clomp clomp clomp clomp clomp clomp
my little brother's boot-clad footsteps against the hard wood floors wake me.
6:30
i had fallen asleep around 3:45. on a futon i had received as a gift after my tumor surgery when i was around 13. a 12 year old futon may as well be a swatch of itchy fabric. my back was killing me, my eyes burned. my little brother's empty bed called my name sweetly and softly.
i nestle in, only to realize the iHome he had received as a christmas present the previous day shined with the might of roughly one million (LED) fireflies. i quickly grab the first few things i can reach on the night stand and encase the iHome, drowning out the light.
sweet sleep....
katherine, rick, myself, and a few other (obviously unimportant) boys are hanging out. rick gets hungry. we head to the car (now just me and the boys) and make our way ACROSS THE STREET to burger king. it's closed, so we swing the car around and head to canes. we walk inside only to find, surprise!, it's also closed. no worries, however, seeing that taco bell is a whole 180* spin-of-the-body behind us. which is perfect, because now katherine is part of our escapade and what she really wants is a burrito, mainly for the beans they put on it. the agitated line cook seems to think the burrito is much better WITHOUT said beans, and proceeds to make the burrito much to katherine's DIS-liking. katherine walks outside to wait in the car.
just then, a loud noise. a wreck, perhaps? there WAS a car stalled in the median earlier, maybe someone had hit it? i walk to the large front windows and door to look. it was not, in fact, a wreck but rather a distraught and shifty man open firing on the crowd outside. he walked up to the front porch, yelling orders (as crazed, hostage-holders often do)and had us all in his sight...
sweet, sweet wakefulness.
7:10
once i had time to wake up and process the fact that not only were my eyes still burning and my back still killing me, but now i had experienced a huge load of stressful crappy dream time in my roughly 20 minutes asleep. this dream could only be related to one thing: hidden anxiety about a near shot-to-the-head a few weeks earlier.
pan back a few months. gerard and i are shooting his sig sauer 40 s&w at the shooting range. it had been a good year since i had shot a gun, but it was surely nothing new. i grew up around them. i got my first gun when i was 5. we had about 10 in our house at all times. we hunted and shot skeet and shot at pumpkins and coke can pyramids. but the thought ran across my mind: what would happen if someone actually walked up to me, pulled one out, and demanded something or just shot? my mind was reeling. a lot would happen, i thought.
not so true in real life.
pan right on back to about a month ago-- to a nice, small restaurant bar filled with 2 bartenders, myself, and 2 older, very drunk men (complete with hiccups and drunk-eyes and slouching and general weird temperaments). a small conversation starts between one of the men and i. we discover that we were from the same town and he knows my family, etc. the other man slouches in his chair, hiccuping, and says nothing.
when the conversation died down a bit, he looks at me and says "i'm scared of you."
"i'm sorry," i say. "was i being rude? a bitch?"
"i'm scared of you," is all he says.
he proceeds to half-way get up, crawl to the next chair (the one occupying the space between him and me), reach into his jacket, and pull out a small gun. right up to my face.
* nothing * nothing * nothing * nothing * is he fucking serious *
"are you serious?"
he laughs. an evil, condescending, asshole, drunkard laugh.
*freakout of the friend and bartender (my friend) ensues*
* still nothing *
he is made to leave the bar, in a very hush hush manner.
i think some more. about what you may ask? hmmm. jacob, sarah, and theresa. my face splattered on the wall behind me. a past lover. not having the chance to say goodbye.
all in all, a much more different experience than i had previously imagined. no life flashing before my eyes. no extreme panic. no elevated anxiety and heart rate. a lot of anger at the carelessness and thoughtlessness of this older, rich, high profile man, with children around my age. a little jittery when i had to walk to my car in the dark. c'est tu.
since then i've become nervous about stupid things i never used to get nervous about.
i've gotten more and more angry. i replay a scenario in which i storm into his office and announce to him in front of his workers and colleges what an ass he is, how i'm going to expose him.
"how about let's replay the scenario with your daughter and my dad?" i would say.
