers flowed, I was surrounded by friends old and new, and I’ve got my very own freshly printed tee to remember the evening by. Being back in Tacoma to enjoy this mark in the shop’s history was wonderful. It feels like a decade ago when I first walked through the doors of Bleach for my first day on the job and ages since I patrolled the parties that brought such fun and plenty a hangover.

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The fight.

Pain is a strange thing. It’s beautiful and it’s horrifying and it’s been researched and reviewed and wondered about for centuries. I’ve read that the body refuses to remember specific types of pain, childbirth for instance. There are also the types that the mind will hold onto forever. Research shows that any pain lasting more than a few minutes leaves a trace in the nervous system. But that’s only physical pain- what about the emotional? Suppression or substitution are two ways of avoiding memories of painful or uncomfortable times, yet in the moment of emotional or mental pain it feels as if there is no way to reduce it other than chemically.

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