June 25, 2009

you don't have to speak, i feel.

I look up to summer—literally: all that's happening above my head. Find yourself floating in the Atlantic or in some city pool; observing clouds or blue cloudlessness; tracing cumulus outlines of Donald Duck, a seahorse, Rip Van Winkle, or that ol' standby Christ, and there's a summer-specific spaciousness to be felt.

So in this season, when the sky opens up, I'm partial to the sounds of equally spacious music—like the kind they make in Scandinavia (a region where, one can reasonably assume, skies heavily influence moods). Epic times call for epic atmosphere is what I'm thinking. Particularly: strings and echoes, sparse electronic beats, references to childhood, and a rush of wind....

FEEEEEEEL IT!

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What takes place while looking at the light in a skyspace is akin to wordless thought. But this thought is not at all unthinking or without intelligence. It's just that it has a different return than words. —James Turrell

won't you let me meet you at the pool?

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SUMMERTIME CHI. Carpe diem & carpe noctem!! Know what I mean?!

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Article about the Here/Not There series at the MCA. Replete w/ Bradbury shout-out!

June 22, 2009

sxse

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Just got back from a reunion/forever family hang in the South...in Sunset Beach, NC, in a house on the edge of the Atlantic. Sea, and unimaginably solid islands, and sea, and a hundred rolling skies. Also: boiled peanuts and sweet tea and cousin brodowns (cousindowns?) AKA good times.

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Loose change holder/contraption on the dashboard of Dad's car (he has a thing for modern interior accessories). On the drive down to NC, Mom spelled things with coins.

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Aunt Beth's place in Charlotte.

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Sunset Beach is a narrow island, possibly hurricane-formed.

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White sands and sea grasses.

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All a falling sheaf of edges.

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A true pedometer enthusiast sets out to walk.

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"Office."

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Took a chance on Mike-aritas, and they were kind of amazing.

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Cousin Michael, multi-tasking.

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Relatives' fancy yard.

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Photo sesh in fancy yard.

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Flower drum song.

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June 5, 2009

booked

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Candy.

This wkend: P. Row madness!

Next wkend: the beach!

June 3, 2009

the sun to the bleating absence of sound

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I love this baby.

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Banner and Aunt Mary.

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Mom's retirement party was highly entertaining.

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Pretty dot com.

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Recent discovery: HarvesTime sells guanabana juice. Who knew?! Lately I've been trying to tread into new beverage territories, and I was stoked to find my new favorite fruit in drink form.