"if you were my father i would be ashamed of you. how disgusting that someone with so much power and notoriety in this city would be a drunken, testosterone-laden buffoon stupid enough to fudge his career and family life. AND POTENTIALLY SHOOT A YOUNG GIRL IN THE FACE."
it's times like these i can't wait to see how hard karma kicks him in the ass.
and yes, something will be done about it.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
buddhism witout beliefs
things to write on:
what am i here for? am i living in such a way that i can die without regrets? how much of what i do is compromise? do i keep postponing what i "really " want to do until conditions are more favorable?
asking such questions interrupts indulgence in the comforts of routine and shatters illusions about a cherished sense of self-importance. it forges me to seek again the impulse that moves me from the depths, and to turn aside from the shallows of habitual patterns. it requires that i examine my attachments to physical health, financial independence, loving friends. for they are easily lost; i cannot ultimately rely on them. is there anything i can depend on?
it might be that all i can trust in the end is my integrity to keep asking such questions as: since death alone is certain and the time of death uncertain, what should i do? and then to act on them.
probability is not certainty
agnosticism is not excuse for indecision. if anything, it is a catalyst for action. for in shifting concern away from a future life and back to the present, it demands an ethics of empathy rather than a metaphysics of fear and hope.
self-confidence is not a form of arrogance. it is trust in our capacity to awaken. it is both the courage to face whatever life throws at us without losing equanimity, and the humility to treat every situation we encounter as one from which we can learn.
such a friend is someone whom we can trust to refine our understanding of what it means to live, who can guide us when we're lost and help us find the way along a path, who can assuage our anguish through the reassurance of his or her presence...
these friends are teachers in the sense that they are skilled in the art of learning from every situation...
for true friends seek not to coerce... these friends...draw forth what is waiting to be born.
what features of contemporary life are most likely to affect the concept of true friendship? mutual respect for the creative autonomy of individual experience would take precedence over submission to the dogmas of a school or the autocratic authority of a guru. the responsibility of a friend would be to encourage individuation, self-reliance, and imagination.
the pivotal moment of human consciousness: it becomes a question for itself.
no conditions are permanent;
no conditions are reliable;
nothing is self.
-buddha
agnostic stance is not based on disinterest. it is founded on the passionate recognition that i do not know. it confronts the enormity of having been born instead of reaching for the consolation of a belief.
(The agnostic eschews certainty because she values doubt, treasures creativity, finds what happiness she can in the groping quests of art and science, in the private affections of family and friends. -Raymo belonging)
awareness is a process of deepening self-acceptance. whatever it observes, it embraces. there is nothing unworthy of acceptance.
distraction drugs us into forgetfulness....
focused awareness is difficult not because we are inept at some spiritual technology, but because it threatens the sense of who we are.
what am i here for? am i living in such a way that i can die without regrets? how much of what i do is compromise? do i keep postponing what i "really " want to do until conditions are more favorable?
asking such questions interrupts indulgence in the comforts of routine and shatters illusions about a cherished sense of self-importance. it forges me to seek again the impulse that moves me from the depths, and to turn aside from the shallows of habitual patterns. it requires that i examine my attachments to physical health, financial independence, loving friends. for they are easily lost; i cannot ultimately rely on them. is there anything i can depend on?
it might be that all i can trust in the end is my integrity to keep asking such questions as: since death alone is certain and the time of death uncertain, what should i do? and then to act on them.
probability is not certainty
agnosticism is not excuse for indecision. if anything, it is a catalyst for action. for in shifting concern away from a future life and back to the present, it demands an ethics of empathy rather than a metaphysics of fear and hope.
self-confidence is not a form of arrogance. it is trust in our capacity to awaken. it is both the courage to face whatever life throws at us without losing equanimity, and the humility to treat every situation we encounter as one from which we can learn.
such a friend is someone whom we can trust to refine our understanding of what it means to live, who can guide us when we're lost and help us find the way along a path, who can assuage our anguish through the reassurance of his or her presence...
these friends are teachers in the sense that they are skilled in the art of learning from every situation...
for true friends seek not to coerce... these friends...draw forth what is waiting to be born.
what features of contemporary life are most likely to affect the concept of true friendship? mutual respect for the creative autonomy of individual experience would take precedence over submission to the dogmas of a school or the autocratic authority of a guru. the responsibility of a friend would be to encourage individuation, self-reliance, and imagination.
the pivotal moment of human consciousness: it becomes a question for itself.
no conditions are permanent;
no conditions are reliable;
nothing is self.
