Happy Birthday to my Tumblr!

I started my first blog not-coincidently during my first year of college. It was a tumblr account and I used it to log of my thoughts and fancies. Tumblr is a popular venue for people who are fans of specific shows, music, movies, people, etc. It is also notorious for being a site of the hipsters and youth; a place for angsty teens to vent about their woeful lives.

I now have many a blog and social medias account, and I use them each purposefully according to their best qualities. Tumblr is where I collect photo and street style inspiration, but during my college years it served as a window into the culture of the world around me while I attended a conservative christian school, it was also where I first saw the boom of memes, and learned the art of a vsco filter before vsco was even a word.

Despite the endless hours of late night scrolling I always felt a slight disconnect from tumblr; being a happier more upbeat person and all. I know, life is rough. On the other hand, I found tumblr was a comforting shoulder to lean on whenever I did need to vent or share my more personal feelings.

Four years later I can conclude that my tumblr served as an incredible log of my college experience, but more importantly it was a window into the transformational years of my young adult life. Just like any one who keeps a journal, we can admit how interesting it is to look back on entries. While most posts were about people and photos I liked, a handful were very personal. I invite you to explore my tumblr archives, and reminisce just as I have today, on it’s four-year old birthday.

tumblr birthday message

I have shared a picture summary of what the majority of my posts have been about (click image to view on tumblr)

My crush on Ferris Bueller

Ferris Bueller

My crush on Simba

lion king

My love for Audrey Hepburn

audrey hepburn

The fabulous Blair (Leighton Meester)


My crush on Andrew Bird 

andrew bird

Boys and Dogs

boys and dogs

The adorableness that is James Franco

james franco

My stupid pets

kitten lazers

All of my best FRIENDS

My Best Friends 

Random photos of things I’ve seen that happened to trend and get reblogged:

The Pixies, a stop sign in LA

Stop the Pixies

And my #1 post of all time!! Some dumb joke I wrote while doing my biology homework (over 700 likes).

dna jokes

Go ahead and follow me on tumblr! Or if you don’t have an account you should join, it’s a fun place to collect inspiration and build community, if Tumblr isn’t for you there is always another social media option… 😉 (see links below)

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Throwback Thursday: The Lonesome Crowded West


I must confess, the first Modest Mouse album that ever graced my ears was Good News For People Who Love Bad News (2004), the album that produced one of the catchiest damn radio hits from a scrawny indie band (you know the one) ever.  Ever since, the Issaquah, WA band has never quite been able to escape the limelight. Consequently, diehard fans of their earlier work would claim that you’d be doing yourself a disservice if you neglected to rifle through their discography, retrospectively. The album preceding GNFPWLBN was The Moon & Antarctica (2000), and since that’s not the album I chose to talk about today, I’ll keep it real short and say that it’s nearly goddamn perfect. So listen to it. Shoo. But its 1997 predecessor, The Lonesome Crowded West, is not to be overlooked.

Earlier this year, Pitchfork released a forty-five minute documentary on the making of The Lonesome Crowded West. It’s a rare look into the humble beginnings of a band that would later become stadium sellers, at a time when most of them weren’t old enough to get drinks at the bars they were playing in. Some of my favorite moments are the interviews with Isaac Brock himself, declaring his contempt for urban sprawl with a pronounced lisp and a sleeping cat draped upon his lap.  Another shining moment is a short clip of the late Elliott Smith, shyly admitting that the upcoming Modest Mouse were “innovative and emotional.” There’s an interview with Modest Mouse’s arguably biggest influence and contemporary, the recently established Built to Spill, also singing the young band’s praises.  The doc delves into each song individually, beginning with the moody, semi-autobiographical “Trailer Trash,” an angsty, yet tongue-in-cheek image of a broken trailer park family, a “short love and a long divorce / with a couple of kids of course,” and the protagonist “shouting that you’re all fakes!” in a Holden Caulfield-like fashion.  “Trucker’s Atlas” is a rolicking, ten-minute ode to the life of a touring band in a time before GPS and smart phones. “Teeth Like God’s Shoeshine” functions as an introductory piece to the whole album, and proves to be an elegant teaser of the many reaches of Isaac’s voice and emotion displayed throughout the record. “Doin The Cockroach” breaks out into a drum-heavy groove number, daring the audience not to dance. “I’m trying to drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away” laments Brock on “Polar Opposites,” becoming one of the most memorable and awfully apt lyrics of the album.

It’s an album for modern-age transcendentalists, for those who think strip-malls are ugly as hell, for those who get drunk on the Amtrak and who have ever had the urge to skip out on responsibility and road trip across the country. It was a prophetic album that pumped life into American post-punk at a crucial time, and is still a joyous listen nearly fifteen years later.