Sunday, April 28, 2013


"The things we truly love are locked in our hearts as long as life remains"

Josephine Baker

Thursday, April 25, 2013

This, right now, and for days to come


"I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find my banks full of roses under my cypresses."

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

(Live Oak engraving by the incomparable Barry Moser)

Tuesday, April 23, 2013


So I've been thinking a lot lately about what I want to do with this little blog moving forward. In case you haven't noticed (and if you haven't, are you blind?!), I haven't had much to say here for about the last year. That's happened for a lot of reasons, but most recently, I attribute it directly to my Twitter obsession.

With my Google-addled attention span, I'm not sure I have anything of length worth sharing here anymore, but I'm not willing to abandon this quite yet. Honestly, it's the closest thing to a journal that I've got going, so sorry future children, you're mostly out of luck, but at least you'll know of my unnatural love for European baritones, which I'm sure will be exceedingly helpful when you're trying to make important life decisions, and all that jazz.

Lately, I've been:

  • Taking selfies in distorted mirror pillars

  •  Spending too much time (as usual) in teh naturez. This is one of my favorite hikes- the Living Room- full of "furniture" made of sandstone slabs. This was taken on a particularly cold and rainy day. I feel pretty lucky to live in a city where I'm only minutes away from sights like this. 

  • Chasing quails around the backyard. On this particular day, they took refuge in the apple tree. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, almost nothing delights me more than ridiculous quails.  

Other stuff has been happening, but you don't really want to hear about that- you just want the good/boring stuff like birds and rocks. YOU'RE WELCOME.

Sunday, April 14, 2013


“I cannot break myself any longer for you... If you can love me for what I am, we shall be happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to deserve that you should. I must be myself. I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever inly rejoices me and the heart appoints. If you are noble, I will love you; if you are not, I will not hurt you and myself by hypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own. I do this not selfishly but humbly and truly. It is alike your interest, and mine, and all men’s, however long we have dwelt in lies, to live in truth. "

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance and Other Essays (emphasis mine)