Is love like art – something always ahead, never quite attained. Edward Weston My father and I talked a lot about art, and one day when we ended up on the subject of photography, he took to a framed photo of his parents and opened it up and showed me the stamp on the back. […]
Continue Reading →And George Farr had the town, the earth, the world to himself and his sorrow. Music came faint as a troubling rumor beneath the spring night, sweetened by distance: a longing knowing no ease. (Oh God, oh God!) At last George Farr gave up trying to see her. He had ‘phoned vainly and time after […]
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We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.Stephen King Halloween 2020. The year we learned that the real monsters don’t wear masks. They’re invisible, airborne, and they don’t give a shit about your plans. So here’s some beautiful lunatic in Santa Cruz, climbing up on a bronze surfer, making their own […]
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Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to themAntoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince Children and families gather at the road block on Highway One in Santa Cruz begging the state for more resources to fight the CZULightningComplex Fire. Here’s what you need […]
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If you truly love film, I think the healthiest thing to do is not read books on the subject. I prefer the glossy film magazines with their big color photos and gossip columns, or the National Enquirer. Such vulgarity is healthy and safe. Werner Herzog I’ve shot a thousand bodies contorted in a thousand supposed […]
Continue Reading →Here’s what this thing is actually trying to do, and why it matters: I’m not talking about phenomenology as some pristine moment of pure experience, that whole “unmediated presence” thing is academic horseshit and we all know it. This is about phenomenology as a verb, as something you do: you tune yourself to what’s actually […]
Continue Reading →So this is what it comes to: you, the mirror, and the slow-motion shipwreck of your own face disappearing under a forest of hair that screams “I HAVE GIVEN UP” in fourteen different dialects. Robinson Crusoe, sure, if Crusoe had Netflix, bottomless carbs, and a growing suspicion that Friday was never coming because there was […]
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