the priv

sometimes i forget to take a step back and think
how lucky i really am

and for this i am truly sorry

season of the shark

summer sun by yo la tengo
best end of summer album ever

going back to j-school

art is funny
i feel like many people who are in journalism think they are artists
but if its art
its the art of telling the truth
and some people say they Want to Write
and that you can't be creative in journalism
because there is one truth
well duh
and some people say they are photographers
but never a journalist with a camera
and sometimes personal vision should never be mixed with the truth
that's where we get talk show hosts on 24-hour news networks

but that doesn't mean you aren't an artist
i just think its separated from a career
we are humans first, not our majors
and i truly believe that if you can separate telling other people's stories with telling your own
then you are able to be all of these things

when i first learned about the real world

when i was seven
my dad took me bowling
and the man working at the counter
the student teacher in my 1st grade class
this struck me odd because

after all, he was my teacher, and teachers do not live in the real world
he belonged behind a bulletin board covered in a sheet of stapled bright paper
not some dingy cubby holes encasing tattered shoes
he should have been busy dreaming up new ways to teach us our multiplication tables
not throwing a size 11, 4 and 6 on the gum-encrusted countertop
and at that very moment
why wasn't he
photocopying crossword puzzles and lyrics to raffi songs?

but, more curiously,
why wasn't he smiling?

la belleza es tu cabeza

came across this fortune yesterday. it rings true.



a shot of my mom messing about in the garden.



chardon buses joining us around dead man's curve
i miss andy

five years

tomorrow, my favourite band in the world is coming to town. its been 5 years since radiohead has come here.

one more day of work, and then a day on the lawn.