songs for eric

i made my friend eric a mix even though he's a jerk.
check out the track listing below.
i know ive repeated songs and artists of past mixes but it is a different mix nonetheless.
want a copy? send me an email.

click on the image to read the trax.


winter retreat

sorry for the delayed post. life has been a little crazy with staff changes and draaaama at work as well as some personal trials and tribulations. all in all life is good and making me a better, more awesome person day by day.
last week myself and the other volunteers went on a retreat to georgetown, colorado, about forty minutes outside of denver. we spent our time enjoying the winter weather and experiencing as much as we could within the city of denver.

the drive up included a stop in leadville, colorado. this little old west town won my heart. do you see the saloon? do ya see it?!

downtown georgetown where the la puente crowd shacked up.

a few us became short time regulars at the local bar in georgetown, the red ram. it was a pretty cool space with this sorta hip basement hangout space. we listened to whatever crap was on the jukebox and played some pool and airhockey. turned out katie is a balla when it comes to pool. here she goes for another bustin shot.

kate and will pose in front of the maxwell house, a mountain town victorian from the good ole' days (the 1800s!).

the monterey family. all that's missing is montrose the monstrosity.

mountain man.


blind huber

i've recently picked up my copy of nick flynn's blind huber once again. it's been awhile since i last read it and this time around i'm finding it more moving than before. these poems take time, as opposed to his first book, some ether, which rolls through you with a smooth coldness. blind huber, however, is sticky and awkward. flynn writes of the relationship between a blind bee keeper and his loyal swarms. and somehow, as the book unfolds, the poems become more about solitude, duty and loneliness. which, in truth, is at the heart of human experience.

below is one of the poems from the book. check it out.

Blind Huber (i)

Opaque glow where my eyes should be,

what remaining light, eyelids

thin against it. Soothing,

as if all i pass were encrusted in wax,

dipped upright - wax bush & wax

bench, wax man, wax tea, waxy cup to waxy

lips, my eyes now more like their eyes,

morning filtered beyond translucence

as the acolytes cover the queen.

By the sound they will soon

swarm, clockwork, the frenzied heat of wings

forms droplets on the walls of

their city, their city softening, now twisting

just out of shape.


milagros art show

tonight nora and i will be putting up artwork by la puente volunteers and staff at milagros coffeehouse. im pretty excited to be putting together this little art show. it's also given me a goal in producing my own work. knowing something is actually going to be displayed in public provides this sort of super-motivation. tomorrow night is the art opening, complete with finger foods and coffee. im pretty stoked.

the following are a few of the pieces i'll be showing at milagros:

i dont have a title for this one yet. i do know, however, that im completely in love with it. it's a really simple drawing but one that took a lot of time, no less. this is sort of my vision of the modern west. open, empty but not untouched.
untitled. ink on wood. (i found this already painted board in a pile behind the sky vue motel)

slv polaroids. mounted on wood.

tree. soldering iron on wood, found behind la puente home.

in other news, next week (feb 13-15) all la puente volunteers will be hitting the road for georgetown and denver for our winter retreat. we will be visiting other programs that deal with homelessness in various ways as well as hanging out in the city and enjoying some time away from alamosa. im pretty excited.

this is what i look like when montrose attacks me with love.


little miss slutshine

i sent a very late birthday present to ms. kitty slutshine. here it is; polaroid, ink and acrylic on wood.