oh hey. its been a while. sort of playing catch up with myself; in that transition mode. heres what im listening to. oh and have a magical day duckies. two against one. hmm the build is there, where are you?
Doing nothing in particular today, playing babysitter... thinking about myriad things; guys, drugs, new watches, sex, hairstyles... you know.
All of these things circling around my head like bugs to a streetlamp. The bigger thought of course is, where am I going next?
I think its interesting, our expectations of summer. Are they ever as adventurous as we would like? Perhaps they are completely different than expected, but in a good way. Perhaps when you have no expectations they are always good. But what when our hopes of a 'magical' summer never happen? Is it better to dream of this or to just sit comfortable and enjoy the view? Looking for alternatives and possibilities has always weighed me down in the fact that nothing is dazzling enough; so now is it healthier to give those visions up?
New visions. Lately I've been wracking my brain, my heart, and my mac. Looking for the next thing. The hard part is that there's an infinite catalog of choices and roads I can take. All of them at the moment sounding better than where I am now. So what do we do with ourselves when we are completely free but completely lost; does order and peace exist in adventure and chaos? I hope so.
'— What do you do with yourself? — I’m never here really. I’m on tour ninety-nine percent of the time. When I am here I really love it, I’m maintaining this kind of love affair, it’s not a real relationship yet, it’s just a love affair. It’s a beautiful place to come to.'
'I wandered alone, camera in hand, in a desperate search of lights that would rival those captured in the film. The bad weather continued, as if to mock me. For the first time in my life, I was to know the supreme humiliation of a ruined vacation, returning pale and with the bitterness of having wasted one's savings. My brother Axel joined us and the long-awaited sun followed shortly. All of a sudden everything changed in such a radical manner that it took our breath away. The absolute pureness of the air, cleansed by the fog, dazzled us. At last we were on Ibiza! We had found the fabulous setting ofMore, the haunting theatre of the summer fantasies of two generations. Except that, unlike the narrator in the film, we did not slide down the hard path of drugs toward a tragic end, but witnessed with fascination the emergence of a new life. Nature gave us a completely different message. My gaze became drowned in a Dali sky, where I thought I was seeing the 'remake' of the fabulous summer of when I was twenty, when the future seemed without limit.' commentary by henry roi from hobo magazine
Mast Brothers Chocolate
Upon a welcomed discovery today I realized that there is something taking place in our society- a rebirth of hand made art, of talent revisited and made new in modern design and modern thinking.
Here is what I found: the art of crafting is rarely about the actual product but the process, what it means, who is with you, and how you work within that trade. While the concept of chocolate drew me to this company; their refreshing vision and charm is what made me appreciate something called craftsmanship.
lucidity: i found this article in the ny times and i thought it was quite interesting becuase just the other night, i made myself have a good dream, when it started as a nightmare. it was the first time this occurred for me and i was really curious. has this happened to you?