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- I’m 17 again…
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Or 15 or 20. I’m sitting on a tacky teal couch in Ketner - a 3 story building that housed the computer labs, and therefore, the center of my social life. It’s certainly later than midnight, but probably not 6 a.m., yet. I’ve been coming here for years, and the days blend together. This […]
- ‘On Fear.’
“We have nothing to fear, but fear itself“. - Notorious F.D.R., “First Inaugural Address.”
“Livin’ life without fear. Puttin’ 5 karats in my baby girl’s ear.” - Notorious B.I.G., “Juicy”.
Or was it the other way around? I always get those two confused. Was Biggie at Yalta? I’m pretty sure F.D.R. was sippin’ Champagne when he was […]
- A visual medium.
Would most physicians describe the body as ‘hardy’ or ‘delicate’?
Surgeons? Endocrinologists? Cardiologists? Neurologists?
Chefs? Skateboarders? Junkies? Cyclists?
Agoraphobes?
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Nuggets.
Swedish Tastemakers, looking inwards, and referencing themselves.
An epoch of MGMT; the idea that writers should be more judicious with the terms ‘epoch’, ‘era’, and ‘eon’.
The almost-sepia, often kaleidoscopic edges of Lomo photographs.
Rick McCrank and John Rattray.
Tailblocks, Pivot-Fakies, and Nosepicks.
Sincerely enjoying African drumming when you hear it, then completely forgetting about it, until the next time you hear […]
- Sanguine, Choleric, Phlegmatic, and Melancholic.
Sometimes the things that you can’t imagine your life without, like coffee, Â are trivial.Can anyone direct me to the source of the ’starting fresh’ school of philosophy? Â Is it Judeo-Christian, or in more modern terms, “Western”? Â The irony is that it’s not possible - whether evidence exists, much less a written history or not, events […]
- I was at my happiest:
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Drawing in my grandmother’s studio, sucking on a coffee cordial, listening to classical on NPR, aged 7.
Sharing headphones with a twenty two year old mailman from Bath, taking a bus from Bilbao to San Sebastian.
(Later, climbing over the groynes in San Sebastien like children.)
In the arms of someone who loves me.
In my mother’s kitchen, cooking […]
- A day in the life of a Zombie.
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My memory has never been the best. Â Faces, names, situations, all escape me with time. Â Numbers and trivia survive a little better. Â When I do look back on the past, certain events act as road markers, Â making a clearer path. Â It’s the changes that stand out. I’ve been back in New York about 2 and […]
