I'm 18, I'm moving to Idaho, but Oregon will always be number one in my heart. I'm a camera-toting style obsessed music and movie maven, a lovechild of the 1960's and 70's and a constant lurker of the internet. Have a question about zombies or hair? I'll probably have an answer. Read on, leave comments, and never be afraid to make a little contact. XO, Dacoda.
I seriously thought this was a joke. And then I found out that this song is currently number one on the charts. What the fuck is wrong with America? My heroes eat shits like this for a pre-breakfast snack.
I’d rather hear about Tiger Woods’ and Jesse James’ perils with their made-up sex addictions than hear this song or see Adam Lambert’s face ever again.
Help build a better tomorrow, take down Adam Lambert today.
Advice: Don’t have that for breakfast. It’s a little ways past disgusting. I would know.
I’ve always been so in love with Josh Homme and every little musical thing he does, how could anyone not be?
I only listened to like, two songs until I met this amazing boy from California, Daniel, a couple years ago. Among many other things, he shoved a love for Josh Homme into my heart and that, along with everything else, has never left. Now, I own every Queens Of The Stone Age album, working on Eagles Of Death Metal, and just bought Them Crooked Vultures recently.
Josh Homme and the musicians that he creates all these lovely sounds with capture and captivate me every time I hit play. Their mix of experimental and garage and hard rock is so absolutely perfect, it is quite possibly capable of audio orgasm. (Cosmo told me that you can orgasm by just thinking about it, so it can’t be too hard to climax to these tunes. I can almost promise you won’t need to fake it.)
Unfortunately, Mr. Homme is taken by dear Brody Dalle, with whom he was a beautiful child. That doesn’t mean you can’t fall in love with his voice over and over again though.
Not only is he worthy of the title of The Ginger Elvis, he is also really rather funny (and makes smoking look so sexy).
I’m considering moving to SoCal to experience first hand the Palm Desert Scene and pursuing my career in rock journalism there. I hate hot weather, and the only people I know there I haven’t talked to in like, a year.
If a certain indie music master smart ass Republican from Newport Beach sees this, hit a lady up? I have a lot to say, it won’t be a waste, and you’d be the perfect non-stranger to help me navigate the music scene,
Dacoda.
To Whom This May Concern At My Local Safeway,
I would really appreciate it if you would consistently place POMx tea in the same location. I only have a limited amount of lunchtime, and this snag almost prevented me from being able to further support your fine establishment by purchasing some of the most perfect slices of dried mango known to mankind. I would not like for this to happen again, and I do hope you wouldn’t want it to either.
Sincerely,
Dacoda.
Anyway (and by the way, POMx tea is so super delicious), I’m completely in love with Maurice. Maurice as in my 80gb Classic Video iPod. I had never formed a very serious relationship with him until recently when it hit me that he always knows exactly what I want. He matches my mood so perfectly during shuffle sessions as if he is my soul’s own personal disc jockey. Why the name Maurice? This is why:
You really only need to watch the first ten seconds. That’s the reason. Craaaaaaaazy old Mauriiiiice. And then I also made a cat on Sims (2) that was pretty much retarded and named him Maurice. The iPod was sure to follow in this trend. Isn’t he gorgeous?:
He is the main man in my life <3
On the subject of music, my current constant repeat artists are (no order of preference!): Ida Maria
Spoon
Hellogoodbye
The Postal Service
Stars
The Raconteurs
Regina Spektor
And I shall treat you to a sampling. Since WordPress is lame and won’t let me embed playlists from ANYWHERE, follow the link, yeah? Riiiight here.
And this was an after-thought that I should have included, Honey And The Moon by Joseph Arthur. Die hard fans of The OC will recognize it from the pilot episode. It’s still one of the sweetest songs I’ve ever heard.
So I have this theory. Every girl is a bit skanky at some point, and regularly. Some just have better discretion that others. Some girls like to express their inner skank by grinding on some guy’s crotch at a party, but then others prefer to dance around half/completely naked in the privacy of their own homes. I’m part of the latter group. I’ll admit it, I listen to Lady Gaga. And contrary to what most may believe, I actually enjoy it. I’m not ashamed, I just like to have fun while showering and getting ready for my day. Lady Gaga and Beyonce have been longtime favorites while dancing in the shower, so you can imagine my delight at the advent of Video Phone and Telephone. Especially Telephone. :D
And it has come to my attention that a large amount of the hits my blog receives are from people searching for the meaning of Ride The Tiger. I got the name from the Dio song Holy Diver. My own meaning? It’s an inspirational message. Like when someone is dejected because everything keeps getting them down, I sometimes feel it’s necessary to give them something to make them smile and empower them. “Hey. Ride the tiger.” People usually don’t even ask what I mean by it since it’s implied by the context, but it has never failed to make anyone smile and brighten their day, if only for a moment.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it before, but I am an avid raider of thrift shops. After a lovely morning of Mythology and Psychology, I visited my local Salvation Army thrift store. Probably one of the best raids I’ve had in a while. Today I found:
This Awesome Owl Wall-Hanging Duo
As if I don’t have enough things hanging on my walls already :P
I’m getting ready for decorating my new apartment this summer!
