Tag Archives: life

3170 miles / W through 34° 14′, S through 4° 32′ / 43 hours

I’m on my third day as a San Fran­cisco res­i­dent. I thought about writ­ing a thing before leav­ing, in the generic-life-update-for-a-blog cat­e­gory, but I fig­ure the only peo­ple who look at this thing (well, who might look at it if it ever had any­thing new) are peo­ple who already knew I was mov­ing to SF, […]

Vergangenheitsbewältigung

Ver­gan­gen­heits­be­wäl­ti­gung might be my favorite Ger­man word. Lots of jokes about the Ger­man lan­guage hav­ing a (nor­mally long) word for every­thing, and, well, it’s true more often than not. “Ver­gan­gen­heits­be­wäl­ti­gung” means “a strug­gle to come to terms with the past.” I’m think­ing about it today because it’s the five year anniver­sary of the death of […]

Getting older isn’t as confusing as getting older

[dis­jointed entry alert: sort of writ­ing this one on assign­ment, as it may be] Peo­ple have accused me of liv­ing in the past. This is sim­ply not true — I just don’t appre­ci­ate the present until it’s become the past. I think it started when I was around 15. I have (had?) very few mem­o­ries of […]

The Sorrows of Young Whatever

Every­thing ever said about the rel­a­tiv­ity of time — be it seri­ous or jokey or wrong — is right. Short expanses of time can be unen­durably long, long stretches of time can pass by with­out notice, and now lasts for­ever while the past and the future never existed and never could or will. I whiled […]

2009 was a pretty straightforward year

…accord­ing to last.fm, any­way. my top 20 artists for the year: depeche mode pet shop boys brian eno coil the cure new order peter gabriel ein­stürzende neubauten the orb b! machine mus­lim­gauze the church cur­rent 93 and one front 242 de/vision the the project pitch­fork david syl­vian covenant part of me is a lit­tle let down that it […]

damn, it was a good day (micah’s end-of-the-quarter remix)

RIT has been whomp­ing my ass this year, and i respect­fully, glee­fully, doff my hat to it and wish another aca­d­e­mic year adieu (well, tem­porar­ily, as i’m tak­ing sum­mer classes). ergo, i awoke late today and had a great day. for two hours, i read the newest novel by my favourite author: good to be god […]

because i feel like enumerating

foods in my kitchen i have more than one vari­ety of: tea: 11 vari­eties mus­tard: 8 vari­eties hot sauce: 5 vari­eties knäcke­bröd: 4 vari­eties bar­be­cue sauce: 3 vari­eties (and tamarind sauce) hum­mus: 2 vari­eties a band i have never lis­tened to and i’ve always felt guilty about it: yo la tengo a band i have never lis­tened to and i’ve never felt […]

he butled

well, now i can scratch it off my list — i met a man who was once a but­ler to the queen. tonight there was an event at school, a din­ner about eti­quette (as part of the busi­ness world). this fel­low, john bourdage, gave a talk and showed us which fork to use (essen­tially). through the […]

the inspiration is too complicated to explain

love is like try­ing to har­ness the tides to power a printing press.

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