(#8) See Me, Feel Me

Dear Roger Daltrey from the years of 1965-1974,
We should probably get married.
Love,
Rachel

Really, I adore all four of these guys.

(#7) Who Do You Love?

There are not enough words to describe how much I love The Band. So I'll let these pictures do the talking.

R.I.P. Rick Danko and Richard Manuel.

(#6) (A Few of) My Favorite Things

Upon a few reviews of other folks' (very superior) blogs, I've decided that mine needs more pictures.

We've got another list on our hands, people.

Here are some things that I love:

Summertime. Most Floridians I know are not fans of this season. Not me, baby.

Uh, duh.

Tennessee.

This crazy painting of The Band in Civil War-era clothes I found while searching for actual photos of them. I kind of want this in my house.

Sunflowers.

Stephen King's books. Well, most of them. Especially when he's not being super weird or gross. I need this bookshelf and its contents. Seriously, if you haven't read The Stand, I recommend doing so as soon as possible. I love that book so much that I'll probably do a separate post on it one day.

Puppies. Is it lame that sometimes I just type that into the Bing image search and let the cuteness roll in?

Danville, IL.

Great white sharks, and more specifically, awesome pictures of them leaping out of the water. Wait, can something without legs leap? Probably not. Dang.

Oh, kitsch of any kind. How you make my heart smile.

Good night.

(#5) Summer Skin

I am unfortunately having to make peace with the fact that summer is ending, which is sad. I know a lot of people in Florida loathe the period from April to September that bestows such sweet gifts as 100+ degree weather and oppressing humidity to us, but I'll take that over frigid air and runny noses any day. And yes, I realize that Florida is not exactly the Yukon, but cold is cold is cold to me, okay? 40 degrees or -5 degrees, it's all awful. (And before you tell me that I don't know cold, let me just say that I hail from above the Mason-Dixon line from the great white north that is Illinois, so I've at least, you know, seen snow.)

I am slightly excited to wear my sweet semi-bomber jacket I got from T.J. Maxx for like, $30, though. Not to mention the ton of scarves that I have to hide in the summer to avoid wearing them with my tank tops, à la hipster chic. I do love me a good cold-weather scarf, you know.

(#4) Sister, Do You Know My Name?

I do not plan on having a child for, like, at least ten years. But I am going to be ready when that day does come, because I am thinking about cool names now. It's all about being proactive. Also, I like names in general.

Boy names I like (yes, they are mostly after '60s musicians):

Levon (this is a must. Levon Helm is the coolest man alive.)

Paul

David

Richard (I like The Band, okay?)

George

Roger

John (more after Entwistle than Lennon)

Keith

Girl names I like (yes, they are mostly from songs by '60s musicians):

Annalee, Anna Lee (but mostly the first one. I'm not that into two first names. ALSO: Annie for short, but only because there is a beautiful Ronnie Lane song with that title. Speaking of Ronnie, I kind of like Lane, but it is kind of weird for a girl/gay for a boy. But who knows.)

Sharon (I looove my grandma.)

Julia

Lucy

Katie (Yep, both of those are my dogs' names. But they're cute, no? And from Beatles/Band songs, respectively.)

Speaking of The Beatles, I like Jude, but some people at my church already named their baby that. She is cute.

More on this later, surely.

9/16/09 edit:

I completely forgot about Gideon, a name that my boyfriend once mentioned in passing and I fell in love with. I don't know, I like it.

(#3) Dogs

I've decided that I am going to own a Newfoundland dog that looks like this:

and name it either Garth or Hudson (or both) after this man:

This is a good plan, I think.

I'm also not doing the three-parter this time (or maybe ever) because

a) I don't feel like it all the time

and

b) no one reads this anyway, so I can do whatever I please.

(#2) Love and Some Verses

I am a terrible blogger. I am neither interesting nor determined enough to get up the motivation to write/type every day. I don't like feeling like I have to do something on a regular basis and clearly this falls under the category of "something."

You know what I do like, though? Iron & Wine. It's not classic rock, but I'll take it! I don't know if you've ever listened to him (until proven otherwise, I'm pretty sure Iron & Wine is just Sam Beam's stage name, so from here on out, I will refer to this artist by the male pronoun. Cool? Cool.), but if you haven't, you should. I like his early stuff. I like his in-between stuff. And man, oh man, do I love his most recent studio album (yeah, it came out in 2007, but whatever). The Shepherd's Dog is absolutely beautiful. And you should check it out. Specifically "Lovesong of the Buzzard," "House By the Sea," "The Shepherd's Dog," and "Resurrection Fern." The whole album kind of flows together, though, so I recommend the whole experience. You will not be sorry.

That is, unless you only listen to the last track, which was featured in the Twilight soundtrack, ack, and really isn't that great anyway.

Life: is still pretty good. I am apparently going to two college football games this weekend. Football is not my favorite thing, but we'll see how they go. I'm pretty sure I'm actually going to get to go to church this Sunday. School is meh and no one wants to read about it anyway. I bought a necklace last week. Accessorizing and I do not mix well. I'm counting down the days until the fall seasons of The Office and Parks and Recreation start (15!!). I am deeply boring.

Love: Iron & Wine. And my boyfriend for coming to visit me last weekend.

Classic Rock: is still my fave. One of the guys on my floor has a ton of old records with a player and everything and I spent thirty minutes discussing how everyone else's music sucks. You know, the usual.

P.S. I don't really think everyone else's music sucks.