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| 08:54pm 20/07/2008 |
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Oh, Paris! Lucky me I stayed in the Bastille neighborhood on Avenue Daumesnil, took the RER to the Eiffel Tower, had lunch near the Pont de l'Alma and Flamme de la Liberté where I also tasted Pastis and had stinky moldy cheese for the first time [it was nice], walked down the Champs-Élysées to the Arc de Triomphe, learned how to kissey face - right side then left, passed by the Pantheon, greeted the full moon and saw the sparkling Eiffel Tower at night from Montmarte, posed with an elephant at Palais de Tokyo a modern art museum, looked for the hunch back at Notre Dame, saw the street where Amelie lived, and finished the night sitting over the Seine on the Pont des Arts with a view of the Louvre - groups of people playing guitar, harmonica and flute with plenty of beer and wine in hand. Paris is sweet. Got out to Epernay in Chamapagne, toured the Moet et Chandon winery and saw where Dom Perignon lived.
Check out what I saw in Paris. |
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| These hooves weren't made for walking. |
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| 10:38pm 13/07/2008 |
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It's true: I'm a typical centaur. I love traveling and delight in spending my free time in and out of London exploring what England has to offer. Encouraged by my cousin who happens to be working here also, we've hit the following in a little over 24 hours: seeing the backs of tourist's heads at the Changing of the guards, seeing the mosaics at Westminster Cathedral, climbing 355.5' to the top dome of St. Paul's Cathedral, crossing Millenium Bridge on foot to see some original Dali, Monet, & Pollack works, along with other crazy shit at the Tate Modern, and a trip to a Eastbourne beach for some fish and chips on the pier and a game of Petanque. It was all fun and good, but damn my feet hurt!
Paris see you on Thursday. Amsterdam... I'll be there in a few weeks and I'll bring my bike. |
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| Oh man! |
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| 10:49pm 03/06/2008 |
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Today I listened to some great new music through some artists I already love:
- the be good tanyas
- gregory page
- panda bear
- beirut
- jolie holland
- cibelle
- mirah
- jose gonzalez
and then it hit me just now:
it is gone friends. i love it. and it is gone. gone gone gone. |
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| Magnolia |
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| 08:21pm 19/08/2007 |
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A magnolia tree still blooms in front of the house I grew up in. I have always revered it for the fragrant blossoms it provides. It wasn't until this year I was introduced to the magnificent intricacies enveloped within...
Spectacular.
Infinite.
Discoveries.
Wikipedia tells me: Magnolia is an ancient genus. Having evolved before bees appeared, the flowers developed to encourage pollination by beetles. As a result, the carpels of Magnolia flowers are tough, to avoid damage by eating and crawling beetles.
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| Such Great Heights |
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| 08:17pm 18/08/2007 |
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Down under the Manhattan Bridge overpass.
A night photo. Glimpsed while atop a building in DUMBO, a nearly 100-year-old building which was formerly the Eskimo Pie ice cream factory.
Take a deep breath, and hold it.
Exhale.
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| Ode to Joy |
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| 01:01pm 19/05/2007 |
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I am overwhelmed with thoughts of a cherished friend. Think: The kind of person who makes you want to keep living just because you know her. Who is something of an angel, a gift given from the true source of life, who served to lighten and warm the shadowy incongruence of our experiences in these bodies. A pill, if I may, for someone who at one point had suffered severe bipolar depression and had a skewed knowledge of Nihilism. So positive, so refreshing, so honest, so real, so inspiring. And I'm sure I have never expressed these thoughts until now, as I am realizing her impact now in these meanderings. It's then that one day, I got a phone call that she had been killed in a gruesome car crash, her 69 bug had plummeted off a San Diego freeway overpass and the remnants of her life vessel fared as fine as the frame of the overturned vehicle on the busy street below. A guess for a lot of reasons, I'm thinking of her now. It's a year and half later. I find myself in almost entirely new, previously unimagined, spaces. I am working in a point in space rich in life, culture, and breathtaking glimpses of the divine. Manhattan, New York City. Aliens. I am living on ground that's known to have harvested fine musical machinations. Brooklyn. Soil and water enriched with the elements necessary to grow soul changing beats, pulsating rhythms, lyrical linguistics. Noise so sweet that, once absorbed and integrated into you, the capacity of your mind, body, and soul, are actually augmented. Like Musical Miracle Grow. Directions: Apply generous amount to heart, mind, and soul. Repeat if desired.
I'm missing amazing inspiring magic tonight, to play some music at a gathering. The kind that I used to have.I can't imagine anywhere else I want to be.
I pray to inspire. Thanks for your continued presence, Donna. I miss you. Thank you for making me aware that the universe is unfolding itself perfectly.
In La'kech. |
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| From Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore |
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| 05:15pm 11/05/2007 |
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It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world
and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky.
It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all night
from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness of July.
It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires,
into sufferings and joys in human homes; and this it is that
ever melts and flows in songs through my poet's heart.
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| A real entry. |
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| 09:32pm 01/05/2007 |
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Rewind: Years ago while lurking around the message boards of Breaking Open the Head I came across the magazine concept that the author was trying to introduce. A magazine focused on a passionate planetary culture: one jacked up on collaboration, connection, and exuberant renewal. Important to note here that I have never actually read any of Pinchbeck's books, but have briskly skimmed through all of them. They're on my list, I just read really slow. Anyway the mag sounded alien enough, so was eagerly anticipating the first issue of Evolver. It took some time to get from concept to hard-copy so in the meantime I lost track of its progress. Here is the cover of the Limited Edition Zero Issue:
Fast Forward: I was in Seattle last weekend and my formerly estranged newly reaquainted older kapatid goes, "Hey look I'm on a magazine."
Point is: Rock on. |
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| Ad Finem |
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| 08:05pm 23/04/2007 |
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Through the years,
a man peoples a space
with images of provinces,
kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships,
islands, fishes, rooms, tools,
stars, horses and people.
Shortly before his death, he discovers
that the patient labyrinth of lines
traces the image of his own face.
- Jorge Luis Borges in Dreamtigers |
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| the blue centerlight pops |
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| 11:11am 20/04/2007 |
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The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,
mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across the stars
and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop
and everybody goes 'Awww!'
Jack Kerouac, On The Road |
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| 12:54pm 08/02/2007 |
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This is how we forget: our affairs, no matter how close to
us, are made strange through the mimetic, deceptive,
constant working of a precarious present. When one of
these images returns with all its voracious determination to
survive intact, then what learned men call epiphany occurs:
an experience that can be either devastating or a simple
confirmation of certain truths that allow us to go on living.
- Álvaro Mutis' in The Adventures and Misadventures of Maqroll
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