The acrid, sticky smell of new blacktop is drifting i through the front room windows, which is a very summer smell. Several things from childhood summers relate to tar, and as we all know, scent is the most direct instigator in the resurfacing of memories. One of these things was a general, all-summer kind of… Continue reading resurfacing
Last night (or this morning) another dream of being amidst a war-torn, occupied country. Germany again? And again, the switching of Point of view from being in it to being an observer; at times it was a movie made after the fact and in the movie (based on the dream version of history) the Nazis… Continue reading occupation
There appears to be a swirling mass of plastic debris in the Pacific ocean that is TWICE the size of TEXAS; a very high price for an unnecessary convenience. This article on Salon gives a brief overview, and also points out s few new laws designed to discourage usage. It is a simple thing to… Continue reading mmmmm plastic.
speaking of dreamlike images taken with a holga... As I mentioned, I awoke (awakened? the usage of words of or relating to waking are enigmatic to me; perhaps to most...) with a head cold; not too bad, mild congestion and that space-brain sensation. So I took good care of myself all week so far. Yesterday… Continue reading the aural backlash, and lost photographs
Well, the very full weekend has taken a toll- I awakened this morning to a Midsummer's head cold! I could feel it making its languorous approach last evening, and was relieved to find I still had some Airborne™ left from winter, but it wasn't quite enough. Morning arrived with congestion and a headache. I hope… Continue reading the Monday "ugh"
Friday night: dinner and drinks with some friends we hadn't seen in awhile. Saturday: a delightful bike ride through Gowanus and into Red Hook, where we had brunch, then watched the Mets lose to Chicago. Dinner at Anders that night, then a screening of "The Ghosts of Flatbush", which had some really phenomenal old footage.… Continue reading A very full weekend indeed.
Just in time to coincide with August. Perhaps brought on by the two full moons of July. Electrofork is busy once again. Many design projects in progress and several about to begin. Also preparing for two group shows which will take place in September, but whose exact dates I have yet to learn. Thinking that… Continue reading the arrival of heat
You leave the house empty for less than 24 hours, and the next thing you know a giant "waterbug"-roach nastiness is having the nerve to walk across your damn brand-clean desk that you just decontaminated days earlier with isopropyl alcohol (happy side effect of busily cleaning your keyboard at long last)... UGH. smash!doom for bug.
I won't discuss time again. I will mention, briefly, that my battle with the dreaded aquarium bacteria is ongoing, but they are decidedly on the losing side; their annihilation is imminent. The lugging of 5 gallon buckets has been good for my arms, at least, and Pi and Tres seem to love all the attention… Continue reading is it thursday again?
This, Blogger™ tells me, shall be my 166th post. It is a cruel thing, returning to a city on the edge of a heat wave, having spent the fullness of a week beneath fairer skies and witness to the Atlantic's infinite recitation upon the shore of a barrier island. Fire, was the island. (Fair Harbor… Continue reading 166. Return
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