when do we ever get the chance to rest?

and what kind of change, with comfort and discomfort, follows, if any? every moment swallowed up by the next, begging you to let it go. i'm not obsessive about trying to improve things that already happened, but i wonder why we have to be who we are while we are being that person. so little time for reflection, i give it. art as a time capsule, or better, as a separate entity, so that it doesn't have to involve me anymore if it doesn't want to. i still have my class notes from my high school english class, my junior college logic class, my university art history survey class. that's my handwriting, no doubt, and i do remember those discussion, a handful of those people, the teachers. what's it look like from 1000 feet, however, or decades up? now that i'm not in school, i'm really feeling a change, like a huge part of what i did and enjoyed doing is no longer my routine and life. what will feed me in the future?

two knitted whatever you want to call it things. things have to look good before they can have a purpose.

i can't stand, but i can sew a mean cushion.

vive le mix tape

mix-tape

I suppose I am like many people in that I get nostalgic about certain things. However, beyond that, in a media-driven world where technology recycles itself every five years or so, we can always rely on the audio cassette and its egalitarian, low-fi versitility. I still have tapes that I recorded off the radio 15 years ago. I'm not old - that's half a life away in my case! I cannot say the same for the cd, the record, or the mp3, cute little virtual packet of information. I was a recent recipient of wonderful music via mix tape. here's what it had to say:

side a

I think I need a new heart - the magnetic fields

you and me and the moon - the magnetic fields

you or your memory - mountain goats

this year - mountain goats

lie to me - depeche mode

a fond farewell - elloit smith

black arrow, bleeding heart - whiskey town

only love can break your heart - neil young

maps - yeah yeah yeahs

o filosofo - jorge ben

sleep the clock around - belle and sebastian

debaser - the pixies

haiti - arcade fire

side b

less than zero - elvis costello

bigmouth strikes again - the smiths

delirious - prince

you're no rock and roll fun - sleater kinney

the king of carrot flowers - neutral milk hotel

aeroplane over the sea - neutral milk hotel

two-headed boy - neutral milk hotel

stockholm syndrome - yo la tengo

dog on wheels - belle and sebastian

shoplifters of the world unite - the smiths

rebellion - arcade fire

ponta de lanca africano - jorge ben

waltz #2 xo - elliot smith

eye - california trio

do you love the bubblemen too? i had this love and rockets side project on record, and when you played it at 33 rpm, you could hear not the bubblemen's high-pitched voices, but a slower song sung by.. oh, i won't tell.

sunshine and meteors

i've been operating in slow fever state the past few days. today i was walking down a hallway with carpeted walls, and sound was otherworldly (not to mention the glow bowling i was heading to). all these things i can take just fine, but the heat, it's crazy. i have no air conditioning in my car. my apartment door is made of metal and dangerous to touch half the day, half the year. today i touched a meteorite in a museum, and thought about its former distance from human life. i think about the sun this way, as an impassive and impersonal star, through something amazing and real staying in the right place long enough for life to get moving on this planet. that sun, it just does what it's been doing since it was born, and if a flying saucer or deadly meteorite might get in its path, it will light it up, whether there is someone there to see it or not (history's been mostly not).

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it's peculiar. i wanted to do more, do differently (as is normal and human), and by means of a new perspective and/or new circumstances, these things can become possible. i'd like to shoot tons of photos with the sd300, put them out there. it's not about saving, contriving, or supremely editing. i want to say a few things without words. you may have seen that i've linked to it, but the photoblog is my latest project. i hope it will have some lasting interest.


on another wavelength,.. today officially started summer for me, as i have gone into a different and steady pace with the oppressiveness of our nearest star and its effects on central texas. i like the swimming, the coffee, the mood, but i do not like the role of cement and traffic in all this. the mood is downright killer.