-buddha
agnostic stance is not based on disinterest. it is founded on the passionate recognition that i do not know. it confronts the enormity of having been born instead of reaching for the consolation of a belief.
(The agnostic eschews certainty because she values doubt, treasures creativity, finds what happiness she can in the groping quests of art and science, in the private affections of family and friends. -Raymo belonging)
awareness is a process of deepening self-acceptance. whatever it observes, it embraces. there is nothing unworthy of acceptance.
distraction drugs us into forgetfulness....
focused awareness is difficult not because we are inept at some spiritual technology, but because it threatens the sense of who we are.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
educational system paradigm shift...GO!
brilliant. it's forward thinkers like Sir Ken Robinson that we need at the head of this country's movers and shakers.
i think i first had a thought similar to this when reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close a few years ago. Here is a child, skipping school bc of the recent loss of his father. brilliant in that not only is he self-healing in an almost perfect fashion, but he is dodging time spent in a system that is so archaic and rigid that it suits almost no one anymore. He is exploring and discovering and solving a mystery that has meaning to him and figuring out what things matter to him and why!
of course, reading the Ishmael series only furthered these thoughts. it's times like these when i want to say "screw it!" and start teaching young kids and get them EXCITED about learning. about learning the RIGHT stuff. about being excited about things they like, and so much so that they take it upon themselves to learn and do more. this is why my friends are interesting. bc they've made time to think like this OUTSIDE of school. to become involved in LIFE, not in a system whose sole purpose is monetary gain (or rather "stability," of which our society has very little of right now).
LET'S ALL WAKE UP!
this is another man changing the way children learn and learn to love to learn. absolutely brilliant.
eggers
i think i first had a thought similar to this when reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close a few years ago. Here is a child, skipping school bc of the recent loss of his father. brilliant in that not only is he self-healing in an almost perfect fashion, but he is dodging time spent in a system that is so archaic and rigid that it suits almost no one anymore. He is exploring and discovering and solving a mystery that has meaning to him and figuring out what things matter to him and why!
of course, reading the Ishmael series only furthered these thoughts. it's times like these when i want to say "screw it!" and start teaching young kids and get them EXCITED about learning. about learning the RIGHT stuff. about being excited about things they like, and so much so that they take it upon themselves to learn and do more. this is why my friends are interesting. bc they've made time to think like this OUTSIDE of school. to become involved in LIFE, not in a system whose sole purpose is monetary gain (or rather "stability," of which our society has very little of right now).
LET'S ALL WAKE UP!
this is another man changing the way children learn and learn to love to learn. absolutely brilliant.
eggers
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
the trick is, when you spill something, make it look like part of the act.
"Does the moon have a purpose?" she inquired of Prince Charming.
Prince Charming pretended that she had asked a silly question. Perhaps she had. The same query put to the Remington SL3 elicited this response:
Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.
Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time.
Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.
Prince Charming pretended that she had asked a silly question. Perhaps she had. The same query put to the Remington SL3 elicited this response:
Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.
Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time.
Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
sartres
The basis of Sartrean freedom is ontological: we are free because we are not a self (an in-itself) but a presence-to-self (the transcendence or “nihilation” of our self). This implies that we are “other” to our selves, that whatever we are or whatever others may ascribe to us, we are “in the manner of not being it,” that is, in the manner of being able to assume a perspective in its regard. This inner distance reflects not only the nonself-identity of the for-itself and the ecstatic temporality that it generates but forms the site of what Sartre calls “freedom as the definition of man.” To that freedom corresponds a coextensive responsibility. We are responsible for our “world” as the horizon of meaning in which we operate and thus for everything in it insofar as their meaning and value are assigned by virtue of our life-orienting fundamental “choice.”
-Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy
-Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy
Love's Executioner
Love's Executioner
by Irvin D. Yalom
They are really interesting concepts to think about, and I think some of you would want to read it!
Love’s Executioner is probably one of the best books with which to start my graduate school career. Much of what Yalom references and writes on includes questions I have sought to answer or beliefs I have informally adopted as I have grown as an independent young adult.
The first words that struck me were a mere three paragraphs in: Existence pain. While one normally thinks of extremes when such words are presented—those people completely consumed by the “whys” and “hows”—Yalom is using them to describe a vast majority of people. Most people, I believe, do not think they personally struggle with existence pain, as well as the things that come with it: meaning-seeking, death anxiety, and self-awareness. But, in fact, the things we as humans have instituted in our everyday lives give credit to the fact that we all experience these things and seek to reduce the pain and anxiety. While I have thought about these concepts, I have never put them together in one cohesive symptom/cure-type-model. It was very interesting to read these things in such brevity and connectedness.
Another concept he touches on is the belief in personal specialness. Yalom describes it as a delusion meant to afford the illusion of safety. This is something most people are taught, through religion and societal norms, that can be thought of at a rational level—the concept of a unique life history, special qualities and gifts—or that can be taken to an irrational level—the belief that one is invulnerable, that one exists beyond human and biological law. I have personally thought much about this concept since moving away from the catholic religion and developing a personal belief system based more on existentialism and intrinsic personal development. It seems as though religion not only quells death anxiety through the illusion of an afterlife, but also through ascribing each person a completely unique, ultra important soul that will transcend to that afterlife.
Other concepts that Yalom touches on that were interesting include ultimate isolation, cosmic indifference, Cervantes’ “wise madness or foolish sanity,” Otto Rank’s life stance of “refusing the loan of life in order to avoid the debt of death,” and unrealized potential and how it relates to life perspectives and priorities.
This book leaves a lot of food for thought and incites further exploration—a great beginning to my counseling education.
by Irvin D. Yalom
They are really interesting concepts to think about, and I think some of you would want to read it!
Love’s Executioner is probably one of the best books with which to start my graduate school career. Much of what Yalom references and writes on includes questions I have sought to answer or beliefs I have informally adopted as I have grown as an independent young adult.
The first words that struck me were a mere three paragraphs in: Existence pain. While one normally thinks of extremes when such words are presented—those people completely consumed by the “whys” and “hows”—Yalom is using them to describe a vast majority of people. Most people, I believe, do not think they personally struggle with existence pain, as well as the things that come with it: meaning-seeking, death anxiety, and self-awareness. But, in fact, the things we as humans have instituted in our everyday lives give credit to the fact that we all experience these things and seek to reduce the pain and anxiety. While I have thought about these concepts, I have never put them together in one cohesive symptom/cure-type-model. It was very interesting to read these things in such brevity and connectedness.
Another concept he touches on is the belief in personal specialness. Yalom describes it as a delusion meant to afford the illusion of safety. This is something most people are taught, through religion and societal norms, that can be thought of at a rational level—the concept of a unique life history, special qualities and gifts—or that can be taken to an irrational level—the belief that one is invulnerable, that one exists beyond human and biological law. I have personally thought much about this concept since moving away from the catholic religion and developing a personal belief system based more on existentialism and intrinsic personal development. It seems as though religion not only quells death anxiety through the illusion of an afterlife, but also through ascribing each person a completely unique, ultra important soul that will transcend to that afterlife.
Other concepts that Yalom touches on that were interesting include ultimate isolation, cosmic indifference, Cervantes’ “wise madness or foolish sanity,” Otto Rank’s life stance of “refusing the loan of life in order to avoid the debt of death,” and unrealized potential and how it relates to life perspectives and priorities.
