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“I wish that albums would be wanted again because I wish peo­ple would want 12 songs and not just two. I wish that peo­ple could have the fun that we had when we would go and buy an album and lay on the floor and lis­ten to it 50 times. And sing along with the words and just be so touched.”

—Ste­vie Nicks

Ear­lier today my friend K posted a cou­ple of scanned pho­tos of me from high school on Face­book. I feel like I’m just now able to come to terms with the awk­ward young per­son I was… And so I scanned a few of my own.

I used to cringe about my super androg­y­nous phase. Truth­fully, I think it’s just because it also hap­pens to coin­cide with a time in my life where I wasn’t always very happy. Many of these pho­tos rep­re­sent good times, tho, espe­cially the ones in Ice­land and in Mel­bourne. I think I was actu­ally a pretty cute lit­tle boi­girl most of the time and I made it thru teenage and young adult­hood with­out being sucked into the fem­me­beau­ty­con­sumer­ma­chine, which is kind of neat.

Self Por­trait, 2000.

Elven blurry chil­dren, 1997.

Red Rocks, 1999 or 2000ish.

Ice­land horse trekking, 1999.

Mel­bourne, 1996.

Band photo shoot, 2001. We are try­ing to look very seri­ous here but if I scanned the out­takes (which you could not pay me a mil­lion dol­lars to do!) you could see how much we were goof­ing around.

My mom is copy­ing old recipes and she found this on the back of some­thing for bran muffins. I was quite the polite child. And look at the hand­writ­ing! I can’t even write in cur­sive this well now…

(the words are reeeally tiny in this one, oops. click it to see a big­ger version.)

I haven’t been dream­ing a lot, so instead I made a pic­ture of a camera:

I’m in the mid­dle of watch­ing Rosemary’s Baby. I have heard about this film many times but this is my first time to actu­ally see it. Besides being absolutely ter­ri­fy­ing, it is a per­fect time cap­sule of per­fect 60s style. I do wish I could pull off the Mia Far­row haircut…