December 2010
34 posts
a rational plea. there’s simply too much life for us to live. think about all the places your life could take you right now, from this moment on, and when you think about that, also think about all the places that that it could have taken you but didn’t. isn’t it only rational to expect a huge absence for all the life you not only haven’t lived, but can’t ever...
now this city is a picture of early afternoon darkness, a descended sky of grey.
i think of leaves on cobblestone streets that have taken the shapes of the stones and made of themselves a likeness true to form.
this is silly though because these leaves are not on the streets and they are not on the trees.
they are gone, either blown by wind or swept by men and now only water lays on the stones...
her father curses while telling a joke at dinner and her mother pretends not to laugh.
outside the wind is blowing and the leaves move against each other soundlessly.
through the glass windows they are vibrantly green.
soon though, like everything else around them, they will begin to die.
soon the green will retreat and it its absence there will be an agony of color until at last the leaves...
WatchAntony Crook’s short film Thirty Century Man
norway + countryside + a never setting sun + a cape + new mogwai demo = awesome.
the pictures below were taken with a small plastic camera i found left on a shelf behind some pasta.
neat huh?
not much going on over here these days. my brain has a habit of kind of going into autopilot mode on monday morning and only coming out of it friday evening when i’m finished with my teaching.
it’s stopped raining which has been really great but now everything is getting hot again and while i told myself i would absolutely not complain about the heat because while the temperature when...
watching people eat acid and dance under the stars and black lights in the woods to jungle techno music might never get old.
walking in the dawn light up a hill to a bed in a hut perched on top of boulders next to the sea at 6 in the morning might never get old.
sleeping on a small rock beach that can only be reached by boat and adventurous hikers in the afternoon sun might never get old.
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another weekend.
another island.
i’ll tell koh phangan you say hello.
it’s december.
i’ll let this sink in real quick because i think i need the moment as well.
it’s december. actually, it’s december third, it’s been december for a few days. this is unreal, as it always is when you’re in a place at a time of year that doesn’t seem to be the place you should be in at that specific time. this is the case here as it has...
a year ago i was in san francisco, making a stop on my way down the coast with a girl with long brown hair, a loaded truck, and a huge black cat. staying with my friend nick in palo alto we all three shared a bed in a “re-purposed” and thinly walled shed only technically attached to the house. the pictures below are from a drive to the city where we baited steel traps with chicken...