Luck

Once again I fail to update this thing on any sort of regular basis. Once again I promise I'll try harder...ah well. For now I just need to ramble a little before I go rinse off my wounds.

It's been a long time since I've had such a rough couple of weeks. I think I've remained in pretty good spirits throughout, but I'm simply mystified by the amount of weird/bad shit that has been occurring in such a short time span. The last two weeks have seen: first one dog, then both dogs, get out of the yard and run away (on more than once occasion);  me get the flu; a crew of men digging an enormous tunnel under our house at 8 in the morning multiple days; me lose my voice for some unknown reason; and finally - I got hit by a car yesterday. 

I've never been hit by a car before, but most of the cyclists I know have some pretty scary stories. as far as accidents go, it was one of the best I could have imagined. The man who hit me stopped for me, as did two other people who helped clear traffic, get me out of the road, and called the police and paramedics for me. My bike was unharmed, I did not break any bones or hit my head (definitely will be wearing a helmet from now on though). The EMT who looked me over was a sweetheart. Everyone was so nice and I really am not injured at all save for some road rash on my left side (which is admittedly, obnoxiously painful). The man who hit me was a pastor... I could tell he sincerely did not mean to hit me and he felt really terrible about it, but I was so completely terrified over what had just happened and what COULD have happened had things gone much worse than they did...I have no interest in pressing charges or getting any money out of him, but I did give him fair warning in my hoarse, raspy, cracking voice to just please, please be careful, to slow down and pay attention to the road at all times. It is so scary being hit by a car, even though I escaped unharmed, I never EVER want to experience that again, nor do I want anyone else to. I can hardly even explain the sensation. I was just riding along in the right hand lane, with my lights on, moving slower than usual due to the heavy load of groceries on my back. The next thing I knew, I felt a huge rush of wind, and in the split second that it took for the accident to occur, I remember thinking that something was wrong, but I didn't quite know what. Before I had time to understand what was about to happen, an incredibly fast-moving car was making contact with my leg and my handlebars. The handlebars swung to the side, my wheel spun out from under me, and I went down hard on my left side. I had COMPLETELY lost my voice and could not even speak to the cashier at the grocery store, yet when I found myself on the ground, stuck under my bike, and heard horns blaring behind me, I fuckin screamed. It didn't take long for my instinct to kick in and tell me to get the fuck out of the road, so I slowly pushed myself up on my free arm, untangled myself from the bike, and started dragging myself toward the curb. a man who had stopped behind me in a minivan put on his flashers, got out of the car and started asking me if I was okay. I told him hoarsely, "I think so," and he kept telling me "don't move, don't move." 

By the time the paramedics arrived I was standing up. I didn't hit my head or my face or break, strain, or fracture anything. I landed on my side and my outstretched hand. My knuckles are bloody, my pant leg was torn and my knee and elbow scraped open, and my wrist is a little stiff, but other than that I am unscathed. after about a half hour dealing with police and medics, I was unable to get in touch with anyone who had a car, so I picked up my bike and my groceries and began the walk home. I had kept it together pretty well up until this point, but as I walked/limped home by myself in the dark, bloody and shaken and with a big heavy bag on my back, I lost it. I cried halfway to my house and cried again when my roommate gave me a big hug after I told him what happened. I'm getting teary writing this right now. I think what scares me more than what happened is what DIDN'T happen: how many things could have gone wrong. How many ways I could have been seriously injured. How I could have been killed on the spot. I am terrified that it will happen again, but I don't want to give up on riding a bike. When you fall off you're supposed to get right back on again, right? I think it will take a few days for me to feel confident enough to do so, but I can't imagine not getting back on my bike. To complicate matters, the bike I was riding, a vintage cruiser (which I am totally not used to), is not my bike, it is my roommate's. My road bike's rear derailleur is bent, and I have not had the money to attempt to fix it in the last month, so I've been borrowing the cruiser when I need to and walking everywhere else. The cruiser has back-pedaling breaks and no gears and is wobbly and difficult to ride. I sort of wonder if I might have been better equipped to avoid the accident had I been on my bike, but there is no telling.


after I got home last night I went about my business like nothing had happened. I made split pea soup, rice and shrimp, drank some wine and smoked some pot with my roommate before she left for a friend's house. Then I found myself alone in the house, and I was suddenly overcome with intense paranoia. Now that this has happened, I thought, what if I've become a magnet for bad luck? I don't normally believe in such things, but after having so many shitty things happen, well, it's not really that much of a stretch to imagine that someone will break into your house and rob you or murder you. Obviously, I made it through the night just fine.

