14th April 2010

Photo

Funny how an ordinary photo evokes strong feelings because of whatever associations we project onto them. I clearly remember the day, my sister came to visit me in Philly for an early  b-day bash. Her timing was impeccable within days of her visit I was let go from the only steady job I had in Philly, I was crushed and terrified especially since I knew absolutely no one, had no family and the friends I had were not in the capacity to offer much help. For the first time I felt absolutely alone. Needless to say I did a fair amount of drinking and crying, sad tears and laughing tears followed by frustrated tears and tears of desperation. Fortunately I had my sister’s company and on her last day we walked to South Philly gorged on Sarcone’s chocolate biscottis, cheesesteaks, and nutella lattes from my favorite coffee shop in Philly. We grabbed a seat in the back, and the weekly paper and just enjoyed the moment. I happened to find a review for Ponyo and lamented the fact that I wouldn’t see the film with her, as it turned out I did watch the film with an equally enjoyable person. There was something about the late afternoon light; it felt so right as though I were the sole witness and beneficiary of its magical other worldliness.
The quality of light was enough to infuse meaning into the most banal or ordinary. It made me feel as though things would work out in the end. Much has changed since that summer, but the photo seems to bring me back to that one moment and I smile.

Funny how an ordinary photo evokes strong feelings because of whatever associations we project onto them. I clearly remember the day, my sister came to visit me in Philly for an early  b-day bash. Her timing was impeccable within days of her visit I was let go from the only steady job I had in Philly, I was crushed and terrified especially since I knew absolutely no one, had no family and the friends I had were not in the capacity to offer much help. For the first time I felt absolutely alone. Needless to say I did a fair amount of drinking and crying, sad tears and laughing tears followed by frustrated tears and tears of desperation. Fortunately I had my sister’s company and on her last day we walked to South Philly gorged on Sarcone’s chocolate biscottis, cheesesteaks, and nutella lattes from my favorite coffee shop in Philly. We grabbed a seat in the back, and the weekly paper and just enjoyed the moment. I happened to find a review for Ponyo and lamented the fact that I wouldn’t see the film with her, as it turned out I did watch the film with an equally enjoyable person. There was something about the late afternoon light; it felt so right as though I were the sole witness and beneficiary of its magical other worldliness.

The quality of light was enough to infuse meaning into the most banal or ordinary. It made me feel as though things would work out in the end. Much has changed since that summer, but the photo seems to bring me back to that one moment and I smile.

Tagged: I'm a wrestless bird but I am a good eggall things fuzzy and warmphiladelphianutella lattes float my boat

7th February 2010

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Blurred perceptions

Sake. Must procure some, if only to calm all thoughts. A blurred sense of perception. Yes that is the goal tonight. Beginning with Diller Scofidio + Renfro’s Blur Pavilion and ending in an emptied out sake bottle.

Tagged: I'm a wrestless bird but I am a good eggand a lushcalm? where are you?file under: visionarya class act

1st February 2010

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fractured dreams.

Sunday Night wind down:

SoHo. Full moon. Wine stained lips and flushed cheeks. Jim Jarmusch’s Down by Law. Godard’s Breathless. And the realization that it’s time to let go because maybe just maybe it was all just imagined. But what a sweet and lovely dream.

and finally a fitting quote to end the night:

“It’s a sad and beautiful world-buzz off!”

(taken from Down by Law)

Tagged: I'm a wrestless bird but I am a good eggtoo many regrets...head is spinning round and roundau revoir:(