This book leaves a lot of food for thought and incites further exploration—a great beginning to my counseling education.
Monday, October 11, 2010
readreadreadreadreadlistenlistenlistenlisten
i ordered these today. i'm going to order 10 more next week. i can't stop.
started this one a year or so ago and it had to leave, along with one of my best friends. really excited to get back into it. If you believe in peace, act peacefully; if you believe in love, acting lovingly; if you believe every which way, then act every which way, that's perfectly valid— but don't go out trying to sell your beliefs to the system. You end up contradicting what you profess to believe in, and you set a bum example. If you want to change the world, change yourself.
Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?
A compassionate heart still feels anger, greed, jealousy, and other such emotions. But it accepts them for what they are with equanimity, and cultivates the strength of mind to let them arise and pass without identifying with or acting upon them
damn
a toi toujours
dans tes grands yeux
rien que nous deux
started this one a year or so ago and it had to leave, along with one of my best friends. really excited to get back into it. If you believe in peace, act peacefully; if you believe in love, acting lovingly; if you believe every which way, then act every which way, that's perfectly valid— but don't go out trying to sell your beliefs to the system. You end up contradicting what you profess to believe in, and you set a bum example. If you want to change the world, change yourself.
Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?
A compassionate heart still feels anger, greed, jealousy, and other such emotions. But it accepts them for what they are with equanimity, and cultivates the strength of mind to let them arise and pass without identifying with or acting upon themdamn
a toi toujours
dans tes grands yeux
rien que nous deux
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
yet another nice coincidence
the theme is correspondence.
this morning i woke up and started reading from my Yalom book i FINALLY got in the mail.
i have an assignment in my COUN 500 class (intro to counseling: an art and science perspective) to read any book by any counselor/psychotherapist/psychiatrist... anyway, great book. the book is very similar (well, from what i remember as a 12(?) year old) to M. Scott Peck's People of the Lie. basically, it's different case studies from years in the field. Yalom doesn't seem like it will be as sensationalized, maybe because the descriptor isn't: the hope for healing human evil. (or then again, maybe it was the 12 year old in me...)
anyway, that was a huge digression... the beginning of this book, coupled with an email from barnes & noble, reminded me of a series of books i read my senior year at John Hathorn's, called Griffin and Sabine. The books are epistolary in nature; correspondence between an artist that makes postcards and another artist whom he has never met. the artwork of the postcards is interesting and the story that develops intriguing.
what really played upon my sentiments is that they are all handwritten and some letters are actually folded inside envelopes, which is much like a children's book i used to LOVE called The Jolly Postman
of course, the artwork and content in g&s leans more toward the adult world...
i ordered the books for my collection after having put it off for so long.
fast forward to this afternoon: i just sat down (& by just i mean an hour ago) to start working on tons of very long research papers and tests and homework assignments, when i stumbled upon this (internet=distraction). an epistolary movie of sorts. very nicely done. (i'm also a HUGE fan of stop-motion)
i think it's time for me to break out and send some snail mail. AFTER i do some research and write some papers and start that horribly dreadfully boring vocational rehab test.
this morning i woke up and started reading from my Yalom book i FINALLY got in the mail.
i have an assignment in my COUN 500 class (intro to counseling: an art and science perspective) to read any book by any counselor/psychotherapist/psychiatrist... anyway, great book. the book is very similar (well, from what i remember as a 12(?) year old) to M. Scott Peck's People of the Lie. basically, it's different case studies from years in the field. Yalom doesn't seem like it will be as sensationalized, maybe because the descriptor isn't: the hope for healing human evil. (or then again, maybe it was the 12 year old in me...)
anyway, that was a huge digression... the beginning of this book, coupled with an email from barnes & noble, reminded me of a series of books i read my senior year at John Hathorn's, called Griffin and Sabine. The books are epistolary in nature; correspondence between an artist that makes postcards and another artist whom he has never met. the artwork of the postcards is interesting and the story that develops intriguing.
