A Win-Win Situation

After the last post, we'd hate to leave the impression that our Sasquatch experience as a whole was 100% miserable. It was like low 70's at worst. It really turned out to be another fun road trip with friends and good music. So, even though the last post dripped with surrender, we thought we'd share a little photo log (with a touch of commentary) of the experience.

Saturday's highlights (for us, anyway) included Bjork, Arcade Fire, Electrelane, Ghostland Observatory, Grizzly Bear, and the Beastie Boys. The Long Winters probably would have been a highlight as well, though sadly we're pretty sure we spent that hour waiting in line for a couple of footlongs; which were worth EVERY minute.
Earlier that day, while enjoying Electrelane's show, Brandi spotted Napoleon Dynamite; or at least that's who we thought he was emulating 2 years ago when we saw him running past us at Coachella. As it turns out, it was Richard Parry of Arcade Fire. So we decided we'd pull out the camera (hopefully, without him noticing).

Not to be outdone, we were joined by another member of the Arcade Fire later on the same stage during Grizzly Bear. Win Butler! How cool are we? Two members of one of the biggest it bands in the world on two different occasions, gravitating right to us to enjoy two of the bands that we all think are pretty cool. These pictures are only slightly staged by maybe a few feet. (If you question just how close we were, Win wears a 36x36 dungaree.) With the exception of one annoying tall dude with a pony tail, no one even bothered them. Here's a shot of Brandi trying to kiss a rock star and Tim trying to find the aforementioned rock star in order to protect his honor.
The rest of the weekend was a bit of a blur, which is a surprise since we weren't even dropping "e" like Nate and Tonia. But who needs drugs when you're learning how to suck Diet Pepsi through a candy straw? (Is it just us, or is Nate pulling off a great Chris Isaak here?)

What's in a name?

A question as old as Shakespeare. Well fair Juliet, the answer is - a lot. On second thought, considering her question was directed towards the boy Romeo. Boy names really don't matter much as we see people getting away with such silliness as Gage, Tucker, and Jaxson. But girls have to come with that "Ahhh" factor. THIS is pressure. With names like Tim and Brandi, the two of us didn't exactly come from the originality farm. Which is fine. Those were different times. These days we have handy web sites and books dedicated to baby names around the universe. They had genealogy records and The Bible.

A little background: the two of us have a hard enough time when it comes to important cooperative efforts such as trying to decide on a dining establishment. De Beers may have come up with "A diamond is forever," but so are names. You don't want to send a new soul into the world with nothing more than an apology. Nor do you want to avoid responsibility altogether. This very blog is titled after a good friend of ours whose 16th birthday present was discovering that her legal name was "Baby Girl." Have we used the word "pressure" yet?

Our goal was to find something that was unique in nature, not just spelling. A name that would stand out from all the others, because let's face it, this child is going to be tall enough to be standing out from all the others anyway. We thumbed through the books, checked out cool websites like this, we even looked at street signs for inspiration. In the end, after much discussion, we just went with our gut. We'd officially like to introduce the world to the soon to be, newest member of the human family: Dorothy LeAnn Ricks. Just kidding. Paisley Sage Ricks. All together now..."Ahh."