One of the nice things about working in a bookstore is, obviously, looking through books. Photography books are especially nice to look through since the affect of their content is immediate and easier to process after a long work shift, and the right picture can be rather soothing. The trouble is that looking at the images on the Internet is far ( Read more... )

A violent man dies a violent death.

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What a cozy little city I have stepped into. Yesterday I watched the fog roll in over the trees in Buena Vista park. Three homeless men sat on a bench underneath the fog, yelling at passersby. Today is overcast--the kind where I never fully wake up--and I want to stay inside and read or watch a movie and drink hot chocolate or, better yet, chai ( Read more... )

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In three days I will be moving to San Francisco. I don't feel like I am moving. I feel like I am going on vacation, except the place I stay will happen to have all my stuff in it. I think living with my parents in the house I grew up in is making it harder to leave because I am comfortable here. Lately I have read from people who are on more of a ( Read more... )

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