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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June 5, 2019 · Engineering
The trouble with superheroes is what to do between phone booths. Ken Kesey Look at this magnificent anachronism, this relic standing there like some burned out roadie who missed the last bus out of town. A payphone in 2019 might as well be a fucking dinosaur bone embedded in concrete, except this thing’s still breathing, […]
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June 4, 2019 · Wanderlust
Telephone Archaeology: Santa Cruz Payphone Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry. Jack Kerouac
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