Make it happen.

And we won't.

Saturday Scuffles.

There seemed to be a brawl on my car,
or against it.

Only street surveillance cameras
may know the truth.





iPhone evidence photos courtesy of
Mr. Golaw.

While you were calculating tears, my head expired.

For him,
it would always be
a 93% chance
of rainfall.

Be it downtown or way up in the air.

You desalinate me.

The coming of light.

I am in the process of
catching up.







Regularity can be
such
an achievement.



flickflick.

Twenty Ten.

Be always at war with your vices,
at peace with your neighbors,
and let each new year find you
a better man.


Franklin.





I have a good feeling about this year.


Cheers.

Without knowing how, or when, or from where.

It's been a while.





I guess one can say
life has been keeping me
pretty busy.








I used to apologize for every little thing I said or did, or hadn’t said or hadn’t done, or forgotten to say, etc.; I used to apologize for living. Now I’ve given it up — I mean, apologizing. Not living; I’ve only just started that.



Archibald Alexander Leach.
aka,
Cary Grant.

It's a fact.

People do things.
People don't do things.


Whatever.

Being good isn't always easy.

So,
you want to be a carpenter, do you?
Well, it takes more than a hammer, boy.









You're gonna need blueprints
and a will to build,
and...




Bavitz.

A working list of things I will never tell you.

There are certain words in the human language
that lack sincerity.

Especially
when those words
leave your mouth.




Art work by Victoria Buck.

When the missing got so big.

I find myself existing in memories.






Because some places are just more
beautiful than others.

Fact and Fiction.

The world is flat.
Pluto is a planet.
Everything is going to be okay.

On a night like this.

Feeling a sudden wave of vacancy go over me,
like a hotel being abandoned by it's guests
for an obvious reason.


Brautigan.

Cracking nuts.

It is that time of year guys.
The super glue and tape
are handy.









This is almost definitely
my last Nutcracker
with the Reno Dance Company.
If you are interested in seeing the show,
please let me know through a comment,
e-mail, instant message, text message,
phone call, letter, note in a bottle,
or maybe some "real life" conversation.

Growing older, but not growing up.

Signed my "petition for graduation" papers
a couple days ago.
One page asked what my plans are
for after graduation.






Fuck.



(the video: loop like crazy).