9.30.23
Harvest Moon with Henry
9.23.23
Domino's $23.49
Clowns, jokers, and the consistency of pizza.
9.16.23
High Surf Advisory
Hello, wave. Hello, rip tide. Hello, goodbye.
9.9.23
Stranger Un-Danger
Jamey Joe, metal clerks, and bottoms up. That was something else.
When Prodigy Comes On The Radio As I'm Filming A Spider Dog Friend
9.2.23
Slumber Parties With FinnDog
8.26.23
When Prodigy Comes On The Radio While I'm Filming A Spider Dog Friend
8.19.23
I Don't Know
It was a tough week. But one day there was a tornado and people got riled up, which excited me. And one night I sat by the ocean with my newest friend and we threw rocks out to sea and buried our bodies in sand and stared at the stars without expectation. Perhaps that's it?
Things I Love, 8.19.23: The electricity of weather and the ocean with Remi.
8.12.23
Even-Keeled
As if I’ve contracted an unknowable disease, the terms of which I can not fully understand, the greatest comfort I’ve come across is wind. Yesterday, I noticed this balancing act while suspended above water on ground as thin as pudding skin and my body racked by transformation: The violent motion raced through treetops, moved leaves around branches like scales, forced dark water to ripple white foam, lent the sail a viable paunch fit enough to carry our boat out to sea. And then there was the afternoon horizon, the heat of infinity, the golden blindness of abandonment, and the wind our direction home.
8.5.23
This Thing This Person Said
last night at the liquor store. He came in and the cashier said some "hi, how are ya" type of pleasantry and the guy said something back that negated all hope of possibility, which I found to be very funny so I laughed and he said, "She gets it! She knows!" And I had wanted to remember what he said but the store got hectic with all these people talking about the Powerball and this one guy said, "I almost won Wednesday." And the cashier said, "Oh yeah, you get a buncha numbahs?" And the guy said, "No, not a one. Close though." And then this woman said the same thing happened to Diane. "The same thing happened to Diane, she had all the numbahs but was off by one or two or three. Real close like." Then the guy from earlier reminded us of horseshoes and hand grenades and told me he liked my style.
7.29.23
Healing
I thought this would be cathartic. I thought of Wittgenstein and the limits of language. How to say what has to be shown? How to explain an experience? I sat with it. What gives a symbol life is the use we make of it.
7.22.23
Sounds In The Night
Not knowing and imagining, then knowing and imagining anyway: the motorcycle's radio is a whale.
7.15.23
The Idyllic Nature Of My Job / The Refuge Of The Farm
There are no liars and there is no famous. There are no opportunists, no broken promises, no pretense, no solicited recognition. There is no loud hustle, no manufactured importance, no greed, no revolving torchbearer of cool. When the day is stripped of these modern obsessions, what remains is the honesty of doing. The hours, though difficult, roll safely forward; peacefully and dutifully driven with the levity of a horse fart.
7.8.23
Reading Cioran
Reject medals. Steer into failure. Love the absurd. Suicide is for optimists. The only reality is silence.
7.1.23
Certain Songs
6.24.23
My Dog's Breath
It is vile and revolting, like hot garbage on soiled Kotex. But it is Henry's breath and I will miss it when he’s gone.
6.17.23
Rainy Day Ambience
An open window to a gray sky. A light on in the living room. Dim with tea. Inside busy with slow meaning; the sound of rain on leaves.
6.10.23
Surprise Hairdos
Waking up with glue in my hair. It is crunchy and bends like a sucked on ponytail.
5.20.23
Watched this last night on Kanopy. Soothed feelings of homesickness with talent, humility, doing-the-work, and grace.
forever chinatown