was, having spent all day returning from Helsinki, and having eaten decadent mac'n'cheese with Salamander and friends (and also happy hour mojitos), and having walked to the Wrangler to meet an already drunken Adam--boozed and in love with summer, coming from a symphony in the park, the sun under his skin, escaping through the happy crack of his ( Read more... )

We, the naturally hopeful ( Read more... )

TECH!!!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/6970031.stm

Das Denver Art Museum

Responding to this post"Not finding in aesthetic experience, which here is primary, the determined purpose or end from which we are cut off and which is found too far away, invisible or inaccessible, over there, we fold ourselves back towards the purpose of our Da-sein. This interior purpose is at our disposal, it is ours, ourselves, it calls us ( Read more... )

Who knew the Apocalypse would be so soft ( Read more... )

Strange, powerful emotions, having sorted old papers and photos. The collage of memories and images--many not my own--inspired a nostalgia for things as I remembered them, and weren't. Out of the pile a strange homesickness for a proximity of moments that never existed, experiences as immediately juxtaposed as their symbols. The vague, saddly ( Read more... )

Hey, could some of you Bostoners do me a favor while trying to read my mind? Go here: http://www.aias.org/forum/tours.html and tell me which are most interesting, from an architectural perspective ( Read more... )

...

You lovers, secure in one another, I ask you
about us. You hold each other. Have you assurances?
It sometimes happens that my hands
grow conscious of each other, or else my weary face
takes refuge in them. That gives me a slight
self-sensation. Yet who, from something so unwarranted,
would dare conclude, "I am"? You though, who keep ( Read more... )

Sonnets to Orpheus, Second Part, 13 ( Read more... )