December 2004
gandhi and late night bantering
We do not need to proselytise either by our speech or by our writing. We can only do so really with our lives. Let our lives be open books for all to study. -gandhi i was watching gandhi tonight and i cried too many times. maybe in the first 10 mins. for some reason i am oversensitive by myself but around others i am like become harden like my moms taught me how to. it feels good to cry sometimes; i need that little remainer that i am not beyond being human just yet. there were moments […]
gandhi and late night bantering
We do not need to proselytise either by our speech or by our writing. We can only do so really with our lives. Let our lives be open books for all to study. -gandhi i was watching gandhi tonight and i cried too many times. maybe in the first 10 mins. for some reason i am oversensitive by [...]
those lonely nights
i’ve fully embrace the night as my partner in crime. it is during this time, when i am alone and in the darkest hour that i find reason to wake up in the morning. the normal waking hour becomes nothing more than systems of patterns that i am obligated to play out. be this, be here, explain this, pretend you care. it’s only during moments of solutidue that a free form of will takes shape and i began to understand the nature of my patterns. the dreams are defered for an expulsion of self medicating action. most […]
workshop on a hangover
in a classic extreme lifestyle scheduling, after a fairly first party at the new space, i had a 4 hour yoga work shop with an intereting yoga teacher that intergrates the practice with a number schools of buddhism. the first hour was mentally painful as i am trying to refrain from my head imploding because i didn’t drink any water before passing out with a stomache filled with the hottest thai dish this side of the pacific. anyway, i was drawn to the workshop because her primary tibetan teacher was someone i had taken a retreat with. […]
indulge
i had a pretty unproductive day doing a lot of stupid errands and sweating so i don’t look like i haven’t left my computer in two years. yeah, it was good to sweat and swim away my little worries. after a couple hours of wankish work – discussing information architecture and doing ad concepts that only photographers and designers like. the people we should be catering to for the big bucks don’t care how cutting and cool your ad is – just how good you are and much ass you’re going to kiss. anyway, the meat of […]
blast from the past
this was from our first big break into sf’s high society – the holiday party for sfmoma cx members – the hip and the rich. santa was no other than one of our own. those were the good old times.
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