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jk lol.

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the true new yorker
secretly believes
that people living
anywhere else
have to be,
in some sense,
kidding.

john updike
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ps – 1979 who tickets still good in providence. woo!
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comma chameleon.

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“ . . . i’d never seen
new york
like this before.
never seen
these colours,
the city flushed,

b l u s h i n g .

this is how i imagine
the insides of a living person,
chest cracked open so you can see
everything jammed in,
working on top of each other
and next to each other,

t o g e t h e r .”
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– victoria hannan

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what i’m re-reading.

tim etchells
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thanks to dan’s tue night push,
i finally wrote my futureme letter.
usually, i avoid doing non-cryptic,
straight up personal posts here,
but, like, fuck it.
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i’m excited to re-read this in 3 years:
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“ . . . you always told dan that you really just paid it forward during your early 20s and your mid-late 20s were going to be AWESOME. were you right? are your mid-late 20s AWESOME? i hope so, because i’m writing the rest of this letter under the assumption that dan is still your best friend, you made your bed this morning, your mid-late 20s are AWESOME, and you have an extremely rewarding job in a field that makes you very very happy. amy, you must remember the items above are ALWAYS givens. please be sure to change something if that is no longer the case. you need to live a life of givens.”
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little battles.


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“you never make
exactly what you want to make.
when you look at a finished piece of work,
you never see everything
that’s gone into getting it there.
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most of what [able] designs isn’t seen
and he’s only just learnt
to come to terms with that.
but now he views everything he’s done
as a prototype for what’s to come.
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he never expects he’s going
to make the final thing,
just the next thing.
he says the little battles are temporary.”
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ps – inspired by this and this, i’ve convinced pastme to email futureme.
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couleurs de l’ombre.

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“when i visited his studio in tokyo, hiroshi sugimoto showed me his project colours of shadow. i remember it very clearly: at the centre of a large, light-filled room, rising like a column from floor to ceiling, there stood a crystal prism of immaculate clarity. this was an experimental device whereby, every morning, the sunlight passing through the prism would create a world of colours, projected like shadows on the white walls of the studio. a chromatic epiphany in polaroid that the artist suggested we could capture on our silk scarf. out of this came 20 subtle variations, all different, printed in giant format.”

– pierre-alexis dumas

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ps – this image of hermès dressing hiroshi is oh so adorable.
pps – afterzine’s oh so incredible editor’s diary found it all first.
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oh, those people.


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i’m one of those people
that you have to keep your eye on
or i’ll wander off into the woods
and forget to come back.

– jack white

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conditionals.


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if you wait,
all that happens
is that you get older.
larry mcmurtry
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if you aren’t 
in over your head,
how do you know
how tall you are?
t.s. eliot

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captain kirke.



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top five JK / JJ:

1...story’s great, really great, loving this string cheese – keep going.
2...i was like 5 minutes late. you’re such a little nazi, you know that?
3...terry, don’t quit before the miracle.
4...what if i want to feel like i have udders?
5...it’s floor length . . .

birthday lunch.

oh pioneer
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[waiter condescendingly pats joanna and walks away]

joanna:..don’t fucking touch me.
me:..you’re cute as a button.
joanna:..he’s gay as a football bat.

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the f-ing chase.

magdalena
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“well,” said pooh, “what i like best—” and then he had to stop and think. because although eating honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. – a. a. milne

art is art.


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“art is art. and an artist,
according to marshall, is someone
on the frontiers of perception,
who looks at information overload
with the goal of pattern recognition,
to see things before anyone else.”

marshall mcluhan:
you know nothing of my work!

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ps – my favorite professor assigned massive amounts of mcluhan.

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this is not a place.


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i’m tearing up, acrost your face
move dust through the light
to fide your name
it’s something fane
this is not a place
not yet awake,
i’m raised of make
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
in a mother, out a moth
furling forests for the soft
gotta know been lead aloft
so i’m ridding all your stories
what i know, what it is,
is pouring – wire it up!
you’re breaking your ground

“perth” by bon iver

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ps – congrats, kid.

so i came back.



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“there was a moment, sometime in 2002 or 2003 when i was sitting by the sea, up on an island off the coast of new hampshire when i realized i could make my life into anything i wanted, that i could choose my reality. that was when i put myself fully into this, that i decided to just go and see what happened, nothing else mattered . . . [campbell] talks about needing the journey to be a circle, that it is the going and the return that make it a journey. to simply go out and disappear isn’t enough, you must come back.”

mikael kennedy
paradigm magazine

shoulduh, coulduh.


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when i get nervous
i squirm and curse, uh, a lot.
sounds like, ha ha fuck.

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work in progress.

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“a work in progress quickly becomes feral. it reverts to a wild state overnight . . . it is a lion growing in strength. you must visit it every day and reassert your mastery over it. if you skip a day, you are, quite rightly, afraid to open the door to its room. you enter its room with bravura, holding a chair at the thing and shouting, ‘simba!’” 

– annie dillard, on things getting out of control

hunting season.


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“imma be real, man, this might sound like the craziest thing to you. i, and others like me – trap stars – we always considered ourselves robin hoods: we go out and get the money. just think, if you was in the village and you a hunter, you take pride in going out to hunt the prey and bring it back for the village to eat. in our situation, we took pride in getting money so that the hood could eat. a part of the hood was the strip club, so – in our minds – we looking at it like we putting kids through school, we buying school clothes, we paying tuition, we paying car notes. we felt like we was the providers. and that’s what we are! when you a ghetto star, when you a hood star, you gonna take care of your grandmother, your mother. when you on that next level, you gotta take care of the city, the streets. all of that consists of going to the strip clubs and throwing up money; like, imma have fun doing it, but imma give back. and, like, in doing so, they don’t gotta take the risks that we did. the women shouldn’t have to go out and kill the goddamn elk.”
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rappers are the ‘robin hoods of the hood’
young jeezy

real simple.


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“by fourth grade i was allowed to come home after school alone. it taught me a lot about keeping track of my keys and how to listen for the sound of my mom’s car in the driveway so i wouldn’t be caught with food in the living room.”

– on working moms

luuuuuuucy.


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where’s my
white collarless shirt
from fred seeeeeeeeagel?

for the record.


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i’m having
a terrible,
horrible,
no good,
very bad
monday.
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h…e…l…p……w…a…n…t…e…d….

at once.


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“when i look at my life and its secret colors, i feel like bursting into tears. like that sky, it’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. you know, i think of the lips i’ve kissed, and of the wretched child i was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. i’m all those things at once. i’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me. extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—i can’t say it.”

a happy death
albert camus

how many rivers?


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we were hunters and foragers. the frontier was everywhere. we were bounded only by the earth, and the ocean, and the sky. the open road still softly calls. our little terraquious globe as the madhouse of those hundred thousand millions of worlds. we, who cannot even put our own planetary home in order, riven with rivalries and hatreds; are we to venture out into space? by the time we’re ready to settle even the nearest of other planetary systems, we will have changed. the simple passage of so many generations will have changed us. necessity will have changed us. we’re… an adaptable species. it will not be we who reach alpha centauri and the other nearby stars. it will be a species very like us, but with more of our strengths, and fewer of our weaknesses. more confident, farseeing, capable, and prudent. for all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, we humans are capable of greatness. what new wonders, undreamt of in our time, will we have wrought in another generation? and another? how far will our nomadic species have wandered by the end of the next century? and the next millennium? our remote descendants, safely arrayed on many worlds through the solar system and beyond, will be unified by their common heritage, by their regard for their home planet, and by the knowledge that whatever other life may be, the only humans in all the universe come from earth. they will gaze up, and strain to find the blue dot in their skies. they will marvel at how vulnerable the repository of raw potential once was. how perilous, our infancy. how humble, our beginnings. how many rivers we had to cross before we found our way.

pale blue dot
carl sagan

miss much.


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don’t be so careful
you miss the times
of late september
mountain climbs.
don’t be so weary
you miss the sea
or swinging from
a crooked tree
or closing your eyes
and taking the plunge.
don’t be so safe
you miss the fun.
dallas clayton