So I've got this friend...

named EVA. I've been friends with her and her sister, Mary, for the past year or so. Her blog is right here if you want to check it out. She just recently posted this awesome video of Joshua James playing Modest Mouse's "Trailer Trash" which is one of my favorite Modest Mouse songs and which is the reason why I'm linking over to Eva's blog, other than the fact that she's a superb individual.

On another note, instrumental music is the shiz.

And on another note, I'm getting home this fourth of July weekend and it's going to be memorable.

And on one last note, the sprinkler keeps hitting the window just to my right and it manages to scare the crap out of me every time. Just like when the phones ring because there are two phones sitting practically on top of one another and both of the ringers are turned up to "bleeding eardrums". And just like when Lee decides to have mice nightmares and wake Chris and I up to blood-curdling screams at 1:45 in the morning. Take it easy, Lee.

I don't care what you say...

I think this is a work of art.



(Eva, you need to see this)

And not to present some sort of stretched paradox or anything but I killed a chicken with a hatchet a few days ago. It was... hmm.

Check out our latest photo shoot...

Eh, we're not sweaty.

I don't have FB.

And Chris does.

So I'll post this here to those of you who won't see it there because I thought it was pretty swell.

Love you all,
Niels

Leaving again...

I'm home for this weekend. I got here on Thursday night. It's been so marvelous.
But I'm leaving again on Monday morning to go work for a few more weeks.
Thanks for reading.

Much love,

Niels

ps - Three things you should do:
1. Check out The Low Anthem. They're awesome.
2. Go see Water For Elephants. It's in the dollar theatre right now and I loved it.
3. Bring me some damn brownies! I'm leaving again.

Being Blind Last Night

Last night I was moving pipe in one of the barley fields. After I was finished, with much pain and suffering, I began sauntering back on the outskirts of the field towards the house. Then I decided to take off my glasses. Being blind can be cool. I like not worrying about looking and anxiously observing everything around.

So picture this: Me, stumbling through a great barley field with the moon laying low in the dark blue sky behind me and to the left, and pale blue mountains in the distance. I'm wearing a green raincoat that is soaked beyond reason, muddy blue jeans, a gold necklace (which my glasses are hanging from) and knee high rubber boots caked in 3 inches of wet, heavy mud. My feet are dragging, my arms hang lazily in my raincoat pockets and my head is up looking up and all around at the far from dull smudges and blurs of blue and green and brown surrounding me.
I can't even see Chris, who is not that far away from me, who is finishing his pipe line.
I feel invincible, unstoppable.

Now.
Picture me naked.

AHAH!

I'm just young, rich and tasteless.

Eight Lines on Clouds and Sadness and Rain and Beer

Every single day and night
The clouds all gather, chat and fight,
Their colours have the power to
Sooth my soul, drink my gloom
And though they oft bring champion rains,
They still distill my heartache pains
One day they'll scamper, 'way from here
And when that day comes, I'll quaff more beer.

(The clouds here are awesome)

A Secret

My good people. I have discovered something magnificent. Something I had a good idea about but then received the whole truth. Something that makes me happier than almost anything else on the planet. There's only one problem: I cannot tell anyone over my blog. For this secret that I now carry is darker and more devilish than anything (not really) you're ever dreamed of. Also, someone that reads my blog can't know about this secret. NO, it does not have to do with secret love or anything relating to women at all, NO it does not have to do with men either, I guess. Nope, I didn't rob a bank and I definitely didn't lose my virginity.

Just ask me, if you can find me. When you do, I might just flash a knowing smile and tell you to go away. But probably not. I'll probably tell you, if I like you.

ALSO, found a second best friend:


He helped me vanquish at least 20 flies. Chris didn't help me do that.

ANOTHER ALSO, Chris, Javan (not black) and I named our hoes:
Javan: Delilah
Chris: Ophelia
Niels: Persephone

Peektyr.

The Mighty Wasp

(read about it HERE at Chris' blog)
You won't regret it. It was a mighty battle though I mostly hid under the bed...

My best friend:

My headlamp.
It keeps me sane and keeps everything bright when I read and when I write and when I'm stumbling around the bunkhouse at night looking for my glasses or a half-eaten doughnut.

Who's your best friend?