September 2008
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A LIST
woke, alarmless. text message. bank. phone call. coffeeshop stop, no coffee. sunbeam guitar songs. phone call. breakfast dive, extra coffee. pee break. park. walk. new park. butterfly & bee hunt, w/camera gun. mid-day pints, upstairs pub. nap. computer interlude. walk. bookstore find, neruda collection. bookstore loss, an hour. pakistani restaurant, packed. patience, lost. burrito joint,...
August 2008
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WatchPLAN B IS THE NEW A train’s late, i’m in the rain, i guess i don’t pay to take it so… (via vimeo)
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FOOT COMMUTE IN THICK LEMON SUNLITE
things i saw in the street this morning:
footprints on the top of an abandonded microwave.
pages of a book strewn across seven city blocks.
things i heard in the street this morning:
italian conversations, french exclamations & confrontations.
spanish, german, chinese & other tongues i couldn’t place.
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“tell her to stop by tonite, we have hot dogs & fine wine.”
– OVERHEARD: Beale & Mission.
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LUCKY FINDS
ONE
a beautiful italian-bound hardcover featuring gorgeous prints of some of the earliest photographs ever taken (like this english dandelion from 1839)…
plucked from the dusty shelves of a valencia street used bookstore for less than half its worth…
read over consecutive mornings in an old wooden rocking chair at the window, w/coffee steam & stamina, where the sun flows into...
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KIDS, THEY'RE KIDDING YOU
to come of age in the modern world is to realize on your own that there’s a difference between $tyle & substance… because everywhere you turn will swear otherwise.
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AHHHHH MEGA-ZINE, No. 4
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GETTING BETTER
i’ve spent the last three days & nights huddled into the corner of a couch, by an old lamp that flickers like a candle, fevered & feeling worse than a pile of putrid garbage cooking in the august sun. being sick is like being dead w/out the release. a fall w/out the jump. purgatory on earth.
still. if i could learn to appreciate this sort of thing, even this, that would likely be...
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“fuck the pore.”
– GRAFFITI: Stonewalled Estate, Pacific Heights.