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[Oct. 31st, 2009|08:53 am] |
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Yesterday it was warm and sunny, so I said, Let's go to the beach, and driving north to my favorite beach, we slipped right under a canopy of fog. The thing I forget about living on the coast. But we went to the beach all the same, and through the dense fog, we saw people playing frisbee and combing the sand with metal detectors. We would move off 20 yards and they would be out of sight, totally enveloped in fog. We couldn't even see the ocean until we were right at the water line. The horizon and the sky and the sand all meshed in a bright gradient. Mist coated my hair and looking back toward land the outline of evergreen trees on the cliff was just visible through a thinner layer of fog. We saw a sunbow made of white light, and then noticed tiny squirmy things in our vision, like a layer of biological matter under a microscope. I made Star Trek jokes about psychotropic parasites. The tide was out so far that I frightened Greg by telling him that during a tsunami, the first noticeable thing that happens is the ocean getting pulled out from the shore, and often people seeing this will wander toward the receding water, not realizing what happens next. |
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| an experiment in focus |
[Oct. 18th, 2009|09:12 pm] |
It was foggy when we left at 7:15. Visibility was like that of a blizzard at times. We drove an hour south to the Avenue of the Giants.
I began to train Greg to be my photographer, having only brought the Yashica. I attempted to focus.
He attempted to focus,
to interesting effects.
I ran 3.1 miles. I was in the middle front of the finishers. There were lots of people that finished before me and lots afterward. I beat my own personal record of 3 mile runs, clocking in around 25 and a half minutes, which felt nice. I listened to a carefully selected playlist of Radiohead, The Wedding Present, Michael Jackson, Cesaria Evora, David Bowie, and the beginning of a Belle and Sebastian song, knowing that each song was pleasing enough, but also made me run at a certain pace.
It was a beautiful morning. |
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| hiiii |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|08:51 pm] |
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[Oct. 7th, 2009|07:23 pm] |
nani and greg
samoa peninsula |
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[Oct. 4th, 2009|08:41 pm] |
Greg's baby brother deploys this Friday to Afghanistan. |
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[Sep. 27th, 2009|09:43 am] |
I clicked on the link about Polanski this morning and found this instead of an AP story:
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[Sep. 22nd, 2009|08:54 pm] |
The surfer warms up on the beach. |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2009|08:05 pm] |
Northern California, surfer |
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| Invisible City |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|09:35 am] |
INVISIBLE CITY Issue 05 Mapping is now online, featuring artwork and writing by:
Laura Wills | Zarouhie Abdalian | Kim Winderman & Arian Franz | Emma Llensak | Lina Dokuzovic | Rachelle Cohen | Kristen Heldmann | Claire Kessler-Bradner | Val Britton | Lauren Parent | Ji Eun Kim | Anissa Weinraub | Yaniv Waissa | Alanna Lorenzon | Cynthia Verspaget | Sarah Hotchkiss | Lou Smith
Cover image by Rachelle Cohen
http://www.invisiblecity.org |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|09:55 pm] |
the monitor i'm using isn't calibrated. i know it runs red or magenta. it's kind of pointless to edit photos in this weird environment.
i shot a gun tonight. at a tree. i drove a car and ate potatoes. |
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[Aug. 17th, 2009|05:24 pm] |
Renata pointed to a landscape and said, "Isn't that beautiful out there!" I looked out, and she was right. Beautiful was indeed there. But I had seen Beautiful many times, and so I closed my eyes. I rejected the plastered idols of Appearances. These idols I had been trained, along with everyone else, to see, and I was tired of their tyranny. I even thought, The painted veil isn't what it used to be. The damn thing is wearing out. Like a roller-towel in a Mexican men's room.
Saul Bellow, Humboldt's Gift |
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