April 2011
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March 2011
3 posts
February 2011
3 posts
as one can well imagine, all was not beer and skittles…”
...
– there was also tequila and there were tater tots, too. lol
January 2011
2 posts
also, btw: happy doubelev!
(i haven’t found a better way to say it yet.)...
December 2010
4 posts
“you’ve got no time at all, but it seems like you’ve got...
– jim thompson, the killer inside me
October 2010
1 post
let's. go. giants.
September 2010
5 posts
most recent addition to the writings library; on...
The orange of the shag carpet was reflecting off her glasses. Mind you, these were not glasses for sharpening of vision, like those she usually wore; rather, they were shaded. But of course, a crook must not reveal her face. Nor should she show her build, her true hair color, even her style. She must remain a mystery…
“The stealing robber canNOT wear high heels.”
“But I want to wear...
August 2010
1 post
July 2010
1 post
May 2010
1 post
April 2010
6 posts
folkinz:
she & him: in the sun
just when i thought i couldn’t love them any more than i already do…they go and make this video.
woah. and woah.
incredible.
(peep the gratuitous sola hula-hooping shot of zooey, inserted for all of her indy-male admirers’ spank banks fantasies. really though, this video is lovely.)
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March 2010
34 posts
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all the time we are building nostalgia for the future
– -gracias tomás, por una perspectiva necesaria
¡viva lo melancólico!
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a texted poem in my inbox
“we are free to find our own way
over rocks— through trees—
where there are no trails. the ridge and the forest
present themselves to our eyes and feet
which decide for themselves
in their old learned wisdom of doing
where the wild will take us.
-gary snyder, via eric
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