…love us back. In gratitude, we should promise not to cheat on them– not to pretend we’re better than they are; not to use them as target practice, agitprop, trampolines, photo ops or stalking horses; not to sell out scruple to that scratch-and-sniff infotainment racket in which we posture in front of experience instead of [...]
I’ve been meeting a lot of interesting people these past few weeks of looking for a place.
a writer and a prop stylist (meg and i combined??)
two upright bassist
one actor
ten kids with unsure job titles who live in a commune
one recently broken up guy who kept talking about his girlfriend’s stuff
drank twice with prospective roommates
someone registered [...]
Occasionally I get words stuck in my head, like the hook of a song you can’t quite remember but can’t quite forget. Even though I’m sure they’re not original, not my own thoughts they can be applied so beautifully to that particular moment that it loops over and over.
Consider me the Kanye of writing.
Today I [...]
The Exchange.005 | JORGE! A few tracks picked for a variety of reasons: some for the obvious, some for the memories, and some simply because we thought he’d enjoy.
Tupac feat. George Clinton – Can’t C Me Jen
Roy Ayers – King George OJ
Outkast – So Fresh So Clean Ouxu
James Brown – Think BK
Don [...]
Today while waiting the two hours and forty minutes to pick up my defective iphone, I had the great pleasure to read my second favorite gift from cover to cover The Diving Bell and The Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby. I’m sure by now everyone has heard of the excellent movie chronicling the former editor of [...]
I’m not usually a musical bully. I don’t usually say, hey listen to my music because its so fantabulous that it’ll blow you’re mind. Usually musical experiences are so objective anyway, what one person loves because they listened to it while slow dancing at prom another person will inadvertently hate. (And really can’t we [...]
There are endless moments in life you want to capture, so picturesque and ideal, that the world, conspiring against you, makes an impossible task. So instead we commit the moment to memory, determined to explain it as best as possible when the opportunity arises.
I nearly forgot about him, the boy in the café, until I [...]
It was on my third day of my Paris trip, after my brief day trip to Versailles, that I met Rafael. I had not, up until that point, actively made any effort to seek company. I would even go so far as to say that I had been avoiding interacting too much with anyone from [...]
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