I think I've by and large been depressed and unmotivated since I got back from my trip. Lots of wonderful things have happened - new house, new job, new roommates and sweet new friends, plus getting to see  some of my favorite people ever - but I feel like I've been wandering through a thick fog. I've not been taking very good care of myself. I've been trying to change those things but every now and again my attempt fails and I wake up in my clothes, reeking of whiskey and with a complete uncertainty of what happened the night before. The other day, a friend of some work friends died unexpectedly. 25 years old, he went to sleep one night on his friend's couch and never woke up. What happened to him is a complete mystery at this point. This and last night's event are alarmingly loud wake up calls. Life is precious. Be happy, be safe, surround yourself with love. These are things I know, and have always known, deep down, but for some reason they become harder and harder to recognize when you are drowning in sorrow and uncertainty. I do feel that things will be different from now on. I am trying harder than I have in a long time. I am hoping that the loneliness that I feel will be sated, and that sincerity and friendship will win out over manipulation and lust. For with the season change can only come good things, and even if not, it is almost a new year already.

September 16th, 2011

This was my day today.

For Love of the River

O, sweet Blog! I've neglected you once again. Please accept this small token of apology: a Blog Entry.

This is a song I wrote on the banks of the Salmon River in Idaho, on august 5th...


a half-moon winks above me
The wild river crashes below
Trains go bellowing past us in my memory,
The sight of them out of your little window

Unsafe on a riverbank in Idaho
Don’t let the wolves trace your scent
The sea wasn’t ready to let us go
I couldn’t tell you Love was what I meant

Drown your eyes and damage your lungs
Fill your belly with liquor and glass
You’re clinging to a ladder of watery rungs,
it disappears into the tides of the past

Your kiss still on my lips,
You’re curling your fingers ‘round the mountainside
Roused from slumber by my favorite lover
I have half a wretched mind to stay inside,
Under the covers with you
as you dissolve me with your fingertips

Deciphering dreams in a darkened haze,
a voice is calling out among the pines
I’d not let you go for days and days
Exploring the curves of this tender maze
The sun pours its light on your lovely face
and I drown beneath your gaze

There’s water all upon us
at an unspoken hour
Our soft laughter as we overlook the river
You are soaking wet and lovely
as you send me into shivers
Close your eyes and sink yourself into me
Beneath the moon, below a tree

Revoir Pour L'instant...

Goodbye, little E M Franklin ave. house. Goodbye stray dogs, Salad Bowl, Crouton, and all the other lovable weirdos on this street. Goodbye hardwood floors and yellow kitchen. Goodbye to the hidden rattlesnake that is security.

So long for now, Austin...I'll be back in a couple of weeks. I will miss you fiercely while I'm gone - I already miss you, and am almost worried about myself outside of your safe walls. But, the fire and passion that brought me to this city has resurfaced and is urging me to go, go, but to return again, and I shall, much sooner than most. I'm off to a drier desert, to sandstone cliffs and sweeping dunes full of wind and mesquite, and to a colder coast, a river; to lands as yet unknown to me. I bring only my heart and eyes, and I know not what condition I shall return with them in. I look forward to resting, swimming, singing, digging my fingers deep into the earth and sand and breathing cool air. I am embracing the uncertainty that is wrapped tightly around my spine, a mechanical spider digging into me with all its legs, and all my unanswered questions lying in wait, looming on the horizon like storm clouds. I do not know if I am searching for solutions, clarity - I do not know what I will find. I know only that there is no other choice now than to wander, and it feels so right and so strange. Farewell, everything, a tout a l'heure, all my love for all this city and all the friends and lovers in all the far corners of the world on their own adventures.

IndieGoGo!

In hopes of raising funds for my trip so I can crash along through the desert playing songs and taking off my clothes, I've started an IndieGoGo project! Please donate if you are so inclined, and please do share with your friends as well :) There are lots of fabulous prizes in store for you if you do! Thanks y'all!!

a-travellin' I shall go

Well folks, I've developed a real bad case of wanderlust over here and have decided to feed that familiar monster by giving it exactly what it needs. So, come the end of July, I'll be selling all my shit, moving out of my house and hitting the road with my dog and my accordion. I'm headed northwest and am not really sure when I'll be coming back to Austin...I suppose when all my money runs out, eh? anywho, I need your help, O wonderful artists and photographers of deviantart! I'm trying to book shoots all along my route until I reach Seattle, and I'd love to work with you or someone you know in one of these cities. Let's get together! Spread the word! Here's what my schedule looks like for the week of July 25th:

WEDS. JULY 27TH
Albuquerque, NM (or camping somewhere)
Let's shoot!

THURS. JULY 28TH
Leaving Albuquerque for Durango, CO
(Can shoot along the way!)

FRI. JULY 29TH
Leaving Durango for Salt Lake City, UT
(Can shoot along the way!)

SaT. JULY 30Th
Salt Lake City, UT (or camping somewhere)
Let's shoot!

SUN. JULY 31ST
Leaving SLC for Boise, ID
(Can shoot along the way!)

as previously mentioned, I'm willing to shoot along the way between my destination cities, or IN one of my destination cities while I'm there. I'm also willing to travel a little outside of any of these cities (about an hour, I'd say) for shoots if necessary. I especially, really super duper a lot want to shoot outdoors on this trip, so let's please make it happen! Contact me for rates, details, anything else, and please do pass this along if you have the chance. Looking forward to working with y'all!

Thanks,
Mila

The Magician

I've been hiding out recently, folding inward, tucking myself away as though I were readying for the winter. But it is summer, and the hot winds blowing into town are kicking up dust storms which blind us in the dead of night. The sky is huge, full of fat puffy clouds that drift lazily on the breeze, and I squint up at them and wonder if they are bringing rain or only teasing. The cicadas have come back to stay, planted firmly on dead branches and in our windows, droning on and on about the same old things. There seem to be more of them, louder, every night. My little house roasts in the heat of the afternoon, but by night it is cool and silent and seems to be dreamy, lost in thought; much wiser than I. Most evenings I sit in a spot with a good vantage point and study the house, thinking about how strange it will be to leave it in a month, wondering if it is healthy to be so attached to a building. I am a different woman today than I was when I first walked in its door 13 months ago. I suppose I am afraid that if I leave, all the moments I had in this house will vanish also, or be buried, and I will forever be sifting through sand to try and locate the faintest traces of them. as much as I wish to be out on the road, far, far away from responsibility and obligation, I worry that all the beautiful memories I have from this house will be the only ones I will ever have; or that if I make more, they will be born in a strange place, one that is not familiar or mine, and then how shall I revisit it and them when I please? and so I must remind myself that Love does not remain silent within concrete walls; nor does it peer out of windows and sigh wistfully on beautiful days. I shall weave it into my hair, roll it into a cigarette and light it, slip it into my boots, pack it into a car with a dog and an accordion and travel west with it. For in the desert and the mountains and in all the miles in between Love stirs from its drowsy nap, rife with dreams, and warms itself in the sun. There, the inky night sky is shot through with brilliant points and streaks of light, and it gently cradles us, as the harbor cradles ships and sirens. There we will speak openly, and our pupils will dilate and we will be freed; be free to lose ourselves and to be true. So we stick together, and we press on, and I sing and wail with the bellows sounding on street corners in cities I have never been before. I leave little pieces of myself in these places, dropped like feathers in their rivers and on their dusty roads, in hopes that they will take root there, or lithify.

So far it's all a dream, a violet dream whose jumping off point is just shy of 12 miles down a winding path to the sea. For there lie ends and beginnings, centers and continuances, and I will them to meld together and with a sigh relax in their embrace.
I eagerly await my visit to the house at the end of that path - not my own, but one I feel I already know intimately. Though, certainly, once its door has opened it would not matter if a house continued to stand there at all. It would only matter that you stood there smiling, expecting me.

Waxing Crescent

A desert wind has swept across the plains
The moon is slipping by unnoticed again
A seed is stirring beneath the ground,
at the onset of the first rain
Which you wished upon this town

Our past is made of stars and rivers,
midnight kisses,
whiskey shivers
Traced in algae, silt and honey,
Always the mark the archer misses

Alight your love in a glass and drink it down
In your cells it will resound
Store it there for safekeeping
Watch over it while it lies sleeping
Don't let distance bring you down

That Damned Band!

These folks are fucking awesome. We played a house show with them on merry ol' Friday the 13th. Here's some photos I got from that night!

Roy Coon, on clarinet, and Bruce Salmon on guitar.

 Sarah Kihls on washboard, Bruce Salmon, Roy Coon, SICK on fiddle.

I swear, I have never met anyone who can make faces quite like Sick can.

The Susquehanna Hat Company!

My band! I love this group of folks as much as I love playing music with them. From left to right we have Michael Rubin, Alexis almeida, Adam Kobetich, myself, and Ian Everett.

Stuff!

Here are some pictures of some things that have occurred recently. Wheeee!

Sick!

The above shots are from a show we played at the Swan Dive on April 12th. Photos were taken by Eddie Lehwald.

Eddie and I, shortly before recording a whip-ass dueling accordion version of "Delilah."

In other news, I'm getting a new accordion next week and I can't. fucking. wait. My impatience is trumped only by the fact that I still have to save up $150 before I can go and get it. Sooo close!

Stranger Still

A gentleman comes ambling through the doorway with a quiet step
A gentleman with blazing eyes slips his hand in mine
and calls me baby,
says I'm pretty
A man with a heart of horsehair lights his cigarette and doesn't call
and so I waver
On the warmest night of the year,
so far,
I fear the waxing moon draws you elsewhere
and the tug of the tides only serves to pull our ships in opposite directions
For ever I am flagging you down,
trying to be clever
But forces conspire
And still I wonder

Take me down to the river
Weave your words into eerie melodies
Keep me guessing
So long as our eyes reflect the sky we'll be true
We'll be real,
rife with lust and misfortune
and if we rip holes in others' hearts,
Well, Love be damned
For our path is choked with poison ivy
yet it surely shall be written
And on some dark mistaken evening,
you'll arrive with wicked strings in hand,
Stare me down and take me home
Then for ever in dreams shall I recall your touch
And ever shall I make my days stranger
Stranger still

Pedernales Falls

Some pictures from the last couple of weeks, hiking with Eddie and Seamus at Pedernales Falls State Park.

Thursday

Today I dislocated my shoulder (for about the billionth time) while at work (for the second time) and had to go to the ER (first time for this particular injury!). They shot me full of morphine and "played tug of war" (as my nurse cheerfully put it) with my shoulder till it popped back into place. anyone who says morphine is fun is full of lies, that shit makes you SICK. Needless to say, I've been out of commission all day. Eddie drew a rocket ship on my sling and it drastically improved it.

also, since I've  been lazing about all day, I found some neat stuff on Tumblr I thought I'd share here. I'm going to make more of an effort to update this thing on a regular basis, by which I mean I'm going to try and take more pictures, record more videos, etc etc. Enjoi.

Nostalgia

A collection of photographs from the past, because I have been itching to travel lately...and as much as I want to see new places I have also been missing the places I have already been...

Sedona, AZ 2007

Northern CA, 2009

Anza-Borrego Desert, CA 2010

Box Canyon, CA 2010

 Shooting in Joshua Tree National Park, CA 2010

2011

I have taken an unintentionally long break from updating this thing. Lots of stuff has happened...some of it extraordinarily beautiful, some of it truly saddening. But now it's a new year and other bullshit. Things are really different and I find myself in a strange place, caught between coming and going, inspiration and despair. I haven't been taking as many pictures but I have been making and playing lots of music and that is keeping me going, though it is sometimes a struggle. Anyway, here's something from last night. Maybe I'll make more of an effort to update this thing every so often...

Your roots reach deep into the earth just as your stalks stretch toward the sky.
You exist in the hovering space between,
your full-moon eyes ever trained on the horizon.
A cold front has swept in with the new year,
reminding you that this is the season for cultivating small pleasures,
for planting hardy vegetables
A patrol car slips by your house on your quiet street
The snapping, snarling hounds have disappeared into the night
The pages of your book are filled with sadness
Yet you read them over and over in hopes that the words will shift,
arrange themselves into a hymn
We are looking back on ourselves
And we can now burn the past,
or decorate our houses with it.

You need friends and not lovers.
You need warmth where now there is only the wind across the plains.
You are searching for treasure in liquid and dirt,
you are building a false monument to pleasure.
There is no moon to shine through your window tonight.

Your heart is trapped in a collection of songs by a bellowing troubador
whose permission you ask to drive 500 miles for a kiss
What good will it do you?
The stars shall fall along their same trajectories as ever
and you shall be no closer to an answer.

Diatom.