in not letting the hard times destroy your life, you must always look at what you have. this summer has been the most difficult time in my life; some of the deepest of all friends left, moving into and renovating my new home, working my ass off to make ends meet, getting slaughtered by a truck, lost friendships/hard forgivenesses, and actually falling in love. the weak would make rash decisions and falter. the stronger ones mend and build. i am tired of having to constantly reassemble myself.
end all be all, i am still here. there are airplanes and phones to reach those that crave friendships. i still have my two legs to carry me where i need to go. i have a mind and hands that create and a heart that will always love. this is for all of you that understand me and take actions to be there and you know that with all that i have, i'll do the same. thank you for being you.
i'm going to spend the rest of my weekend redoing my portfolio and resume. all the while knowing how lucky i really am.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Been Busy Y'all.
So recently many things have come up in my life which has made it hectic and exciting. I.ll deliver the goods on here in a bit....but until then watch Thomas Edison do his thing.
winks and handshakes as coordination devices...
search "winks handshakes" in google and what comes up?
"smiles, winks, and handshakes as coordination devices," [sociological/psychologicalesque article headings] amongst other things... unintentional, i must say, but fitting.
share your associative wonders with us and describe your reaction or response to the words, "winks and handshakes."
love,
"smiles, winks, and handshakes as coordination devices," [sociological/psychologicalesque article headings] amongst other things... unintentional, i must say, but fitting.
share your associative wonders with us and describe your reaction or response to the words, "winks and handshakes."
love,
Friday, September 14, 2007
An Ambiguous Embrace
EDIT: TITLE... feeling pretty spacey today. someone tell me i'm not crazy.
An Ambiguous Embrace (a draft, as most others posted are... Phill- I wrote the first part awhile ago).
Spent today keeping in touch because,
like so many other things,
that’s an exercise in understanding difference
and self
and crucial just like “What does it mean to be fastinated with chandeliers?”
or “How do I travel?”
is “How do I treat the past?”
so it’s an exercise.
We spent the night throwing
peanut M&Ms and tearing apart our admirations.
Another night today
and it’s kind of nice (this sounds like something else
I wrote, but I guess I have to get more used to that)
to not be expected too much to just quietly ride and go
to a movie
and to imagine the stories
in the heads
of some of the Angelenos sitting
sipping coffee and their heads jittering around
They can’t sit still, these writers.
Let me tell you. Their eyes! They wander… Poor enterprisers.
This, and a few rushed days…
Where did I leave off? And how do we judge a bit of progress…
To do: write a list of things to do.
and then go to the bank and take a nap and then rid the world of awkwardness and stop looking for new music (constancy!) and be comfortable with what you have and think about walking on the beach
and think about the world of professional writers
and stop looking around and stop feeling disconnected and start writing about sex like everyone else to show you don’t shy and start packing a lunch and sew those jeans at the cuff and stop (?) asking what it means.
A day in shifts: morning and evening darknesses (I should only be awake for one of those).
And now it’s school-time again, think of:
fall/”how was your summer?”s/Labor Day county fairs/responses indicating character shifts/a matter of time and
an indication that it’s time for some things to end in order for others to begin.
An Ambiguous Embrace (a draft, as most others posted are... Phill- I wrote the first part awhile ago).
Spent today keeping in touch because,
like so many other things,
that’s an exercise in understanding difference
and self
and crucial just like “What does it mean to be fastinated with chandeliers?”
or “How do I travel?”
is “How do I treat the past?”
so it’s an exercise.
We spent the night throwing
peanut M&Ms and tearing apart our admirations.
Another night today
and it’s kind of nice (this sounds like something else
I wrote, but I guess I have to get more used to that)
to not be expected too much to just quietly ride and go
to a movie
and to imagine the stories
in the heads
of some of the Angelenos sitting
sipping coffee and their heads jittering around
They can’t sit still, these writers.
Let me tell you. Their eyes! They wander… Poor enterprisers.
This, and a few rushed days…
Where did I leave off? And how do we judge a bit of progress…
To do: write a list of things to do.
and then go to the bank and take a nap and then rid the world of awkwardness and stop looking for new music (constancy!) and be comfortable with what you have and think about walking on the beach
and think about the world of professional writers
and stop looking around and stop feeling disconnected and start writing about sex like everyone else to show you don’t shy and start packing a lunch and sew those jeans at the cuff and stop (?) asking what it means.
A day in shifts: morning and evening darknesses (I should only be awake for one of those).
And now it’s school-time again, think of:
fall/”how was your summer?”s/Labor Day county fairs/responses indicating character shifts/a matter of time and
an indication that it’s time for some things to end in order for others to begin.
http://www.labikepolo.org/
http://www.labikepolo.org/ is up and still coming. also, myspace.com/bikepolola.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
today (actually, yesterday now) i
consumed a french press of coffee, a machiatto, and an espresso (along with some non-coffee items).
spent some time at choke (http://www.chokemotorcycleshop.com/), where i had the machiatto (^) and took in the scenery. cool spot.
took my trusty 101z wax lee jeans to have the zipper replaced. boo.
bought some cheap shoes from the surplus store on w. sunset at hyperion.
read some umberto eco.
watched collateral.
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now that i'm writing this a day later it doesn't seem as interesting as it was yesterday when i thought to post about my day. i think the initial idea was to mention choke and to think about how i spend a day off from work..
spent some time at choke (http://www.chokemotorcycleshop.com/), where i had the machiatto (^) and took in the scenery. cool spot.
took my trusty 101z wax lee jeans to have the zipper replaced. boo.
bought some cheap shoes from the surplus store on w. sunset at hyperion.
read some umberto eco.
watched collateral.
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now that i'm writing this a day later it doesn't seem as interesting as it was yesterday when i thought to post about my day. i think the initial idea was to mention choke and to think about how i spend a day off from work..
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
intelli.la and the building and silver lake
[[borrowed from tonx.org]]some pics of where i work not taken by me.
i also discovered a very random connection today. many months ago my [then] roommate ben, a floor manager [then] for urban outfitters in madison, wi, brought home a lovely book [
]which i spent some lengthy time perusing and marvelling over. at this time in my life i'd been kind of daydreaming about the possibilities of the year-to-come and l.a. had fallen amongst the other prospects. my friends at drunken butterfly, west coast natives, advised me that if i were going to move to l.a. that silver lake was the place for me.. so then this book came about and i was pretty awed, but felt pretty distant at the same time [sort of like how i feel when i read the magazine DWELL.. you know, amazing houses, but no conception whatsoever of actually living in one of them]. so then upon beginning to work at intelligentsia in silver lake, i was asked several times by customers about who designed the space and was informed by the baristas and other workers that the architect's name is, "barbara bestor," so that's what i started telling customers.
then just now i was reading owner doug zell's blog and found bestor's website and saw that she wrote the book i had become interested in so many months ago. oh connections..
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