September 23, 2019 · Adventure
[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer. Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose […]
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September 16, 2019 · Collusion
Bodies defying the institutional geometry, movement carving rebellion into all that brutalist concrete and those sterile fluorescent slashes. This is what I’m talking about. This is the escape velocity made flesh. I’m talking about that electric moment when you’re three drinks deep into a conversation that matters, when the music’s so loud it rewires your […]
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September 12, 2019 · Individualism
The man built a wall that refuses to be a wall. It doesn’t keep anything in or out. It just exists, this undulating spine of sandstone crawling through grass and under trees, going nowhere in particular, and that’s exactly the fucking point. It’s not trying to be profound. It’s not begging for your approval. It […]
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September 5, 2019 · Industries
There’s something obscene about freezing a body mid-flight against all that falling water, obscene in the best way, the way that makes you understand why cameras were invented in the first place. Ive got these LINES Ballet dancers, people who’ve turned their spines into questions and their limbs into arguments, and I’ve set them against […]
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August 15, 2019 · Individualism
I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump. Zora Neale Hurston The broom thing, this gorgeous, stolen-back piece of history that slavery couldn’t kill, sitting there at a wedding where half the guests have sleeve tattoos and the other half are wearing dashikis from Ashby flea market, where there’s no church, […]
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July 31, 2019 · Individualism
“To Honor Surfing” Statue by Thomas Marsh Lighthouse Point, Santa Cruz. “Our conversation changed. It usually had a busy, must-say-everything edge to it, even during the long, lazy days of waiting for waves on Tavarua. But out in the lineup, once the swells started pumping, large pools of awe seemed to collect around us, hushing […]
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June 9, 2019 · Engineering
There’s something about a joint that refuses to die that makes you believe in America again, or at least in the stubborn, beautiful refusal to give up on what matters. Peninsula Creamery sits there on that corner like a middle finger to everything Silicon Valley pretends to be: all its disruption and optimization and whatever […]
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