May 2009
7 posts
i don’t know how to use tumblr properly even though it is the simplest blogthing out there everywhere
i made a ring out of a random plastic thing i bought on sale from muji, and a blob of dried uhu glue. the problem is that it kind of sticks to whatever it is sitting on if left alone for too long. i like it though. it looks like a screwed up diamond and each little blog of air inside the...
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used...”
– Arundhati Roy (via oranged)
T2
i have spent sixteen dollars and fallen in a shallow kind of love with the cold of titanium against my nose and simple mirror-fed light,
laconic whirring and bare electronics under a decidedly analogue shell,
and putting a certain amount of hope into 36 unforseeable instances.
10/5
1. i want to go out and make something. today i fixed two lights in the house and scanned a bunch of wedding photos from the 1930s. i feel like sitting under one of these said newly fixed lights and painting a pair of shoes to death. maybe i will. but i’ll be dead to the world in church at 8am tomorrow and that would not be so good.
2. i got lost trying to drive home from the esplanade. i...
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i feel like doing three things: needlessly venting, sleeping and listening to more ratatat.
train train
1. i have been reading anthony keidis’ scar tissue. it is a good book and has enlightened me unto the possibility that a great deal of the world’s unhappiness stems from some kind of addiction.
2. i should go and buy a pair of shoes to replace my over-loved flats. these have literally seen wind and rain and deserve a bit more than a cracked sole as recompense.
3. is star trek worth...
hello
pre: this is a sociable experiment, because being sociable and being experimental have both happened to be suddenly appealing. maybe i should format posts.
1. i have been drinking unbearably awesome amounts of cold cocoa. this gift from high above in a cup is produced by dissolving sugar and said cocoa in a small amount of hot water, and filling rest of glass with cold milk. almost guiltless...