as it pours

tropical storm Debby has been letting it out all over Florida for the past couple days. we've stayed inside the confines of this cozy hundred-year-old home that Peter grew up in. i've been sleeping until almost noon, reading The Proud Highway, and admiring the constant water streaks on the tall windows of the dining room. we've had many a intellectual talk on religion, politics, and the purpose of art. Peter and his dad, Paul, planted an avocado tree in the middle of a windy downpour. we watched the Dead Poet's Society and i gave the rain a run for its money right about at "O Captain! My Captain!"

here's a bit of what we've been enjoying indoors:
good rainy day music
this hilarious interview.
really intriguing and terrifying ted talk on personalized web searches and their control over the content we see.
this bear fam is bound to go viral. i'm calling it.
some really beautiful pictures of a musical festival called Sasquatch in Washington. after looking at the lineup and the venue, i can't help but cringe knowing i missed that.
and this quote:

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.” 
-Hunter S. Thompson