Cassette Country

"Hello to the era of going to the store to buy more ice

because we are running out.

Hello to feelings that arrive unintroduced.

Hello to the nonfunctional sprig of parsley

and the game of finding meaning in coincidence. "

-David Berman 

"anti-establishment post-grad slacks"

seesaw bench

An attempt to get strangers to converse in public spaces. The Seesaw Bench by designer Martin Nicolausson, requires cooperation to function.

late 70s arts and crafts advertisement

tulip

Flâneur:

the deliberately aimless pedestrian, unencumbered by any obligation or sense of urgency, who wastes nothing, including his time which he spends with the leisurely discrimination of a gourmet, savoring the multiple flavors of his city.

forgotten

"How happy is the blameless vestals lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned. "

- Alexander Pope Eloisa to Abelard

sounds that are good for your heart

today.

credit to alaina

if christmas can't bring you home.

the only christmas music i like. 

because it doesn't sound like christmas music at all. 

so if you need a compromise, this reigning sound 7" is a good choice.

download here

winter view from my old apartment.

december in chicago 2007.

snow please?

polaroids.

xo

i spend two minutes burning my fingers on matches, attempting to light the wick of a candle at the bottom of a glass jar, dropping matches in the solid wax until finally it lights.

sundays always have this whimsical element. 

any other day of the week you dread the sound of the 

next snooze button alarm, radio waves screaming in your ear, saying wake up!!! the worlds spinning too fast and you're wasting it away under your blankets; But on sundays you can turn it all off, pull the covers over your head until 2 pm and completely submit yourself to your beautiful, bizarre, unconscious dream world. and if you want spend the rest of the day making love, telephoning old friends free of charge, drinking tea, listening to records or re-reading books off your shelf, there's no hurry or worry to complete a days task.

 sunday's are oh so sweet. 

it's so cold and sad in portland, it seems appropriate to listen to him.

Lies about love

We are a liars, because 
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, 
whereas letters are fixed, 
and we live by the letter of truth. 
The love I feel for my friend, this year, 
is different from the love I felt last year. 
If it were not so, it would be a lie. 
Yet we reiterate love! love! love! 
as if it were a coin with a fixed value 
instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud. 

- D.H. Lawrence 

giant aloe.

byron.

austin, tx.

backyard of the dirt clan residence