Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Why I Am Smiling
I still can't figure out what this says but, seriously, my name is in there!
Here's a bit of street graff. that made me think of Colin Trechter.
I saw this amazing Spock piece at Le Poisson Rouge a few Fridays back
(it's made out of spools of thread).
I'm obsessed with the 7th floor.
Lately I've been taking walks around my neighborhood in the
morning. I will let you in on a little secret: the intersection
of Cypress and Troutman offers this beautiful view of Manhattan!
I can't imagine grade school with a luxury like eating hot dogs through a fence at recess...
that is - I couldn't imagine it - until I saw this.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Pastel Plastic
This photograph by Bob O'Connorhas been my desktop for a month and a half.
I need to upload quite a few snapshots, but in the meantime...
here are some extra shots of work stuff.
My sister came into the restaurant last Saturday night.
We were busy and I had my back to the bar; while talking to a table
she walked up and gingerly pinched my ass.
This is a bed-side thermos. It has a lid that doubles as a cup.
It's made of very fine glass, elegant, and fun to photograph.
This is my favorite.
I've listened to this song (Master Of None by Beach House)
several times today. I think it's really great....
Somebody named jdurel made this awesome video.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
"Jesus. Just ask for Jesus, he's my guy!"
[quoting Ali M. telling me whom to ask for when I drop off my film at Color Edge.]
Waylon Jennings, Tina Fey, William Eggleston, creamy smog, the smell of frost,
and 25 to-do lists chock full o' practical tasks I just never seem to get to...
I need a day off.
I don't feel outlandish in my demands and requests
- although, people keep reminding me of the looming economic crisis -
I just need a li'l break from that rushing whir outside of my head.
I'm dreaming of an Indian Summer and skinny dipping in a natural hot spring
on the Jersey/Penn. line. Even better I'll hop a train Westward; read some books,
photograph strange places, and add fodder to small-town gas station banter...
Run around in an area of fresh cut grass, barefooted and drunk,
without worry of glass or dog crap. And chiggers.
Chiggers... does anybody recall what those bugs were exactly? Illinois was
full of them. They left bites smaller than mosquitoes (bites), but in a triad pattern;
always around your ankles and pantylines.
I always thought they were kind of pretty, like connect the dot triangles
in patterns of pinky symmetry.
I want my eyes to burn from sea salt air. And to feel that pang of terror,
that never fails to creep in my guts right around night fall,
when the water turns black as raw oil and I start to imagine seaweed
morphing into Ursula's soul garden captives.
I swear, I'm going to take a vacation soon.
I'm brimming with anticipation, and my reserve for work is burning away fast.
I went to Minneapolis recently to deal in and do some art-making...
this is work I never tire of, but always seem to get to last.
Regardless, it was a nice break and I got to see some people I've dearly missed.
My lovely girl, Brenda, has this entire attic to her art-doings...
Stephen took this picture of me at Grumpy's; right before I butchered 'None O' Yo Business' by Salt-N-Pepa. I decide tonight that remembering being really good at rapping as a nine-year-old, in no way verifies you can ACTUALLY rap that song... it got ugly.
Yikes!
The fishbowl drink and Rachel Morgan. 'nuf said.
My old housemate.
The only real vacation-y event of the whole weekend - the Renaissance Fair.
swweeet Red Ice Balls served in a frozen orange...
and this:
Alottalovetomyarthandlingcos...
Waylon Jennings, Tina Fey, William Eggleston, creamy smog, the smell of frost,
and 25 to-do lists chock full o' practical tasks I just never seem to get to...
I need a day off.
I don't feel outlandish in my demands and requests
- although, people keep reminding me of the looming economic crisis -
I just need a li'l break from that rushing whir outside of my head.
I'm dreaming of an Indian Summer and skinny dipping in a natural hot spring
on the Jersey/Penn. line. Even better I'll hop a train Westward; read some books,
photograph strange places, and add fodder to small-town gas station banter...
Run around in an area of fresh cut grass, barefooted and drunk,
without worry of glass or dog crap. And chiggers.
Chiggers... does anybody recall what those bugs were exactly? Illinois was
full of them. They left bites smaller than mosquitoes (bites), but in a triad pattern;
always around your ankles and pantylines.
I always thought they were kind of pretty, like connect the dot triangles
in patterns of pinky symmetry.
I want my eyes to burn from sea salt air. And to feel that pang of terror,
that never fails to creep in my guts right around night fall,
when the water turns black as raw oil and I start to imagine seaweed
morphing into Ursula's soul garden captives.
I swear, I'm going to take a vacation soon.
I'm brimming with anticipation, and my reserve for work is burning away fast.
I went to Minneapolis recently to deal in and do some art-making...
this is work I never tire of, but always seem to get to last.
Regardless, it was a nice break and I got to see some people I've dearly missed.
My lovely girl, Brenda, has this entire attic to her art-doings...
Stephen took this picture of me at Grumpy's; right before I butchered 'None O' Yo Business' by Salt-N-Pepa. I decide tonight that remembering being really good at rapping as a nine-year-old, in no way verifies you can ACTUALLY rap that song... it got ugly.
Yikes!
The fishbowl drink and Rachel Morgan. 'nuf said.
My old housemate.
The only real vacation-y event of the whole weekend - the Renaissance Fair.
swweeet Red Ice Balls served in a frozen orange...
and this:
Alottalovetomyarthandlingcos...
Thursday, October 9, 2008
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