I am such a perfectionist, which eventually manifests into procrastination ( Read more... )

Sunday night: The desert was like a sweltering Chicago subway full of indie kids and electric chatter. After 8 hours of Coachella day 2, Trent Reznor like a nine inch nail to the head, and a whirlwind of afterparties at the Indian Palms Hyatt, sleep never came. Instead I mulled on outer space, inner space and perspective ( Read more... )

Lesson of the Century ( Read more... )

Tokyo zoo penguins in awe of giant on April Fool's Day

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"Except for the fact that it terminates life, death is such a little thing ( Read more... )

Looks like Nick and co. are accompanying me to Coachella from SF. And we're Flying, not driving. @#*!!!!! Glad that's settled.

"You're so beautiful that sometimes I have to squint to look at you."

.WOW.

Goodbye Hunter, we'll miss you.

After receiving a call from Mary Joe, the staffing coordinator at Coachella asking us back this year, it has been decided that we are working the festival again. Well, let me rephrase that. He is working the festival because naturally, he loves working 15 hour days and tending to the every whim of belligerent rock stars. I, on the other hand, am ( Read more... )

"It is the unhappiness and discontent attendant on having too much leisure, too much choice, too little pain. And none of it is anything to do with you. Kindly stop indulging yourself, and go away."

You are the ocean
Your hands are crashing waves
That they flow over my body is a consequence
Not of who I am

But of where I am placed

(an exhumed artifact)
...sigh...