always going somewhere

i moved to tumblr.

i will finish the alaska writings and put them up here on blogger. and that'll be that.

my friends, great things are in development.
i cannot say too much now.
it's a secret.

Slippery

slippery was the last of it's kind. the future held new things. anything could have happened.

06/24, 13:00, Naknek, AK -- Out of the Wind

Down at the marina beach, wrecked rusty remains of long-dead boats, ships, drug to shore and left to rot; leftovers of a past I'll never know. Smashed bits of giant bathtubs, hardly recognizable as sea-faring vessels that, at one time, carried human life. Crumpled metal cans, exposed ribs, torn outer flesh; each edge a jagged lip, all paint chipped and loose; dangling wires, old tires, wooden boxes, broken glass, greasy joints, and a fire extinguisher submerged below deck.

to-do list:

13/01/09 edit:

-- further exploration of a writing concept in which live speech is sampled and transposed to text; a form of journalism that involves natural setting and spontaneous interviewing, like a record producer coaxing with mood and atmosphere the perfect improvisational performance from a violinist for the album cut. this will likely evolve into an attempt to blur the literary gap between modern journalism and reality-based fiction.

-- film. mostly i have an idea for a cheap, slow movie with a vague plot and poetry monologues that has few cuts and spends a lot of time doing long landscape shots from a moving vehicle (the plot involves driving somewhere) of winter forest with quiet ambient echo soundtrack songs playing, two people are talking (perhaps the dialog is created using a method similar to the speech concept above) and going somewhere, the city fog turns to snowy trees, the forest lake turns to foggy moon, they never really go anywhere and blablabla i need to think of some action scenes

-- finish the acoustic album.

http://aseaofquotes.tumblr.com/

NES funk

from spring

good timing

When you fall asleep on the couch watching TV, listening to voices and advertisements and compressed music, that's when there's nothing left and it's time to go. If you don't go now then you may never be able to, because chances to escape come only every so often, only now and again, and the longer you wait to do something like uproot yourself from where you are planted and comfortable, to spread your wings and just dive into space and hope there's air to catch you, to reach out from behind your water curtain and touch something on the other side -- the longer you wait, the harder it is. Which isn't to say I'm no fan of waiting, or that I believe rushing into things is ever a good idea. Patience keeps one calm, collected, in control, ready. But there is a thin line between patience and procrastination, and it's often when you're waiting for the perfect moment (to talk to that person, to say something clever, to voice your opinion, to realize your goals, to create something you love, to love someone you create) that your opportunity flies right past you like a sign you didn't see on the freeway -- hey, hey man, you missed the exit.

i like these musicks:

Keenan Ketzner - Sinuet No. 1


The Printing Spool - Wounds from Washing pt. 1


(repost from sometesserae)

i like this film:

i like this photography:

http://www.martin-klimas.de/

i like this musick:

05/14
          "Boy she look so good I wish she wasn't my cousin."
          "She ain't my cousin."

i like this album: