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.

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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

high fidelity

austin.

enjoy.

attempting to make this face.

I should be sleeping

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but I can't stop listening to this album. His words are full of mystery, magic and sorrow. 

sweet thing.

I've somehow managed to stumble into this lovely serendipitous series of events over the past two months. Life would be so sweet if it played like a record. You could pick up the needle and skip over the parts you can't stand and replay the beautiful parts again and again. 

goodbyes are so bittersweet.  I guess the sweetest things always have bad timing. Short stories are my favorite though, I like the open ends and the lack of resolution. It leaves the door wide open for all possibility. 

from my mind.

.

"you could never be a vegetable! For even artichokes have hearts!" - Amelie

in the spirit of halloween

the one and only.

charles.

"The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."
—Ham on Rye, 1982

sass and class.

to new york in the late 70s

entering montana.

i let forrest drive for two hours the whole trip. we nearly drove off the road into the mountains.

north dakota

yeah.

i miss this train ride.

credit my dear friend lain : nocturnal explosion

(i miss riding the blue line with you, even if the heat lamps never worked and the whiskey didn't really keep us warm.) 

circa 1920s?

she thought she had the moon in her pocket

cold blooded, standing, shivering, 

barely breathing in the cities smog.

smoking, shaking, digging for change.

your despondence contagious.

you hobble down the center of the road

and the pot holes aren't making it any easier

to stand again. 

one of those heartbreaks you hear in headphones.

the kind that knocks you flat on your ass

and you have to relearn everything again.

like how to stand on your own two fucking feet.

unsure of where these new legs will take you.

perhaps to the airport and then the wind can 

carry you off to somewhere new.

it's the gift of the double edge sword. 

you've been standing between four walls

and someone's opened the window you didn't dare try to budge yourself

and now your jumping

and falling.

Fargo

We stayed in Fargo, MN in a haunted motel 6 room. We almost got murdered by a man who stood outside our door for 15 minutes staring in our peephole but somehow miraculously survived the dreaded woodchipper. I'm never going to stop in Fargo again.

from the midwest to the northwest

so i figured since i just made an incredible journey across country and recorded some videos in each state i'd go ahead share them. Forrest did most of the filming and there are a lot of random shots of the sky and trees flying past so bare with me, there are some really beautiful shots hidden in each clip. 

Wisconsin consists of beer, cheese, fireworks and obese americans in bikinis at water parks so i'll skip that state. 

 In Minnesota we had many strange encounters..the first being......space aliens.

did you know...

if you press the crosswalk button fifty times it doesn't make the signal change any faster?

mismatch

ink and wine stain the twenty year old carpeting.

melted beige fibers by a fiery match.

match?

matching shoes?

eyes?

wristwatch time?

don't feel so alone you'll meet your "match"

or maybe your maker first.

french navy

i think i've found this, only on the west coast.

This is my new city.

Darkness Light Darkness

Short stop motion film by Czech surrealist Jan Svankmajer. circa 1989.

mhh hmm

" Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old."
-Franz Kafka

photographs.

birdsongs

BLAHHHHH

SUMMER BUMMER!!!!!!

I want to go to this festival so bad. I'm not sure which has a better line up this or Goner Fest  in Memphis. I don't think I'll be able to make it to either since I'm moving to Portland Mid September. Real life summer bummer.

cherry red suitcase

and I'm getting ready to pack it.

The Girl with the million dollar smile

R.I.P. Farrah Fawcett