I’m at Trader Joe’s in Chapel Hill, my interim town. The local yuppies so thirsty for this overly hyped place. I’m finding myself pondering the mystery behind it all. Wherever I look is empty space and a redneck paradise, looks like the setting for Roadhouse… Read more
“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” ― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon this quote was… Read more
For the month of May: Billy Collins, who I seem to identify with more than many. I dig his style. [one-third-first][/one-third-first] [one-third].[/one-third] [one-third][/one-third]
My new digs, check it. Let me know what you think, not that it matters one bit.
“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
If you were to take a snapshot of all the time between 2016–2021, go back in time to your past self somewhere in the 1980’s and present your findings in the form of a masterfully crafted documentary, how would you react? Scared and afraid? Excited?… Read more
“Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.”
I left the windy city on Aug 31st, 2019, at approx 6:30am. Ideally I would’ve left 5:30am, but Paris my upstairs neighbor needed my help to get my ginormous bed I gave her into her unit. She’s one of those sistah’s who thinks she’s descended… Read more
You have a new memory to look back upon: Tamarindo, Costa Rica. You came here in Oct 2008.
I ponder about things that are write-worthy. Sometimes I’m not feeling it, nor sharing and divulging of my personal secrets, strategies, tricks and misadventures. They’re far too precious to me to simply bestow it as a charitable gift to the freegans out there. I’m living in… Read more
captains log, stardate 05.17.21, we’re fast approaching my birthday on the 20th, and no I won’t share how young I’ll be. I stop to consider for myself for once was there anything that I actually wanted, and no not really. I mean I really am… Read more
in his book ‘War of the Foxes’, Richard Silken ponders the relevance of drawing birds. And just because you want to paint a bird, do actually paint a bird, it doesn’t mean you’ve accomplished anything. Who gets to measure the distance between experience and its representation?… Read more