January 11, 2012 · Adventure
It was all balance. But then, she already knew that from surfing. Eve Babitz, Sex and Rage: Advice to Young Ladies Eager for a Good Time: A Novel You don’t understand Mavericks until you’ve stood on those cliffs with salt wind tearing at your face, watching thirty foot walls of Pacific rage explode against rock […]
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January 1, 2012 · The City
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince You don’t stick hundreds of roses in the sand at dawn on New Year’s Day because you’re well-adjusted. You do it because something broke open inside you, or because you needed to make […]
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December 17, 2011 · Absolute Solipsism
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Charles Dickens, Great Expectations Look at this photograph I took and tell me something isn’t dying right in front of you. The Stanford Movie Theatre on University Avenue in Palo Alto. The marquee reading Great Expectations […]
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December 4, 2011 · Absolute Solipsism
I would rather be ashes than dust I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not […]
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November 3, 2011 · Collusion
Failure… it’s the only fucking meal worth eating when you’re stupid enough to think you can improve Anton Chekhov. My Head is Burning. Christ, of course it is. Your head, their heads, Chekhov’s rotting tubercular head somewhere in a Russian cemetery still burning with the knowledge that a hundred years later, some ambitious assholes with […]
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October 8, 2011 · Individualism
So Steve Jobs died last week, and I’m sitting here trying to figure out what the hell that means to me, this guy I never actually knew but who was always just… here. Growing up in Palo Alto, I couldn’t escape him. Not in the celebrity sighting way, not in the “oh look, there’s someone […]
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September 15, 2011 · Wanderlust
I’m walking through Manhattan at 3:13AM and I stumbles on this… a blow-up sex doll sitting in an empty rickshaw like she’s waiting for a fare that’s never coming? Now this isn’t art, it’s archaeology. It’s evidence. Somebody else staged this little theater of the absurd and then abandoned it, and I just happened to […]
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