happy turkey day.



sitting at gate B20 at YVR. 
paul simon, “graceland” (the cure for all things.)

feeling, well, grateful. it’s thanksgiving, so this makes sense.
i was looking at a photograph earlier and all i thought was, “someday that will be old. people 100 years from now will look at it and look at those people that were born and lived and passed and they’ll wonder how life turned out for them.”
nothing is permanent. 
what a strange relief and a valid reason for panic. it passes, this passes. everything passes.
but what a beautiful way to keep yourself present. to see past the things you wish were, to see past what once was. to see things as they are.
and to hold onto the good while it’s here.


stop asking, heart.

the emotional fall-out from that is me eating president’s choice hors d’oeuvre puff pastries in my underwear wondering if my cat stevens record is consoling me or making me feel more depressed.

so did i make the right decision?




and bring out the new, why don’t you?

(the sound of a curtain swooshing back)

dani press is proud to welcome three newly-inducted cards into the fold!

i’ve long needed a sympathy card, so this is my first crack at it.
something gentle, something encouraging.

still ridiculous.
the second in a series featuring my little brother as my muse. i can’t tell you how many people buy and ask about ‘ridiculousness’, so it only made sense to keep going in order to keep up with the overwhelming demand.

written into the sands at bocas del toro, this is as simple and to the heart of card-giving as it gets.
“i thought about you and i wanted you to know.”

i could use this for everyone in my life for nearly every occasion.
and that’s why i love it.

get yourself over here to check them out online, as well as see the rest of the dani press roster.

and thank you again to everyone in my life who continues to give me the enormous encouragement needed to stay working so hard doing what i love.


quite true.


“That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts, don’t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability, or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are.”

Paulo Coelho.


don’t let the success of others belittle you, push you down.
that’s not what it’s meant to do. 

be encouraged by their adventure and achievements, they are paving unknown territories and so can you. 

you are no different from them.

the men.

“If you’re playing a poker game and you look around the table and and can’t tell who the sucker is, it’s you.” Paul Newman.

“This film cost $31 million. With that kind of money I could have invaded some country.” – Clint Eastwood.

“My arms are too short to box with God.” – Johnny Cash.

“Just because you like my stuff doesn’t mean I owe you anything.” – Bob Dylan. 

“The best music is essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.” – Bruce Springsteen. 

These dudes are either not here anymore or are 60+, which only aids my theory that I was born in the wrong generation.
A massive bummer.

tune tuesday, oh cline.

“Her grave is marked with a bronze plaque, which reads: “Virginia H (Patsy) Cline ‘Death Cannot Kill What Never Dies: Love‘”

#5. a concert. a really good concert.

the august list is in full swing.
next up, #5.
a really good concert.

sigur ros at mcmenamins edgefield just outside of portland.
with siblings and friends, ale and blankets, birds and planes overhead.

i kept looking at the tree catching the changing light right behind the stage. thinking of jem. cheers’ing to him.

it was a most beautiful night.