The view.
August 25th, 2010
At the top of the mountain that we climbed to see if we could do it better this time. We ran, we walked, we breathed heavy and hard. Some of us even thought we might go number two. But, then, heaving and wheezing and heart pumping went still. And all that existed was this view. What a city.
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Humpday (+1) jamz c/o “the sun”
July 22nd, 2010
Walking on a dream. Sometimes it feels that way here, head among the clouds, scooping down low enough to be a foggy hello.
Empire of the sun - Walking on A dream
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Truth doesn’t make a noise.
May 28th, 2010
Is a song by the White Stripes, on that album, “De Stijl,” a word the Whites nabbed in the Netherlands, meaning “The Style.” It was a Dutch art movement. But The Style could be some electro ditty with lots of synth, playing in my headphones for the daily commute. Could be a belt that holds fashion up, forward, that pulls the bell ding to high heel step financial district. Could be the hill that sucks balls and then gives a view like an orgasm, that will probably gasp my face for the next four years. At least. Such newness, such style. Such well-done orchestration of culture. I keep saying this. Like some broken record playing that favorite song that after the thirtieth play, you wonder if “does” is even a real word. Does. Does. Does. Does. Does. Funny how words lose their meaning the more you see them, the more you roll them around in your mouth, chew up and splinter, like sunflower seeds in the sixth inning. Here’s to it being Friday. Here’s to San Fran, the one shortening of this city yer apparently not supposed to say. But when someone tells me not to, it kinda becomes the reason for it. Doesn’t it. Oh yes. It does. 