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Soundtrack of Shame: SoS #17

POISON Bell Biv Devoe / NO ONE IS TO BLAME Howard Jones
TEAR IN YOUR HAND Tori Amos / CERULEAN Ocean Blue
FUMBLING TOWARDS ECSTASY Sarah McLachlan / POSSESSION Sarah McLachlan
KISS OFF Violent Femmes / LIFE DURING WARTIME Talking Heads
HEAVEN OR LAS VEGAS Cocteau Twins / WALKING IN MY SHOES Depeche Mode
HEART AND [...]

news from 2012

welcome to a new age of enlightenment and understandiWHASSUP THREE EYES

into white

is he going to do it? yes and it will be invisible, as promised. now drink your tea. no more questions until the intermission.

an unexpected surprise

your contributions have been noted. i will count slowly down from ten. can you feel anything when i do this? both terrible and wonderful. we’re closing our borders but opening our hearts. unto the fourth generation. this is the same sort of nonsense we’ve become accustomed to from the likes of you. our profound disappointment [...]

she’s leaving earth

wrote this poem awhile back for/about a friend of mine, and recently got permission to post it. it’s a reflection on certain events that were going on in her life at the time, and now that i think on it, it’s also a bookend of sorts to a Weird Blues song brother haptown wrote waaay [...]

words of wisdom

from my friend Vicki, via Twitter:
- wistfully remembering the days when I wrote poetry instead of getting myself ensnared in impossible battles between warring ideologues.
- being the object of suspicion and speculation among would-be allies, because I have this habit of eviscerating sacred metaphorical cows.

dubguy101: keeping those backseat ladies safe and sexy

witness his madness on flickr. his account is dead, so this google search linking all his flickr comments will have to suffice for the patient and easily amused/horrified. this is certainly one of the weirder fetishes i’ve run across, partially because (astonishingly) it’s not one i’m into. i’ve searched the dark corners of my Id, [...]

Job 39:9-12

Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him? Wilt thou believe him, that he [...]

i’m from the internet

ok, so here’s the lowdown on the parts of the internet with ben on it, should you wish to go there for some reason: flickr. blogger. twitter. yelp. facebook. livejournal. myspace. youtube. amazon. google. tribe. JPG. linkedin.
god knows there’s plenty of other yelahnebish flotsam and jetsam out there, but these are the more substantial skerries.

do not want

I’m walking through the desert And I am not frightened although it’s hotI have all that I requestedAnd I do not want what I haven’t got
I have learned this from my motherSee how happy she has made meI will take this road much furtherThough I know not where it takes me
I have water for my [...]

night on the beach, no moon, no stars, the sand a cliff overlooking a black roaring nothing the size of everything. i run alongside, screaming that i love you, my words drowned in the wind, cold, tide rising, until i cannot remember what came before running, before aching, before loving. back in the car i [...]

the trucks

this is fun – a music video on Blender.com featuring The Trucks. it contains footage from their Easy Street Records show that i photographed for the Three Imaginary Girls interview. my back makes a brief cameo at the very end as i’m photographing the girls; look for my bizarre hairline wedge, whose appearance will certainly [...]

i got a nod from the Capitol Hill Seattle blog for my photos of the neighborhood; amusingly enough, they referred to me as a she. which is fun, but i decided it was best to thank them for the attention and correct their evaluation of my gender…

more xkcd goodness here.

sigh. the assimilation continues, thanks to JPG Magazine.

lemon

i wake up and try to remember what needs to be done on this new day by picturing what’s written on my online calendar. i misplace my keys, or wonder what’s become of my old eight-track tapes, and start to reach for Google. i can’t remember if a particular someone attended the party i went [...]

emily’s studio, 10.21.06

check out my roadtrip with two other photographer friends here.
some backstory on the origins of the journey here.

here’s an article i contributed writing and pics to for three imaginary girls; here’s the flickr set containing the photos in question.

part two of the xmas pics are up. joriel gets home tonight. yay!