October 2010
9 posts
Never considered myself a detective
…but this whole tumblr thing and trying to figure out who people are has been quite an interesting experience.
Take for example someone starting to follow you, with no clues given in either blog name or photo as to who they are - do you know this person in real life?
What ensues is a fun game of detective work to cruise through their posts, photos, songs etc for any reference to outside...
The mighty feijoa →
Having completed and submitted a job description this evening, after a day of volunteering at a camp for “problem teens”, I feel I have deserved the right to enjoy a generous tumblr (please do pardon the pun) of New Zealand’s own 42 Below Feijoa Vodka. And what, pray tell, I hear you ask, is a feijoa?? Look no further…
San Fran Emo
A smorgasboard of all things I desire I expect this city to deliver
Breathing, pulsing with an energy that has the seams of these old buildings fit to burst forth from every wise weathered crack I should be overwhelmed visually. aurally. I should be drinking from the unholy chalice of supposedly sinful art and a sense of belonging
But all I want, my dearest friend is to converse with you in...
Tofino Shores
just a silhouette on the Pacific Rim lunar liquid motion washes perpetual behind your form, contemplative yet sad as though you are considering the immense gap between the privilaged and the wretched and how no amount of well intentioned apoxy could ever mend that gap
you are beautiful
September 2010
3 posts
Decompression: Reflections on Burning Man
I first heard about Burning Man about three years ago. Some told me it was an arts and music festival in the desert. Others told me it was the party of a lifetime. Others said “I can’t explain. Just go”. Having been to a fair few music festivals in my time, I assumed it was one of the same, and wondered what the point was in having it in an unpleasant dusty desert environment where one gets easily...
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
Two of fifteen thousand
I bought a rose From a toothless Indian man On the verge of tears
Please help me Two dollars
Somebody said to me Looks like he got you No, I replied I got him
I gave an expensive fur coat To a haggard old hippie Named Storm Storm wanted to be a dancer Two brain surgeries later A life devoid of oral hygeine She now dances between pertpetual traffic And darkened pathways In the hidden spaces of...
