life off the wall

pomplamoose and the velvety nataly dawn

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 14:53:09 -0400

saw this guy at my new garden job last week: THE tomato...

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 23:40:00 -0400

saw this guy at my new garden job last week:

THE tomato hornworm~ can eat your tomato plant in one night AND has the most perfectly cylindrical and extraordinarily ornate turds i have ever seen.

miss your moves

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 23:35:09 -0400

Patrick Swayze - Chippendale
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my old house in austin is gone! you were good to me! i will...

Wed, 04 Feb 2009 11:54:37 -0500

my old house in austin is gone! you were good to me! i will never forget you! sniff. (at least they kept the trees)

photo by keith lowry.

my new neighbor

Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:30:00 -0500

there is a seemingly homeless man who likes to wander around my block wearing an imposter of a robe- it actually does not function as a piece of clothing should. he must think he looks glamorous with it on, flapping in the wind, pretending that it actually covers his naked body underneath. boy did i get an eyeful last night as i moved my couch that i have not used since college into my new quarters. thank god i made my folks not throw away my ugly things. how weird is it to be going back to school sitting on my old dusty furniture (that used to be in my old house in austin recently torn down) in HOUSTON of all places! never in a million years would I have guessed this future. I struggle with the longing of faraway friends and northeastern energy but, it surprisingly feels really good right now to be here.

justjosef: Want. me too josef. that is amazing.

Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:16:58 -0500

justjosef:

Want.

me too josef. that is amazing.

studying abroad in texas

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:46:20 -0500

it is another country, no? i miss you new york, but you will have to come later for now. we can have one night (or weekend-week) stands from time to time. the passion will last longer that way. distance makes the heart grow fonder.

love, casey

study the ole espanol at CETLALIC

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 19:45:00 -0500

study the ole espanol at CETLALIC:

Cetlalic~ http://www.cetlalic.org.mx/ A progressive language immersion program in Cuernavaca, Mexico. I highly recommend it.

i smelled like a sweaty llama...

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 22:32:02 -0500

and my calves ached for days thereafter. damn the aztecs for placing those vistas hermosas in such high places.

lamb: Paola Pivi’s “Untitled (Donkey),” saw it once years ago...

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 22:26:49 -0500

lamb:

Paola Pivi’s “Untitled (Donkey),” saw it once years ago and have always felt like it summed up something.

navigation is for asses?

cuernavaca ahoy!

Sun, 30 Nov 2008 00:53:06 -0500

tomorrow i will be flying to dust off those spanish skills in cuernavaca, mexico. i come with gifts! hope my familia likes homemade banana bread and mouse cookies, otherwise i might be kicked onto the streets, peddling for pesos.

painting is hard (via cyancey)

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 12:42:33 -0500

painting is hard (via cyancey)

outside an art gallery in cheyenne, wyoming

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 14:53:00 -0500

outside an art gallery in cheyenne, wyoming

north carolina ~ virginia

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 22:39:59 -0500

north carolina ~ virginia:

The Layers

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 16:22:11 -0500

I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.

~ Stanley Kunitz ~

the newborn vote

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 14:54:00 -0500

I have a confession. I cannot vote. I cannot vote not because I am in the wrong state, not for lack of address (which is a ridiculous requirement in itself), or laziness. No, I cannot participate today because I had learned when I got back from traveling overseas, that my birthdate was incorrect on my registration card. Embarrassingly and most accidentally, I had put the year 2008. Ouch. It was too late to ammend the mistake. I tried everything to convince folks to let me vote. I wanted to race to the office, get on my knees, hands filled with social security card, birth certificate, driver’s license, & passport to prove that i was a living and breathing real citizen, and plead those poll guard dogs to let me vote for this election, but it was just not possible. It was too late.

So now as my last desperate attempt to vote passes by the hour, I am thinking, why not roll with my mistake? Why fight it? As a friend convinced me, being a newborn is an ideal voter, because I would see the world as if for the first time, that I would have very few preconceptions. Wow, a neutral law abiding citizen that has been left out in the cold, ripped of their freedom to choose, forgotton, abandoned even. I bet the candidates are kicking themselves now for not preaching to this large, voiceless, underrepresented, unbiased, and irresistibly cute demographic.

So, I reach out to all the slobbering, poop making, nursing, babbling babies out there. Write to your government. Fight for your right to vote.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have a pacifier to attend to.

farty fart's secret agenda

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 02:07:00 -0500

i learned from my space cowboy art instuctor in seabrook-nasa-land, texas, “to paint in the direction of growth”…and from my other chinese-tree-stump-pipe-smoking teacher when making plum trees, “to give people a hard feeling…” Woah, now back the truck up here buddy! Is this a painting lesson or are ya’ll trying to give me some weird sex education? ew.

Shanghai, China

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 20:29:18 -0400

Shanghai, China:

Dali, Yunnan Province, China

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 15:22:35 -0400

Dali, Yunnan Province, China:

Lijiang, Yunnan Province, China

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 14:44:32 -0400

Lijiang, Yunnan Province, China: