This is Stupid Face after he got sprayed by a skunk (at 11pm, just before we went to bed).

Okay, so we're back in Colorado, and after much neglect I might try to get back into the online diary thing. Mostly so my dad can spy on me. Hi dad!

My latest news is that of my 25th birthday. Jacob, Jason and I climbed Long's Peak, which was lovely, but long. We began at 1am, and ended at 11am...slept the whole next day.

Really, it's a stunning place, and I would recommend it.

I'm going to try and post some photos of the past four months over the next few days, but more than likely I will slack on it.

To Daytrip

One of my favorite things is the daytrip...especially in Taiwan where pretty much every sight can be seen in a day. Waking up early, getting on a train, seeing, coming back. It's lovely. We went to Kenting on Saturday around noon, got in around 5pm, rented a scooter, made some rounds, went to the nightmarket (all the Hawaii shorts and squid on a stick you could ever want in life), slept, spent the day at the beach, ate coconut and mango, came home.

So easy it is to daytrip.

However, slightly uneconomical. Whatever.

This is my dad. We had plans to go to India until he actually had to go there for work and few years ago and now dodges the subject (some traveling stress, I assume). Oh, DAD. Speaking of India, I noticed that The Sartorialist had some nice pictures from New Delhi.

Mociun

Mociun, clothes and textiles by Caitlin Mociun. They're amazing. Not only beautiful, but interesting and well-made. I am writing about it because it has always been a pipe dream of mine to design textiles (sigh). I pretty much want to become these leggings.

This is just more of me going through old pictures on the computer. It's fun. My dad is good at saving old things (maybe an East-coast thing?), while my mom tends to throw it all out (a Colorado thing, I am positive). It is an old, old picture from Bente's family archives. I think it is a nice photo to look at, but even more, I like the idea of this picture being taken. I don't know about you, but I haven't seen many picnic pictures from the past fifty years up to par.

She Bangs, my Stepmom

This is a shot of Bente, my stepmom, from her heyday. I love to hear her tell stories about these times, "Oh when we went to the beach in Blokhus, did we have our own sand dune? Oh! And did we get mad when there were other peoples on our dune? Oh! and when the disco burned down, did I cry? Oh!"

At the port

One fantastic thing about the Chinese is that they generally don't feel exploited or invaded by photographs. I wonder, should I be taking advantage of that? Because I really like this photograph, yes.