a refreshingly honest article
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/31/opinion/31kristof.html?em
7/31/2008
objects of expiration:
bee # 3 found today-noonish near corner of union and f. an excellent specimen-fresh from the sky.
7/30/2008
people of the world
it's my ongoing list of places to explore. if you've been here let me know, if you're from here let me stay, if you're going- holla! let's do it!!
la paz, bolivia
petra, jordan
cusco, peru (mancora, punto hermosa)
cappadocia, turkey
dominica
iceland
macedonia (peshna cave)
lithuania
buenos aires, argentina
praque, czech republic
portugal (monchique, madeira)
crete, greece (selakano, aspros potamos)
rotterdam, holland
gdansk, poland
la paz, bolivia
petra, jordan
cusco, peru (mancora, punto hermosa)
cappadocia, turkey
dominica
iceland
macedonia (peshna cave)
lithuania
buenos aires, argentina
praque, czech republic
portugal (monchique, madeira)
crete, greece (selakano, aspros potamos)
rotterdam, holland
gdansk, poland
7/29/2008
computerism
one of the setbacks of being "connected" is being connected. we find things we don't want to but can't resist looking for. we stumble upon things that show us what we didn't really want to see. things that keep us connected to the past and mindful of our future, albeit sometimes a future we aren't necessarily ready to accept. why do we do it to ourselves? why do i do it to myself?
7/28/2008
neither crawling nor flying no more: objects of expiration
i'm a collector. i have some cool art and some random "antiques" but, my favorite things to collect are dead. i'm starting a little project to keep track of all the who, what, where, when, and why's of all the expired happenings that have made it into my curio box or into my freezer. a recollection of collection if you will. we'll see how this goes......
i'll start with today:
the who-honey bee (x2)
the what-
the where-both found on the same block, though seperate squares of the sidewalk near the horton grand hotel-3rd and island, downtown, san diego ,ca
the when-monday morning july 28 at about 8:30a.m.
the why-
will i ever know the what or why of this scenario? do i find these bees or do they find me? if i were to leave them on the sidewalks where i usually find them, would they just get squished into the pattern of the concrete they rest on, or get eaten, or what?
i'll start with today:
the who-honey bee (x2)
the what-
the where-both found on the same block, though seperate squares of the sidewalk near the horton grand hotel-3rd and island, downtown, san diego ,ca
the when-monday morning july 28 at about 8:30a.m.
the why-
will i ever know the what or why of this scenario? do i find these bees or do they find me? if i were to leave them on the sidewalks where i usually find them, would they just get squished into the pattern of the concrete they rest on, or get eaten, or what?
7/27/2008
longing for a grope
i'm feeling nostalgic lately and wondering what exactly i'm nostalgic for. i get all "ohhhhh" when i see a picture of a goat herder or read about life in gdansk in the 17th cenury (named danzig pre WWII-sweeeeeet!).
i've never even touched a goat tit! who is this 90 year old lady in a tattooed potty mouthed body anyway? what the hell am i doing in san diego and how did i get here?
i think i do belong on a farm somewhere. i want to continue my life with a land line, no car, listening to my boombox with my generic myspace page but, the museum!!! but, the fantomas show!! but, tom's sailboat!!! could i survive?
of course i could but what level of survival are we talking about?
living on a farm is the epitome of survival to me. you grow your own, take care of your own and there you have it. the simple life without "may cause cancer" and "new", "best", "you must have it to fit in and keep up with the people around you" over here. that's what's killing us isn't it? not only the obvious health hazards of eating shite all day laden with chemicals and whatever else but, the psychological hazards of needing. needing to fit in, needing to buy this, needing to look like that. the thought of living in a rural landscape just sounds nicer and makes more sense to me. so what keeps me on the other side of the grass?
is it the traffic? that guy who jumps out at me yelling how much he loves pussy? maybe it's the fifth time i can expect to have a run in with the cops?
no! it's not all this crap its the culture (well kind of culture in san diego). the city has true gems of piss and blood that country bumpkins can't attest to (although, we all know a bit about country life as a teenage boy don't we?)
i guess i need a little bit of both city and country. maybe san diego isn't the best inbetween (ya think!?) and maybe i can just start making my own jam or some shit. look out pussy man i might go country on your ass next time! i might give you some homemade jam.
i've never even touched a goat tit! who is this 90 year old lady in a tattooed potty mouthed body anyway? what the hell am i doing in san diego and how did i get here?
i think i do belong on a farm somewhere. i want to continue my life with a land line, no car, listening to my boombox with my generic myspace page but, the museum!!! but, the fantomas show!! but, tom's sailboat!!! could i survive?
of course i could but what level of survival are we talking about?
living on a farm is the epitome of survival to me. you grow your own, take care of your own and there you have it. the simple life without "may cause cancer" and "new", "best", "you must have it to fit in and keep up with the people around you" over here. that's what's killing us isn't it? not only the obvious health hazards of eating shite all day laden with chemicals and whatever else but, the psychological hazards of needing. needing to fit in, needing to buy this, needing to look like that. the thought of living in a rural landscape just sounds nicer and makes more sense to me. so what keeps me on the other side of the grass?
is it the traffic? that guy who jumps out at me yelling how much he loves pussy? maybe it's the fifth time i can expect to have a run in with the cops?
no! it's not all this crap its the culture (well kind of culture in san diego). the city has true gems of piss and blood that country bumpkins can't attest to (although, we all know a bit about country life as a teenage boy don't we?)
i guess i need a little bit of both city and country. maybe san diego isn't the best inbetween (ya think!?) and maybe i can just start making my own jam or some shit. look out pussy man i might go country on your ass next time! i might give you some homemade jam.
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in the begining
so i had to try out the blog thing. we'll see how long this lasts and if the goal to get writing more will be achieved or not...
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