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NYC-SF-MTL
2008 New Years Speech
How I’ve grown old.
“Let me ask you?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes…”
“How would you describe New York in a word?”
“Energy, I guess. And you?” I responded
“Opportunity!” she said.
We thought our answers were accurate but maybe too predictable. A bit of silence followed, I never really notice silence; I feel that silence is just silence unless you start thinking about it. She broke it with: “Why didn’t anyone tell us that this time will be so hard,” she said looking tired as if the words had real weight.
“It no longer surprises me, it hasn’t failed to get harder as I’ve gotten older, almost exponentially,” I said wishing I could retract the word exponentially.
“I guess you’re right, the thing is it all got so much harder when I finished school and came here,” she kind of complained.
“What I find hard is forgetting things, there is more and more to remember, and I feel my memory is growing distant, I’ve already forgotten so much, what if I’ve forgotten the most important thing?”
She laughed: “Jesus, how old are you?”
“It’s true though, as you go on you lose things, you lose the ability to feel things for the first time, you lose that virginal sense of life”
She brought an imaginary cigarette to her lips and inhaled theatrically “You think too much dear, you should be careful to not constipate yourself with introspection,” she exhaled, “What is it you think you’re
forgetting?”
“How to have fun. It’s become harder; I don’t recollect having this issue at the age of 7,” I responded.
“Well that is why we drink Dariusz,” she said bringing the glass of dark red wine to her mouth.
“Indeed,” I said.
“But don’t you feel you live more passionately now? Aren’t you more desirous of everything?” She inquired.
“Yes, I burn burn burn like a fabulous roman candle, but there is no center light popping and no one is going ‘Aww’,” I say thinking myself clever for referencing Kerouac, then quickly thinking I’m a pretentious asshole. “Sorry, that was from a quote” I said sheepishly.
“I like it,” she said and looked away.
Silence
San Francisco office window
Night view from San Francisco office - Tron
Nun's Island Esso Station Designed by Mies Van Der Rohe
Laika - many hours of caffeinating and reading
A loft space filled with friends and smoke
A loft space filled with friends and smoke pt2
Jesse
My view for the greater part of my current life
A first smoke
Wine and Michael
Favorite nyc bookstore
How I’ve grown old.
“Let me ask you?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes…”
“How would you describe New York in a word?”
“Energy, I guess. And you?” I responded
“Opportunity!” she said.
We thought our answers were accurate but maybe too predictable. A bit of silence followed, I never really notice silence; I feel that silence is just silence unless you start thinking about it. She broke it with: “Why didn’t anyone tell us that this time will be so hard,” she said looking tired as if the words had real weight.
“It no longer surprises me, it hasn’t failed to get harder as I’ve gotten older, almost exponentially,” I said wishing I could retract the word exponentially.
“I guess you’re right, the thing is it all got so much harder when I finished school and came here,” she kind of complained.
“What I find hard is forgetting things, there is more and more to remember, and I feel my memory is growing distant, I’ve already forgotten so much, what if I’ve forgotten the most important thing?”
She laughed: “Jesus, how old are you?”
“It’s true though, as you go on you lose things, you lose the ability to feel things for the first time, you lose that virginal sense of life”
She brought an imaginary cigarette to her lips and inhaled theatrically “You think too much dear, you should be careful to not constipate yourself with introspection,” she exhaled, “What is it you think you’re
forgetting?”
“How to have fun. It’s become harder; I don’t recollect having this issue at the age of 7,” I responded.
“Well that is why we drink Dariusz,” she said bringing the glass of dark red wine to her mouth.
“Indeed,” I said.
“But don’t you feel you live more passionately now? Aren’t you more desirous of everything?” She inquired.
“Yes, I burn burn burn like a fabulous roman candle, but there is no center light popping and no one is going ‘Aww’,” I say thinking myself clever for referencing Kerouac, then quickly thinking I’m a pretentious asshole. “Sorry, that was from a quote” I said sheepishly.
“I like it,” she said and looked away.
Silence
San Francisco office window
Night view from San Francisco office - Tron
Nun's Island Esso Station Designed by Mies Van Der Rohe
Laika - many hours of caffeinating and reading
A loft space filled with friends and smoke
A loft space filled with friends and smoke pt2
Jesse
My view for the greater part of my current life
A first smoke
Wine and Michael
Favorite nyc bookstore
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Random Japan
As I havent been good at putting up the japan pics in chronological order, here are some at random:
Walking back to the train in Kyoto. A long night of looking for a connection and not finding it.
A temple in Kyoto had an adjacent Tea Room with a spectacular garden: this is the garden view.
The biggest wooden structure in the world is this wooden temple in Nara, it houses this massive Buddha and is peppered with ornate detail.
Walking back to the train in Kyoto. A long night of looking for a connection and not finding it.
A temple in Kyoto had an adjacent Tea Room with a spectacular garden: this is the garden view.
The biggest wooden structure in the world is this wooden temple in Nara, it houses this massive Buddha and is peppered with ornate detail.
Monday, November 17, 2008
NYC
Grand Central, coming home from work
From train window
Lights and Sky
ketchup, stripes, and martinis
One Shot a Day
Maybe to indulge, maybe to stop making excuses for not taking pictures, Shane and I decided to, at least, take a picture a day and post it.
Shane's Posts: takemefrombehind.blogspot.com
Saturday November 15th: Shane and sculpture
Sunday November 16th: Black and Yellow
Monday November 17th: Flag
It just looked like a thought bubble
Reds from my window
Shane's Posts: takemefrombehind.blogspot.com
Saturday November 15th: Shane and sculpture
Sunday November 16th: Black and Yellow
Monday November 17th: Flag
It just looked like a thought bubble
Reds from my window
Sunday, November 9, 2008
NYC
Sash came to nyc to visit for a week:
At Moma, in a Pollock
Breakfast on Irving Pl
At the Knitting factory as part of CMJ
Freemans - never made it.
Piera.
on my way home, the chrysler building
At Moma, in a Pollock
Breakfast on Irving Pl
At the Knitting factory as part of CMJ
Freemans - never made it.
Piera.
on my way home, the chrysler building
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