May 2009
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April 2009
12 posts
THE TWIN CITIES
a broad sky w/epic clouds. kind souls in cars & kitchens, telling stories. bad coffee, good beer. diner culture. too many parking lots. temperature swings.
Q&A, FYI
what was a small mystery is now a small victory for r.ganan:
innascible is not necessarily w/out end, but w/out beginning.
( thank you, raynor, for the sleuthing )
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92 DEGREES
monday was used up for me, exhausted, by the nine2five & drab carpet & indoor lighting. but! matea spent it lying on china beach w/friends & swimming in the salty waters of the pacific coast. & so… i pushed on w/the precarious gravedigger’s humor granted by such a vicarious existence.
evening came. something large & vague had switched off the bay breeze &...
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WatchTHE ARROW … pointed away from bad vibes in the early hours of a saturday.
[music by my old pal clint eastburn. hope philadelphia is kind to you, kid]
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UPHILL LIKE STRAIGHT INTO THE SKY
i woke early & went running along the seabreeze… sun climbing the steel beams of the bay bridge as the city collectively rolled out of bed & into an office chair.
i had covered maybe two miles in the blue air of morning (russian hill, north beach, chinatown) when i decided to retrace, as much as i could, the famous scene in hitchcock’s vertigo where jimmy stewart shadows kim...
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SLOW JAM CRESCENDO
after a loooooooooong day, you’re standing in the open doorway w/groceries in one arm & keys in the other. you set these small burdens on the countertop. it’s raining. you go to the window, where the waterdrops are drumbeats building at the rim. the city has gone all white & sunshowered against the bay. there is a rainbow tucked into the sky, shimmering. & in every window,...
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WALLS PAINTED TO MATCH THE YELLOW LIGHT & THE...
weekend, wake to new sunrise, new bedroom. epic on all counts, & clean of any histories & other drags. songs played hourly by the churchbells in the tower across the sun-tipped rooftops of san francisco’s famous hillcrest. breakfast, oatmeal for two w/blueberries & vanilla ricemilk. golden warmth on the quiet asphalt. blue birds chirping. records from nineteen seventy three...