We Will Be With You

Webster Hall is one of the increasingly few concert venues in the city that doesn't care what kind of camera you're bringing into the place (usually, and to a certain extent, anyway). This means no crappy phone pictures, and at least one more night where I don't foolishly try to talk myself into buying an iPhone just to use as a point-and-shoot. God I hate how good that phone's camera is.

Gotye, with Kimbra opening, Webster Hall, last night.

Neat visuals.

Kimbra returns briefly to perform their big hit.

This girl's got the spark of stardom. Plus, she makes fun music videos. Incidentally, it was her birthday yesterday. She turned 22, which makes my bones feel old.

The animated video that accompanied "Bronte" was cool as hell.

Not tonight, at least (though its sound recording at live events is pretty spectacular as well).

Pigging Out

After dreaming about its tender offerings for years, we finally hit up Ssäm Bar's bo ssäm for Laurie's birthday lunch earlier today. A roasted whole pork butt, a dozen oysters, and all the fixin's to enjoy it properly. I try not to post too many food pictures unless there's a story to go along with the food, but bo ssäm is one of those things that's just meant to be shared.

Midway through the madness. I know they're different things, but Korean BBQ's just not going to be the same after this. Fun fact: bo ssäm is available for to-go orders.

Casey and the birthday girl.

When I used to live with Laurie and Case, you could find her shoes hiding in almost every corner of the apartment. She brought these out to play today.

Of course, it's also St. Patrick's Day. Revelers everywhere.

Wasn't up to braving the pub crawlers today (yet, anyway). Dessert instead.

Happy campers.

Polite Ghosts

Caught a show a few nights ago at the Mercury Lounge.

Rewards -- the solo project of former Chairlift member/founder Aaron Pfenning -- opened.

With special guest Solange Knowles.

School of Seven Bells

Snow Day

Skaftafell is known for many things --  the Svartifoss waterfall, hikes past rivers and up mountains, two farmhouses that survive and remain after numerous volcanic eruptions -- but we decided to use our time to check out the nearby glacial tongue of Skaftafellsjökull. It's an admittedly easy hike and probably one of the park's lesser attractions, but we'd had our fill of waterfalls and farmhouses, and glaciers are kind of cool as hell, so why not?

The snowfall the night before and the fact that it was the middle of winter meant that we were some of the park's only visitors that day. That turned out to be kind of nice, actually.

Empty parking lot.

Trail blazing. Meaning we went the wrong way.

Oh hey, another waterfall. A mini one, but still.

Drink up.

Glacial tongue ho!

Roy totally scouted out this frame before me.

Look down.

Look up.

Lunch by the glacier.

No joke, this thing had shades of Chilli Chicken.

Seriously, there was no one else out there.

Good trip.

The airport, the next day.