what really played upon my sentiments is that they are all handwritten and some letters are actually folded inside envelopes, which is much like a children's book i used to LOVE called The Jolly Postman
of course, the artwork and content in g&s leans more toward the adult world...
i ordered the books for my collection after having put it off for so long.
fast forward to this afternoon: i just sat down (& by just i mean an hour ago) to start working on tons of very long research papers and tests and homework assignments, when i stumbled upon this (internet=distraction). an epistolary movie of sorts. very nicely done. (i'm also a HUGE fan of stop-motion)
Bottle from Kirsten Lepore on Vimeo.
i think it's time for me to break out and send some snail mail. AFTER i do some research and write some papers and start that horribly dreadfully boring vocational rehab test.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
fla-vor-ice
i just walked downstairs to make myself a nice cup of warm, soothing tea, only to find that an intense craving for every fla-vor-ice in my freezer was taking over. except the craving for orange ones, because i just don't think that could ever happen.
this craving is in keeping with my life long want-what-you-shouldn't-have policy.
upon reviewing the nutrition facts, i have decided to only eat the purple and pink ones. i'll save the rest for my next bout of the flu.
this craving is in keeping with my life long want-what-you-shouldn't-have policy.
upon reviewing the nutrition facts, i have decided to only eat the purple and pink ones. i'll save the rest for my next bout of the flu.
Monday, September 13, 2010
september sucks
this is a really hard time each year for me to deal with. a lot of painful memories and what ifs.... let the shit storm begin.
i also need to get away from all of this other shit people have piled onto my list of wow-you-fucked-me-over-too?
i also need to get away from all of this other shit people have piled onto my list of wow-you-fucked-me-over-too?
Monday, August 30, 2010
HOOOOLY ISH
do this do this do this
you shall above all things...
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
repressed memory
hey, remember those days when i had that job where i couldn't text or make phone calls or listen to music and i had to worry about whether or not my dress was 3.00001" above my knee and got a cold every day from the sub-zero temp of the office and didn't talk to anyone all day and made less money than i've ever made in 7 years...? yeah, me either.
Pros of grad school and grad assistantship:
~medical insurance
~undergrad loan deferred
~really amazing department head
~really interesting classes (for the most part)
~seeing my 2nd family on a daily basis
~talk/text phone allowance
~talking to real live people around me at my discretion
~wearing WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT
~50 iMacs at my disposal
~working on graphic design/Festival Acadiens/ iPhone apps
~ooooOOOOOOOOO time to READ BOOKS?!?!?!?!
~20 hours a week to make money ($2600 + $750/month) while studying (≈$20.00/hr)
~my brain is going to WORK again
~my brain is going to WORK again
i just have to say the squeaky wheel gets the oil (within angry, bitch-mode reason) and i love dean pratt.
Pros of grad school and grad assistantship:
~medical insurance
~undergrad loan deferred
~really amazing department head
~really interesting classes (for the most part)
~seeing my 2nd family on a daily basis
~talk/text phone allowance
~talking to real live people around me at my discretion
~wearing WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT
~50 iMacs at my disposal
~working on graphic design/Festival Acadiens/ iPhone apps
~ooooOOOOOOOOO time to READ BOOKS?!?!?!?!
~20 hours a week to make money ($2600 + $750/month) while studying (≈$20.00/hr)
~my brain is going to WORK again
~my brain is going to WORK again
i just have to say the squeaky wheel gets the oil (within angry, bitch-mode reason) and i love dean pratt.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
this is what's up
i think i might hit up a bunch of whiskey and pills on my lunchbreak, thereby solidifying a no-job status from now until the 25th.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
i'd almost forgotten about this book
katherine reminded me about it the other day. it was so great.
"what's everything?"
"what's everything?"
Friday, July 30, 2010
...for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes...
pictures from an afternoon in the helicopter with brad.
the farm and my grandmother's house, 4-Zs, the zaunbrecher pool, and a few other spots along the route from new iberia to rayne.
the farm and my grandmother's house, 4-Zs, the zaunbrecher pool, and a few other spots along the route from new iberia to rayne.
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