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Foolishly

(née today)


(profondo_rosso)


(my funny eye)


(mädchen blogt)


(mädchen blogt)

I listened to Today is the Day this morning. I couldn't piece together ideas last night. I wrote individual words down on paper. Repeated these and others in my head. Saw Jeff Scher's The Shadow's Dream. Turned my head upside-down. Then remembered the EP version of the song. Figured out a workable combination. The vial and its mixture. I had to stop the song to sound out the words.

Cliffs

I think about our old photographs, his favorite shoes, her various knits. All washed up somewhere. For their losses are more heartbreaking because of their attachments to them; that these were theirs to be guarded. Willing to be drowned than be drowned by the loss of our little monuments. So, you ask me why this was so and I would only say that I agree. But I believe it was history, and now I'll always put my memory to the test. For there will be greater losses if one day, I could not pass my knowledge of all this history to my future kids.

Cause We're On Our Way

Another "end" to the week. The big windows with the fractures of white paint. Showing a couple of trees that had been shedding throughout the week. The bus driver that missed my stop, which can easily be forgiven. And maybe there was a reason for that...

I remember the first time we met. You introduced me to this band. It was late summer, going into early autumn. Right around this time. The transition of the season that year seemed easy. If there was any difficulty of seasons turning... which I feel there is sometimes.

I found these videos today. And what it revived in my head is that sense of community. The twenty or what it seemed like an infinite number of kids playing hide and seek with what also seemed a vast amount of natural space. Maybe the sense of community in these videos is clear. But you see it build up... the curiousity, sincerity, reflections, feet, fingers, faces, eyes. What's in front of you and what you can see in your periphery. And the transitions, the movement from here to there just seems so easy.

What I Have is Right Here

Wet handkerchiefs. Dried up weeds between cracks of pavement. There was frustration there. I tried to leave it written on the page. September 22, 2009... frustrating day. The next day was better. And that was an important note. Not about the sun being absent. Or the humidity that caused rain. That was brief. Passing. It's learning about good will. Turning things around. Ce Matin-La... the song we heard early Sunday morning. Happy trumpets. Strolling along quiet streets. Something good to remember.




MP3: Air – Ce Matin-La

Buy Album: Various Artists - The Virgin Suicides Soundtrack

23

Some scenes from the day that was... my twenty-three. Thank you to a. & good health. The two that bring true pleasure and happiness to my life.

New Moon

I was so sure my class wasn't until 2PM. Had a good lunch. Looked at my schedule and realized that my class started at 1PM. It was 12:30. Everything seemed alright until that moment. Nobody likes this feeling... I looked at my watch constantly. A full minute seemed only a few seconds. But it worked out in the end. A little embarrassing moment doesn't hurt. Every once in a while. Still a pretty good day.




MP3: The xx – Basic Space (Sampha Remix)

Buy Album: The xx - XX

10x10

Black Stars

High Times

Don't the dragonflies look like they're flying in space?

I made scrambled eggs. With onions. A couple slices of Spanish bread. I ate this, while I read your description of clouds. Volcanos, whale rider. This came through yours. And I read Leonard Cohen's Days of Kindness again. I was seventeen the last time I longed to read this. I don't know why I decided to go back to it now. Maybe it was my departure from the usual cereal and blueberries.

This is a good way of knowing how much you have changed. I read this now. I see lights and I am blinded by them. I thought the poem was about sacrifice then. But now I see it only as a choice. And everybody makes choices. Maybe the tears were part of the sweet turned bitter. Of leaving something you loved. But it's not always the case when you look back. And leaving something is sometimes good.

Then I turned my attention to William Carlos Williams' Summer Song. Laid out beautifully on her page. I give you two poems, where both speakers have a date with the moon. And they follow it. And I saw your face in everyone, I swear. Those are the words that I followed, as I ran for fifteen minutes. Then a little piece of thread flew in front of face. From my hair. Attached itself from the bed. I blew it somewhere.

It's A Pleasure...

(wishasana)

I keep thinking about lying down. On a big patch of grass. With our shoes off. With some wild plants. I felt this song was just right. For that kind of thing. Even though it's all in the mind. There's still time for that, I hope.




MP3: Yo La Tengo – Don't Say a Word [Hot Chicken #2]

Buy Album: Yo La Tengo - Electr-O-Pura

Hair Like Spanish Moss

This is Sunday. Blue sky. Fluffy pals. Soup of the summer. Wine.




MP3: Calexico – Contention City

Buy Album: Calexico - Carried To Dust

Recent Bedroom

Shadows of people flicker on the train floor.




MP3: Atlas Sound – Ready Set Glow

Buy Album: Atlas Sound - Let The Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel

Dig

El Final Del Camino by Maria Luisa Murillo. These photos remind me of Westerns. My grandfather's love for them. All throughout his years. I believe this is why the nickname, "kid" stuck with him. I feel this is his cowboy name. A picturesque quiet view of land. Filled with noise. Comprised of wind. Dust. Guitar solos...




MP3: The xx – Infinity

Buy Album: The xx - XX

Scraping Past

(copenhagenize)


(pergenius)


(née today)


(daily photoist)


(said the gramophone)

A quick one for the morning. Was too tired to write last night after dinner. Fell asleep on my side. A combination of pot, long drive home & good food. Managed to compile a good set of photos this morning. The bicycle kids and their blown-up heads. The yellow metals and red cranes. A piece of colored pencil art. What seems to either be a shot of the morning or evening commute. And a cool photo of my main man, Colin. Because at some point in time, every guy wanted to be him. His long mutton chops or wear his cozy sweaters.




MP3: Atlas Sound – River Card

Buy Album: Atlas Sound - Let The Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel

oh nine, oh nine, oh nine

(née today)


(colectiva)


(gorillavsbear)


(said the gramophone)

(daily dose)


(blogTO)


(blogTO)


(duo-swiss)


(huffington)

Busy campus today. Lots of map-holding. Not by me. New fresh faces. While seeing old acquiantances and friends. Nods shared everywhere. The anxiety in telling summer stories. You can hear it everywhere.

I'm writing this late tonight, so I might not have the energy. My eyes are ready for the bed after the shower. The bed is calling. Here are a couple of good songs. One on gorillavsbear by Au Revoir Simone. And one on Said the Gramophone by Fulton Lights. I've never heard of these bands, but these sites always have something sweet to share. Words, music, visuals...

A. sent me a photo from daily dose, which is very similar to my header. That header is a reminder of that special night. BlogTO put up some great photos of "Toronto the growing". As someone had commented. View them here.

Students were also handing out these new evening newspapers after my last class. I took one for the train ride. Used it to block the bright sun at one point. Even the train ride was tiring. That was unusual. Been a tough first day back. Time for me to get on that laundry, then bed. Then sleep. Dreams. I hope. Just exhausted.

Fourth Time Around

Crantastic!

Nothing To Hide

(verde)


(yo la tengo)


(f.y. emily haines)


(torontoist)


(torontoist)


(jeffrey brown)

All things come to an end. The two months for kids. My own two weeks. Airshows. Pages Books. The latter closes after thirty years in business. Where I bought my first Jeffrey Brown book. One of the first places where I took a. when we first met. That's part of our history. A place where you can just stumble into. Spend some time in. Even for a few minutes. The few places you wish would always be there... the favorite magazine stand, record store, café & corner store...

Little kid's first day of school today. So anxious. He jumped and leapt when the bus came around. But his big backpack weighed him down. He fell on his side. Like a turtle turned over on his shell. That made my morning. Reported the incident to a. One of the big kids helped him up. Onto the bus, little one. Something tells me he'll be telling telling lots of stories tonight. But where's grandpa? Hope he's doing alright.

Thank you for the coffee. Funny how you leave just enough in case. New Yo La Tengo album comes out today. They'll be playing here at The Opera House. And it's been almost seven years the last time I went to that venue. A little punk then. It would be disappointing if Popular Songs doesn't make the top five list of the year. You can buy tickets for Yo La Tengo @ The Opera House here. I keep hearing hype about Dirty Projectors, so I'll listen to their album. Not sure if this is true about Jared Leto & Emily Haines: “Jared Leto came to a bunch of our shows in Los Angeles and was apparently courting me, but I didn’t notice, which is really too bad. But his band is really bad.” That's pretty funny.

Gonna be at some field somewhere today. If those guys ever wake up. Hope it doesn't rain when we put our futbol boots on. Or tweak anything. Been a while since we all played.




MP3: Yo La Tengo – Nothing To Hide

Buy Album: Yo La Tengo - Popular Songs

The Last Time (Orchestral)

I love this photo from torontoist. Another reminder that summer is at an end. And that I don't know how to take night photos. Fuck. Had some crabs for lunch. The smell stained my fingers. Nothing to do. Hanging out with a. on the bed. I like this. But there are no more sounds of planes. But there's a good chill in the air. Reminds me of mornings in Berkeley.




MP3: Dinosaur Jr. – Over It

Buy Album: Dinosaur Jr. - Farm

About You

Two very good cloud pictures. Here and here. That's been the quiet morning. We love breakfast. Made french toast. From pieces of cranberry walnut bread. My head smells like vanilla and cinnamon. That's when you know... your morning's been good. Threw in sausages. A couple pieces of bacon. What I would describe as a French scrambled egg. Onions. Thyme. And banana slices. On the side. With honey. Lots of maple syrup. Two full plates. And bellies.

From yesterday. Lots of good intentions. Coming from all around. Don't count out anybody. It's a community after all. It's harder for the bigger ones. I can understand that. Growing up in a small town. Neighborhoods were always full. Of children. Conversations. Greetings. No matter what mood. That's what yesterday and this somewhat reminded me of.

I enjoy putting together photos. They make sense. When you keep looking at them over and over. Like going back to a book you've already read. But this is it for now. Time to shower and get rid of the morning breakfast smell.




MP3: The xx – Islands

Buy Album: The xx - XX