Posted in meh, vacation on September 9, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve been thinking a lot about: ceremonies, Indian summer, peachy light, witnessing, forgiveness.
I came to hold your effort and left realizing you had none to give. I shouldn’t have been surprised and for that reason I cannot continue to hold these lingering regrets.
Draped flesh, buried sadness, and apparitions of familiarity are now a loop closed. It’s evidence that even circles have sharp edges.
Posted in vacation, want on August 20, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
“This is a map drawn from memory of the specular itinerary of exile.”
The Notebook of Uprising, Carolyn Forché
Orange Sweater, Elmer Bischoff
walls of sound
I wanted glittery waves and that feeling of finishing.
The blueberry pancakes were a natural bridge
between what we have battled and what we face today;
a penultimate debauchery for living an authentic life.
Now I think about catching light and moving forward.
Posted in mundane life, vacation, work on March 24, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
I’m writing this from 30,000 feet in the air, literally. From this vantage point, roads look like scars. We are ensconced by a million boundaries.
Pontifex refers to someone who is able to produce a work of enduring stability that spans the distance between two opposites (via Cabinet, Issue 23). The space between that distance is what I’ve traveled within and through this long week.
It was a gamble to bookend this trip with nostalgia. Like the roads (paths, adventures, etc.) seen from such great heights, I acutely saw those evolutionary experiences and recalled all that knowledge gained from each right, and wrong, turn. These are the scars within me.
The payment for this post was worth it.
Posted in awesome, poesie, vacation on March 2, 2012 | 1 Comment »
“How does she get rid of that thing standing between her and what she wants? She says God may show her. But how much more does she need to see? Every day she pulls her chest open and looks at a ruined life. The heart all bloody. What is the name of the thing eating up her only life?”
- Minnie Bruce Pratt Making Another Phone Call
Posted in family, mundane life, vacation on November 28, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
A journey home is in my immediate future.
It’s like this …
But actually more like this …
It’s about looking out and seeing nothing and then learning how to dream.
Posted in awesome, mundane life, philanthropy, vacation, work on April 16, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
found via unintentionallycreepy.net
A recap of the past negative space*:
Museum of medical curiosities:
Vaginas in jars, human horns, input about the famous Siamese twins Chang and Eng (e.g. they raised over 21 children and maintained separate households), jars and jars of fetuses, a giant’s skeleton, and a history of the forceps.
It was the intimate possibility of how grotesque the human body can be, neatly displayed in tightly sealed jars, that validated my skewed body image, in a good way.
Philanthropology:
Professional development: Relationship building, inspiration, intentional knowledge fortification, and strategic epistemological adventures.
Personal development: Deflections, sidewalk propositions, anarchist bookstore, blue-eyed funk, and missed Amish apple dumplings.
The experience of focusing on the space outside the intended focus provided the best learning. It ended up being more accurate and balanced that way. The undercurrents of access, influence, and unintentional nepotism were the white noise to the dance of my own rhythmic exploration. I’m building my own portfolio of success.
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Change is inherently risky but the alternative is not my modus operandi. Within the next few months, I will no longer be in the same place and that fact is both surreal and acutely corporeal.
As the days grow closer to the launch, I feel more and more like a situationist. I’m constructing situations that fulfill my desires, presently and for the unknown tomorrow. The geography of such an architecture is fraught with dérive but that’s where the beauty lies.
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* Negative space – the space that surrounds the subject to give it meaning and shape
Posted in family, vacation on September 1, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
summer (photo by me)
Anticipation, trepidation, and a little joy – all the complicated feelings of going home.
It’s been over a year since I last visited the prairie.
Much has changed: the Iraq war is over.
Posted in holidays, lists, mundane life, vacation on July 5, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
7.4.10
Summer Wish List:
new-found freckles
out-of-body experiences
thought-provoking catalysts
Posted in art, future, vacation on May 3, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
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Posted in art, mundane life, vacation on June 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The modern supermarket in the heartland of america. June 2009
A recent “vacation” to my home state yielded this Lebowski moment (photo above).
The trip was a desperate search for non-existent conveniences, engaging in constructed social rituals, and fighting the exhausting battle of biting of one’s tongue. There was love, true, and ultimate satisfaction in remaining true to my belief that I will never get married.
Posted in vacation on April 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
