en route to Lake Tahoe with some of my favorites :D
earlier this week, while we were performing our routine pre-run stretch at this stoop, i told flannery that i felt very good about the fact that we’d chosen a spot like this to continually use for one specific function and that it was like, with each new stretch session, we were effectively “charging” this spot with our experience and thus potentially creating it into a site for future nostalgic pining, even so much for it’s memory to rise up within us at unexpected moments as an even more romantic abstraction of itself and all of this was so exciting to me at that time, and continues to be, that i can’t help but load all of that excitement into this stoop along with every stretch.
Went to my first Oakland A’s game the other night. This girl was really good at doing the Bernie dance.
Having a whole Bart car to yourself is the best.
here is a sea rock i don’t need
that a friend found
and gave to me as a gift
it has sat behind my keyboard for months
I have paid it little thought
a couple of times
and have briefly noticed it
and it’s initial appeal
I could throw it in the garbage
or throw it back into the sea
each as well
the sea seems more romantic
maybe there it could be found again
and given as a gift
receiving at least a little more attention
or maybe it would just sit in the shallow depths
for hundreds or thousands of years
while others like itself get collected
I’m glad we exist
even to just be here to consider these inanimate things
to the point of personifying them
I think its beautiful
maybe parts of me will be a sea rock some day
Over the past couple of weeks I realized how much I miss rainstorms. Growing up in NC I would sit out on my screen porch and listen to the the rain. I never thought that would be something I lacked or that I would miss. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. For some reason it’s making me miss old friends, family, and other things from my past that don’t exist anymore. There are certain people I don’t get to talk to enough and this makes me really sad.
I’m really excited to be going back home for a couple of weeks.
“Shut up,” he thought. “I’m sorry,” he thought.
Ian MacKaye of Fugazi fame gave a talk at the Library of Congress last night and touted this now quite common argument,
I think that people are constantly thinking about capturing things that they’re not actually present for the moment they’re trying to capture. I’m quite sure of…