I'm down here by the bay with my arm around the moon

Hayesville, NC (October 2009)

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Tourist in this town

Cabrillo National Monument, October 2009

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Populated with knives

Balboa park desert garden (26 September 2009)

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Ageless beauty

The fog was thick enough to look like tiny snowflakes, only visible in passing cars’ headlights, that seemed to melt just before contact. And we sat on a step in front of St. Kev’s, trying for two hours to determine the correct justification for continuing to live. I remembered sitting on the hill behind Fitten, talking to her next to me but always looking forward, not really being able to see anything. I suggested that the intricate beauty of life is reason enough, the mind-blowing ecstasy we should feel constantly as a result of the very reality of our existence.

But you and I know I don’t believe that. (7 June 2007)

 

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I like birds

http://8tracks.com/helicopterseason/songs-about-birds

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I haven't had one yet, how can I have Balti-more

Listening to: Bill Callahan - All Throughts are Prey to Some Beast

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Rio rio-visited

Rio de Janeiro (June 2009)

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A willing subject

Onion quiche with homemade crust, both from How to Cook Everything Vegetarian.

Not quite sure what I want to do here, but I think if I am going to try writing about cooking/photography and not mid-twenties angst, I might need a new title.

just give us the bike

virtue
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i teared up a little bit listening to this american life, some environmentalists talking about a video taped message from barack obama getting a bizarre standing ovation. some veterans affairs employees talking about an administration that actually seems like it will listen to them. let me be the 9 billionth person to say, 12 more hours!

bashed in mind

i'm realizing that i have become too isolated, overly sensitized

a little ignorance is jaw-dropping, just a tiny bit of hatred, devastating

do they really think a string of colored lights is gonna rescue me?

so over flat tires

Add them all up and then subtract

What a lousy earth! He wondered how many people were destitute that same night even in his own prosperous country, how many homes were shanties, how many husbands were drunk and wives socked, and how many children were bullied, abused or abandoned. How many families hungered for food they could not afford to buy? How many hearts were broken? How many suicides would take place that same night, how many people would go insane? How many cockroaches and landlords would triumph? How many winner were losers, successes failures, rich men poor men? How many wise guys were stupid? How many happy endings were unhappy endings? How many honest men were liars, brave men cowards, loyal men traitors, how many sainted men were corrupt, how many people in positions of trust had sold their souls to blackguards for petty cash, how many had never had souls? How many straight-and-narrow paths were crooked paths? How many best families were worst families and how many good people were bad people? (Joseph Heller, Catch-22)

superconnected

laughing and tearing up over eggs and toast, it's kind of my thing

also i've decided to be someone who "reads" at least for a while

a stranger to the sun's brutal gaze

i am becoming either old or a hypochondriac very quickly

little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous

the next thing on my calendar is labor day.

count on me, count on me

it's like the last couple of days of high school around here lately—much easier to be a good person when you don't have to do it for very long.

competition and forgotten ricotta

all homemade (white, arugula) pizzas, hours in the park, drunken phone conversations, and long bike rides considered, a pretty good, if a little lonely, weekend.

Parallel lines move too fast

i am catching myself accidentally holding my breath for long periods of time for no reason.

whether this is figurative or literal is left as an exercise for the reader.

For once a Destroyer quote here would be totally appropriate

well, i didn't get an autographed set list to top k's, but the show was amazing... a veritable wall of literary and pop culture references and static and guitars and who said dan bejar doesn't do banter?

later: an almost too-nice couple buying a homeless man dinner and a "corona to go" (!) from pancho v's. which somehow really seemed like it wasn't in any way out of guilt or for self-satisfaction or even pity but more like they were buying a friend dinner because they liked that friend so much... doing something like this may have just surpassed "write something a thousand people will read or use" on my list of goals in life.

Sometimes our bodies will get tired

i should get up at 4:30am central every day