it’s all too easy

the gift of words is not something i quite understand. for most of my young adult life, i have dispise words and my lack of mastery of the basic aspects of the langugage. i still vividly recall my tortured nights in high school when it would take me two hours to express strutured sentences explaining the value of catcher in the rye to my insigificant life. of course now, it would be easy for me to comment on the meaning of it all because it accounts to nothing but an unfiltered snapshot of a polluted mind. still […]

2014-12-31T23:42:36-08:00Tags: |

suger daddy

i took a little trip out to stockton on the weekend to join my creative conspirator in his alternate life. as in life in suburbia with a wife and adorable daughter. it’s been quite over a year since i last visit his adobe and now the garden has fully grown and his daughter speaks in 3/4 sentences. i got to partake in some sun on a funny little island called the delta yacht club. i love how rich people like to make them selve feel exlusive so that don’t have to deal with the mass that is […]

2014-12-31T23:42:15-08:00Tags: |

connections and reconnections

so, i was reading a tribute to henri carrie besson – the father of photojournalism – and apparently in his later years he studied under a tibetan buddhist teacher. this made me smile greatly of course as it not only makes sense that ‘the decisive moment’ require a presence that is all too often the center piece of the buddhist teachings. as much as i can try to deny the presence of the teachings in my overcommittment to the business concept, the littlest reminders of the teachings bring me back to a place that makes me tremble […]

2005-06-04T01:08:38-08:00Tags: |

return to the source

out of the blue, maybe only because she recently received her package of goods, my former playmate emails me in a rather reconcilartory tone of voice. naturally, i am receptive to such dialogue but knowing that it just bring up forgotten memories and a rather lacking present state of being. it’s been over 18 months so i know there is little emotional attachment left to such memories but conceptually it still intgruies me to no end. i can’t say i was so naive to think that she was the one but god damn, she got closer than […]

2005-05-29T15:26:26-08:00Tags: |

return flight

And so I experience the classic tensions of the remorsefully aware. while I am partially watching maxin’s 100 hottest women and in the other attention span, I am reading the dalai lama’s autobiography, “my land, my people”. All while I am enjoying the company of my fag hag art pal and the likes of johnnie walker red label on lukewarm club soda. And so I understand the inherent tension that destroys the likes of Jackson Pollack while I enjoy his craft at the new york museum of modern art. For once, I understood full the experience of […]

2005-05-24T22:18:18-08:00Tags: |
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