A Miniature Aphrodite Statue
It’s a little smudgy right now, but totally fixable. Everyone needs a little Aphrodite in their lives ;)
Some Killer Red Shoes
Just my size. According to the date tag, they’d been there for over a week! I can’t imagine so many people overlooking them.
Cub Scouts Neckerchief
How could I not get it?
This Lovely Apricot Dress
I’m hoping to incorporate this dress into a future photoshoot, something by a river with lots and lots of foliage.
And More Books To Add To My Own Personal Library
A rundown on the titles:
The Foundation Trilogy by Isaac Asimov
The Gipsy In The Parlour by Margery Sharp
The Republic of Plato
A Separate Piece by John Knowles
Ishmael by Daniel Quinn
I hope your day was as superb as mine! All filled with thriftiness, Modest Mouse, The Complete Fairy Tales of The Brothers Grimm, and getting my favorite mug back : D
I’ve had two teachers just this week tell me how much they want it. The teacher whose class I’d left it in yesterday claimed he almost considered taking it.
Tell everyone they’re looking really good today for me,
Dacoda.
I’m going to try doing one of these every month, and see how things evolve. It’s awfully fun, I’d suggest picking up the habit (:
And I definitely recommend carrying a notebook with you everywhere you go to jot down all the little things that strike you at any given time to aide in creativity later.
Oh, and my new heartthrob:
Landon Pigg <3
(a.k.a. the guy from Whip It)
Speaking of Whip It, who else is so inspired by Ellen Page’s character Bliss/Babe Ruthless’s style? I know I am. Lordy, over all fashionably inspired. Those girls were babes with good, unique taste. Drew Barrymore is a golden lady.
On a side note, how do you personally define the saying ‘cast pearls before swine’? I know my definition, and I know it’s not biblically correct, and I don’t really care. I’m just interested to know what your own views on it are (:
A final piece of advice, don’t be afraid to mark up your books. Your own books. Annotating is the key to grasping why the written word is so impacting.
Enjoy the rest of this leap-less February,
Dacoda.
1. Kate’s homemade bonbons
My super swell friend Kate (the tree climber, if you happen to look at my photography) made the most delicious chocolate wonders for The Chocolate Ball, a dance we had to support Lit. Club. They had sprinkles. And they were chocolate. Win? YES. Here’s some Chocolate Ball fun:
photo one: Pat and Erin
photo two: Morgan and Kate
2. A Beautiful Mess
As in the art inspiration blog of Elsie Flannigan. Check it out! She’s one of the raddest chicks ever, and if I could have anyone’s life, it’d be hers. As in I’d want to be like her. Not that I would want to take her life as in kill her. That would be terrible D: Anyway, she comes up with all these nifty little crafts alllll the time, finds the cutest things everywhere, the best music, the best art, and is just oozing creativity in every post. Here’s Elsie, from a picture she has on her Flickr:
3. Cliff’s van, Dr. Katrina the Hostess
Who likes cruising? Dacoda with Clifford and Katrina!
4. Cleaning my room
I don’t have any pictures for this, but I do love how clean and homey it’s becoming :3
5. Billy Boy On Poison, Saybella, and The Virgins
I’m sure you’ve heard of The Virgins. So nevermind them (but still <3), Billy Boy On Poison was recently one of the Singles of the Week on iTunes with their song "On My Way" and apparently on Gossip Girl once, but I don't watch that show so I wouldn't know. And Saybella is a recording artist out of Portland, Oregon. Check them both out: Billy Boy On Poison; Saybella
6. Thursdays
Both classes I have end in ‘-ology,’ so of course it’s a good day. Mythology and Psychology? Fuck yeah. I get to sleep in and I go home at lunch and not have to come back. I never work on Thursdays either. Thursdays are my little slice of heaven (:
7. The squid dress I’m designing
Yeah, this sketch is nowhere near completion. Just you wait. And when I become a sewing master, it shall be made (:
8. My new boots
I chose new boots over gas. I totally think it was worth it. I may have to live like I’m poor while my bank account recovers, but at least I’ll be living poor in my new boots.
9. My plan for the last day of my senior year
It’s pretty simple. Creep out a shit ton of people, cos I’ll never see them again!
10. Realizing the widespread possibilities for my future
I could be a forensic psychologist, a coffee shop owner, a coroner, a taxidermist, a photographer, a writer, an interior designer, a small shop owner, or like a doctor. I doubt it. But maybe. But no.
Or I could be a hobo and live in a box. But I bet I’ll be a happy hobo.
I’m pretty much head over heels in love with The Sounds. The first time I ever heard them was the summer before freshman year, 2006. “Tony the Beat” was the greatest thing I’d ever heard, especially when everyone I knew around me was all caught up on deathcore and screamo shit.
I hated their new album when I first heard it, but now it’s constantly playing when I’m chilling and/or driving about. Anyways, point is, about a month ago they uploaded a trailer for their upcoming music video for “Beatbox” (which makes reference to Tony, fuck yes) and I’m shaking with excitement. Check it?:
And who else is loving the constant stream of That 70′s Show reruns all over the television? Because I know I am (:
I should do something worthwhile with this, so, I’m going to promote some pretty fuck awesome bands I had the pleasure of dancing and sweating to tonight: