I’m looking mostly for provocation to see myself differently. My life has changed a lot lately, and now I need to make even bigger changes. I’m exhausted emotionally and spending most of my time seeing how high and how low the mood swings can go. I have enough to think about when I walk and [...]
Archive of entries posted on October 2008
Twitter Weekly Updates for 2008-10-26
cutting up the stinky tree # can’t stop listening to this. help # http://tinyurl.com/32hsjt # stinkytree==hacked! # woke up ready, unfortunately that was four hours ago # with my magic hat and new sandal webbings, I am unstoppable # stretching # while falling # tinker toy catapult ftw, knights flying through the kitchen # INSOMNIA: [...]
Help Requested II
After photographing thousands of gloves over several years, I can’t recall ever seeing a removed glove finger all alone. Yesterday I saw the one on the left one block away from my house. The one on the right I saw yoday about twenty five blocks away. Please make up a meaning.
Finding Ground
Where and how I fit in has been in a swirl lately. I’ve had plenty to think about, too much to think about. Normally I look for signs to provoke new thought and to think differently. The most striking things I see now are those that stop thought. A light pole on a freeway bridge [...]
Tying The Horse
I was listening to Memo From Turner downtown. In between verses a 60s woman walked past and began speaking. I turned to see her among seven or eight bike staples, asking “Is this where I tie up my horse?” Then turning her head upward to ask the clouds threatening rain “IS THIS WHERE I TIE [...]
Healthy Trick
I was wandering around, waiting for the phone to ring when I found a great place to talk. As soon as I saw the bench, I saw the coyote. It walked by the bench and then into cover and turned to look at me. I was able to get the camera out before it left. [...]
Help Requested
I’m normally pretty good at making up some sort of symbolic meaning for the junk I find. I’m coming up with nothing solid for this. It’s a Stanley planer, made in England. I’d guess it’s about 50 years old. Though the blade seems relatively new and sharp the rest is rusty. It appears that the [...]
Holding The Blade
I gained some resolve recently. I’m not sure how, but it feels good. At the moment it hit I was between appointments, rushing between pleasures, a little lost and late. I saw this toy sword on the cramped landscaping of some business or another (a car lot, I think). The blade in the sun and [...]