Currently working on CSS, very minor PHP rewiring, catalogue taxonomy, e-commerce engine, #16, and the first micromix and the first digital 7″. And the first non-music releases (hint: you can wear some of them, you can read some of the others).
In related news, Conifer played Los Angeles last night and won over several new fans. It’s not very often that a.) I think a band performs well and b.) they think they performed well, but last night the perfect celestial alignments were in place. It’s been nice spending the past 48 hours with Zack, Shadley, Nate, Leif, and Camlin (and Lesbian broham/van driver/merch dude/shirtless guy Pete). LA only becomes a strange place when you forget the path you took to get here. Though many aspects of my memory are clouded over indefinitely, I know where I’ve been and (hopefully) know where I’m going.
Always go off.
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In the, “in case you are still reading” installment of this post, I’d like to add one additional thought, regardless of its randomness and non-relation to the above, purely because I don’t want to honor it with its own permalink.
Saying “I love you” indicates a feeling, not a timeframe. The problem with telling someone you love them is not in the phrase or the emotion, but in the infinite length it can supposedly suggest. “I love you” means I love you. It does not mean “I love you forever,” or “I love you regardless of these specific faults.” This armchair philosopher posits if we can take “until death do us part” out of the inferred meaning, there just may be a strong decline in murder/suicide statistics. XO.