18.6.11

4.6.11

22.4.11

birthday skype chat

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."


(the Walrus and the Carpenter)


this is love. twenty four.

10.10.10

RAAAAAAD

not sure what to make of the video.. green screen for sure but pretty fun stuff. not a single flyaway. lucky guy. i'm torn between hating paul oakenfold for touching the doors, and loving him for giving LA woman such a sick spin. the guy's a hack, but from time to time he can a mix a good tune.

30.9.10

D'EON

This deserves a little attention: D'Eon remixed by HYPE Williams and he hasn't even released his debut album yet. yessssss.

http://www.factmag.com/2010/09/30/get-slow-with-hype-williams-remix-of-hippos-in-tanks-artist-deon/

(direct link to remix: HERE)

24.9.10

summer was...

21.9.10

Today is lucrative:



I would rather admit that I'm leaving you for a wombat than admit that I'm wrong.
we are two skeletons in solidarity, bare and waiting for the winter's freeze--it's quiet as we tuck ourselves into the snow, the long night coming over us like a blanket of dying leaves.

(from moments when i think i'm alone)

December To Do.

1. go surfing (learn to surf) in tofino.

2. ski washington on the way back.

3. on the same day.

17.9.10

16.9.10

3.9.10

it's

three o'clock in the morning and that thing that's keeping me awake, it's anger. why anger so late? my mind is churning with questions you can't answer. no one can, yet i'm asking them like i need the answers. maybe i'm hung up on the past, consumed by the notion of missing out on something so massive...maybe i regret not knowing you better--not seeing you when you were around: you aren't anymore. i feel unworthy of missing you. you weren't mine to lose.. but in a way you were. i didn't know you at all, but in so many ways i knew you completely. reading these lines you threw together from memories and love, and a conversation we had in your parlour a few autumns ago.. i'm starkly aware of how well you knew me. how little i had to give to be seen: to see. maybe i'm angry that i can't go anywhere to talk to you. no park, or bench or stone or beach... nothing was sacred like that and nothing has been allowed to remain as such. you aren't even near your home anymore--the only place i remember knowing you. you were taken back with such vehement haste we didn't even see you leave. i'm angry because i tried so, so hard to see you, but i know i could have tried harder. i knew this was it.. and yet, i held on to that hope that it wasn't. why didn't i try harder? why didn't i insist and say i must, i must! i knew that i must, and i let myself down. worse. i let you down. am i even allowed to miss you? i wouldn't dare speak it aloud, but maybe here you'll find me. maybe i can talk to you somehow and let you know that the greatest regret i have is not having one more conversation, one more drink, one more laugh with you.

27.8.10

21.8.10

saw a train, set the night on fire.