On Doing Things Well
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
On Traveling Alone
Tehching Hsieh. One Year Piece.
Martin Kippenberger. Installation view of The Happy End of Franz Kafka’s “Amerika”.
Sol LeWitt. Wall Drawing #260.
MaryAnne and the Inexplicably Small Glass of Tomato Juice. TriBeCa (Triangle Below Canal Street).
Bushwick.
Bushwick.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, September 15, 2008
On Letting Go
Think backwards forwardly in order to achieve full nostalgic poignancy and bittersweet closure.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
On Being Alone; On Coping With Loss
Lock yourself in the only bathroom. Paint your nails. Do at least 6 full coats. Dry them with cigarette smoke.
With every coat, think of an argument you've had. Paint over with a layer of apology.
With every coat, think of an argument you've had. Paint over with a layer of apology.
Friday, March 7, 2008
On Compromising
Foot on foot when it is cold.
Though putting your cold foot into the warm crotch of your sleeping partner is preferred to you, it is not to him. One must reach a compromise in order to sleep well and happy in winter times.
Though putting your cold foot into the warm crotch of your sleeping partner is preferred to you, it is not to him. One must reach a compromise in order to sleep well and happy in winter times.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
On Hide And Go Seek
Hide.
Become anxious when time has passed.
Come to the realization you've been forgotten again. Begin defense mechanisms.
Get comfortable and pretend you were never hiding in the first place. Re-title blog post to "On Utilizing Small Places".
Become anxious when time has passed.
Come to the realization you've been forgotten again. Begin defense mechanisms.
Get comfortable and pretend you were never hiding in the first place. Re-title blog post to "On Utilizing Small Places".
On Reconstructing Selected Memories II
My friend Stephanie had never seen a sunset in her life. She was twenty. It was summer. I took her to the Victoria Bridge.
We watched the sunset.
We watched the sunset.
On Reconstructing Selected Memories
Kristina, Ryan, and I went hiking in the green hills. It was rainy and everything was quiet and green.
We saw things move in the hills.
"Goats," said Kristina.
"Not goats," said Ryan. "Coyotes."
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
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