Happiness is only real when shared.

the little things in life that make us happy.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Park La Brea


Living Room ^



Ton Bathroom ^


Ton Bathroom

Linen closet ^


Living Room^


Hallway ^


Ton room ^




Ton view ^


big closet in jaime's room




closet doors


Jaime's room ^




Jaime's bathroom ^



One of Jaime's views.. Variety Building



Retro double oven ^


Retro aluminum countertop/sink


Living room again


Front door/ closet ^


cafeteria kitchen



The Viewwwwwwww! You can see the hills when its not hazy in the morning!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Swans and the Swimming by Iron & Wine




"take me again," she said, thinking of him

"to the pond with the swans and the swimming."
far from his room the familiar perfume
how it felt to her when she was naked
lessons she learned when her memory slurs
as they marvel with love at the sunset
walking away at the dark end of day
she will measure and break like a habit
oh, how the rain sounds as light as a lover's words
and now and again she's afraid when the sun returns

"take me again," she said, thinking of him
"i don't care for this careful behavior"
a brush through her hair, children kissing upstairs
keeps her up with her want for her savior
the sun on the sand, on her knees and her hands
as she begs for her fish from the water
but turn them away, she's a whip and a slave
given time she may find something better
oh, how the rain sounds as light as a lover's words
and now and again she's afraid when the sun returns

- Swans and the Swimming
Iron & Wine


AG

Friday, May 7, 2010

Two of Us by The Beatles




Our blog is slowly turning into a lyrics page, and I DONT HATE IT!

Ok, so this one is dedicated to Rae. Not so long ago we were listening to it and decided it was one of our songs due to the nature of our lives. It's one of my favorite Beatles songs, and as our time here is coming to an end, I think its perfectly appropriate. Take it away..

"Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving

Not arriving on our way back home

We're on our way home

We're on our way home

We're going home


Two of us sending postcards

Writing letters on my wall

You and me burning matches

Lifting latches on our way back home

We're on our way home

We're on our way home

We're going home


You and I have memories

Longer than the road that stretches out ahead


Two of us wearing raincoats

Standing solo in the sun

You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere on our way back home

We're on our way home

We're on our way home

We're going home


You and I have memories

Longer than the road that stretches out ahead


Two of us wearing raincoats

Standing solo in the sun

You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere on our way back home
We're on our way home

We're on our way home

We're going home
."



AG

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Trouble by Ray LaMontagne





As Rae and I watched the chick flick A Lot Like Love, a song began playing in the movie. I recognized it right away and knew I'd heard it before. So we looked it up and found Trouble by Ray LaMontagne. His voice is raspy and deep, yet melodic and soft. It reminds me a bit of James Morrison, my other favorite voice out there. Not only does he have a great, unique voice, but the lyrics are great. They are simple and repetitive, but in a good way. Sing to me rayyyyyyyy.

"Trouble...
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble been doggin' my soul since the day I was born
Worry...
Worry, worry, worry, worry
Worry just will not seem to leave my mind alone
We'll I've been...
saved by a woman
I've been saved by a woman
I've been saved by a woman
She won't let me go
She won't let me go now


Trouble...
Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
Feels like every time I get back on my feet
she come around and knock me down again
Worry...
Oh, worry, worry, worry, worry
Sometimes I swear it feels like this worry is my only friend
We'll I've been saved...
by a woman
I've been saved by a woman
I've been saved by a woman
She won't let me go
She won't let me go now


She good to me now
She gave me love and affection
She good tell me now
She gave me love and affection
I Said I love her
Yes I love her
I said I love her
I said I love...
She good to me now
She's good to me
She's good to me"


AG

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

No Woman, No Cry by Bob Marley



One of my favorite things to do in the last weeks of school is to make my summer playlist. It is full of songs that I can picture myself singing when I'm cruising in my Nissan with the windows rolled down, bass bumpin'. One of the first songs I put on this year's list was No Woman, No Cry by Bob Marley. I've always been a slight Marley fan, but never too enthused about any of his songs. I listened to this song again while sitting at school, sipping my iced coffee. Whoa, man, Marley's got more to say than "smoke weed...everyday." I always thought this song was misogynistic, a man saying that if you don't have a woman, you'll be free and you'll never have pain. And was I wrong. He's saying, "You know, there's lots of shit in this world, but don't cry about it. Remember the good times in the past and the good friends you've had. Everything's gonna be alright." Now that's a message we can all relate to.

"No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the 'ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can't forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
'Ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown.
And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone, I mean:
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
I said, everything's gonna be all right-a!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right, now!
Everything's gonna be all right!

So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.
---
[Guitar solo]
---
I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown.
And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone:

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin', say don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

Eh! (Little darlin', don't shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.
Little sister, don't shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.)"

RN

Monday, April 26, 2010

The Rolling Stones


It's an age old question: Beatles or Stones? My answer has always been the Beatles, but lately they just sound whiny to me. Emo before Emo existed. I wanted something more rock 'n' roll, more raw, more Keith Richards falling out of a tree, so I started listening to the Stones. And man, they're blowing my mind. Mick Jagger is so sexual, when you listen to his voice, you can almost see him grinding, writhing around on a stage. All he's saying is, "Fuck you, let's fuck." And it's awesome. And the best part is, there was this rumor that Jagger and Bowie effed. Yeah, that's right, EFFED. Supposedly, the song Angie is Jagger's apology to Bowie's wife after she walked in on the two hotties naked in bed together. I guess we'll never know if Jagger actually put it in Bowie's poop shoot, but WHO CARES?! Two of the most well-known influential men of rock 'n' roll were in bed together. And there was another rumor that the police walked in on Jagger eating a Mars bar from his girlfriend's cooch. That, they found out was false, but you have to be a pretty big badass for a rumor like that to start going around. Yeah, so what Bob Dylan gave Paul McCartney his first joint? JAGGER EFFED BOWIE! I don't even care that they look like walking skeletons now, they made and still make great awesome super rocking rock music and they can keep making it until they are real corpses!

"Rape, murder, it's just a shot away."

RN

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Shooting the Shit


*see note

One of my favorite things to do is sit in our front window in one of the two awesome chairs I gleaned from the trash, turn on a record, watch the hot valets outside (see previous post), light a few candles, dream about sipping red wine, and shoot the shit. Alaska and I do this frequently and it's so refreshing. Whether we're talking about religion, Emile Hirsch, future baby names, or our families, we can talk for hours. It's easy to get lost in conversation, talking and talking, without realizing what time it is. Sometimes we take a break to belt out some Fleetwood Mac or get some chips and salsa, but for most of the time, we just sit and talk. Mrs. Tyler Perry and I do the same thing at work when we are cross eyed from cleaning slides of brain tumors. It's already 3 o'clock? Who knew? Does what we're talking really matter in the long run? Of course not, but it's nice to tell someone else meaningless things about your life and hear their meaningless stories at the same time.

"When I look at you, I want to dress up in a deer suit, have you shoot me, make me into deer jerky, then shit me out and then shoot the shit."

*this photo is literally the first thing that comes up when I Google Image searched "shoot the shit." I have no idea what it is, but it's funny. And I thought it was a lot more appropriate than the multitudes of ass fucking porno stills that also came up.

RN