We all know how this goes. People everywhere start making lists in December- all kinds of lists! Favorite films of 2014, favorite television shows of 2014, favorite songs of 2014, favorite albums of 2014, and of course, the most famous list (apart from the bucket list), a list of New Year’s resolutions. My New Year’s resolutions always seem to be the same things, which probably says a lot about what kind of person I am (procrastinator; lazy). BUT, I’m not here to talk about resolutions. Not yet. I  want to talk about something I’ve been working on since February of this year. Do you remember when Brooks Wheelan, the unfortunately short-lived SNL writer-turned-cast member, made a video-a-day of his life for a year? In case you don’t, you can watch it now so you’ll know what I’m talking about.

In case you didn’t watch it (you’re a moron if you didn’t), it’s a seven minute long video composed entirely of one-second clips from all 365 days in 2013. It’s set to Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) by Arcade Fire and Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs. It’s genius, and it makes you want to get out and make the most of your life. I decided that I would do the same thing in 2014. However, I started in February (because I didn’t see this video until February) and I kind of stopped recording every single day sometime in the summer. I had a really good record going and I broke it one day completely by accident, beat myself up about it (because that’s the kind of person I am), and decided that from then on, I would just record moments when I saw fit. So I’ve been working on this video, and I’ve been editing it all in AfterEffects, and I’m hoping to have it done by New Years Eve so I can have it completed and start a true video-a-day for 2015.

Have you ever attempted the video-a-day/second-a-day? If so, post yours in the comments, I’d love to watch them!

Here’s a link to what I’ve done so far (kind of a trailer because I was really amped about the whole concept of this in the beginning)



I crave the Pacific Northwest. I’ve never been there. In fact, I’ve never set foot on land farther west than Mississippi. For some odd reason, though, still, I have a crush on the Pacific Northwest. 

It started when I was a sophomore in high school and I discovered Nirvana. 

“Kurt Cobain is from Seattle. It’s usually cold and rainy there. I need to be in Seattle” were sentences that ran through my mind on a regular basis. I thought Seattle to be awfully romantic, and I, of course, romanticize Kurt Cobain, it’s hard not to. Keep in mind, I was chin-deep in teen angst at the time and I thought the idea of sublime artistic suffering while watching the rain fall with a coffee mug in hand and blanket wrapped around my cold, frail (I say frail because in this particular daydream, I was a starving artist. I am by no means frail, mind you) body, listening to the emotional strain of Kurt Cobain singing over and over again, Something in the way… Something in the way… was the direction my life needed to be heading toward. I decided I wanted to be a music producer and after college, I would work for SubPop records. Easy as that. 

The teen-angst ended, luckily it didn’t involve me doing anything my parents would disapprove of- I basically just listened to a lot of 90s grunge and discovered the indie scene and art house films. While I still love Nirvana, the complete obsession died out, too. I forgot about the PNW for a while and focused on other things, like boys, high school melodrama, and my budding music production career. Once in college, I realized music production was not for me and I pursued graphic design, which was very much for me. I graduated from high school in 2010, and then, in 2011, Portlandia premiered.

There’s something about the name, Portland. The syllables hit hard, almost like a staccato, before exiting the mouth. Port-land. Elliott Smith was from Portland. Mark Rothko was from Portland. Gus van Sant is from Portland. Portland. I developed an idealistic perception of this dream land where I wanted so badly to be. In Portland, I would be free to be a liberal without having to explain myself and argue with anyone who asked my opinions on political and social issues. In Portland, I could say proudly that I’m a feminist and support gay rights without being accused of being a lesbian- the two don’t coincide, guys! Straight people can support gays and lesbians, too! Look at me, I’m straight, I think everyone should be able to get married! In Portland, I would never be more than 5 minutes from a record store. In Portland, I could dye my hair lilac and receive compliments instead of dirty looks. In Portland, my boyfriend and I could ride bikes everywhere and have an adorable Siberian Husky named Ripper and a gray cat named Tattletail. In Portland, I could do anything I wanted and succeed, because I would be in Portland. 

It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s almost like I’ve become Jay Gatsby and Portland is my green light; my Daisy. The truth is, I know nothing about Portland. I’ve invented my idea of Portland. I’ve conjured it up completely on my own. Sure, I’ve done research and read PDX Blogs- I think I follow more Portland-area twitter accounts than I do Huntsville-area twitter accounts- but I’m okay with that. Because as long as I’m in Alabama, I’m going to continue dreaming about Portland, and maybe one day, I’ll get myself there.