Yesterday Panda turned 8 and Eli (on the left) turned 7. Gabe (in the middle) is 11 and one of the nicest kids I know. Summer is sweet.Too bad they’re zombies.

Yesterday Panda turned 8 and Eli (on the left) turned 7. Gabe (in the middle) is 11 and one of the nicest kids I know. 

Summer is sweet.

Too bad they’re zombies.

My Baby Panda, who has no problem partying past midnight, danced her way into the age of 8 with a big stuffed elephant to Madonna’s Lucky Star.

My Baby Panda, who has no problem partying past midnight, danced her way into the age of 8 with a big stuffed elephant to Madonna’s Lucky Star.

The last day of being 7. 

The last day of being 7. 

The Rock is my soulmate.

The Rock is my soulmate.

 

(Source: carlsagan, via hodgman)

nestoftents:

Kimya Dawson and Paul Baribeau are touring Alaska! They will be accompanied by Daniel Firmin and This Heart.
Dates:
Wednesday / June 11th / Yukon Bar / 21+ / 9 pm  / free /  201 4th Ave Seward, AK 99664 / fb event
Friday / June 13th / Anchorage Community Works / all ages / 8 pm / $15 / 349 E. Ship Creek Ave. Anchorage, AK 99501 / fb event / + Sophia Street
Saturday / June 14th / Taproot / 21+ / 9 pm / $15 / 3300 Spenard Road Anchorage, AK 99503 / fb event
Monday / June 16th / Golden Heart Plaza (Downtown Market) / all ages / free / 550 1st Ave. Fairbanks, AK 99701 / fb event
Tuesday / June 17th / Fairbanks Shakespeare Theatre / all ages / $5 suggested donation / 722 Kuskokwim Way Fairbanks, AK 99709 / fb event / + Joseph Ransdell Green

nestoftents:

Kimya Dawson and Paul Baribeau are touring Alaska! They will be accompanied by Daniel Firmin and This Heart.

Dates:

Wednesday / June 11th / Yukon Bar / 21+ / 9 pm  / free /  201 4th Ave Seward, AK 99664 / fb event

Friday / June 13th / Anchorage Community Works / all ages / 8 pm / $15 / 349 E. Ship Creek Ave. Anchorage, AK 99501 / fb event / + Sophia Street

Saturday / June 14th / Taproot / 21+ / 9 pm / $15 / 3300 Spenard Road Anchorage, AK 99503 / fb event

Monday / June 16th / Golden Heart Plaza (Downtown Market) / all ages / free / 550 1st Ave. Fairbanks, AK 99701 / fb event

Tuesday / June 17th / Fairbanks Shakespeare Theatre / all ages / $5 suggested donation / 722 Kuskokwim Way Fairbanks, AK 99709 / fb event / + Joseph Ransdell Green

Grandma and Grandpa Jetter at their wedding and Grandma and Grandpa Dawson at their graduation from Howard University. 

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and   
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom.

- Dr. Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and   
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom.
- Dr. Maya Angelou