Nerman's

Hiding in crevices at Nerman's. A place that currently reminds me of the tower that Merlin is given in the Sword and the Stone. The one with leaks and drips and hosts an angry Archimedes.  In the 'art' and 'foreign languages' section there were multiple buckets and drapes of fabric. My day of semi-solitude prevails with correlating drip drip drips and floorboard creaks when the Keeper or I stir.

Rainy day writing with and about Lo. Espresso with a dearly sweet girl. I wish there were more like this.  Where I have the leisure to sit, drink merrily, converse and then watch through the windows at the world. Through my lens it looks grim & grey, yet containing life. A vivaciously still moment captured by chance. The rain won't bring me down. It's the most opportunistic  weather forecast, pour moi. I don't feel like I'm missing out on something if don't spend all day outside, or if I'm stuck at work. You can catch up on chores, with friends, and act all le mis about it. It's when time slows down enough to grasp hold of reality.

thoughts on aging beautifully

thoughts on aging beautifully:

a twist of charlotte gainsberg and a dash of zoe-d.

i wake up some mornings feeling 43

two snaps and i'm back

but i have to count my age

on my fingers, on my toes

then i run out

and POP

like a kernel in my brain

i remember i'm all that, plus 1

mon chambre.

cette est une espace personnel.

mon chambre; organisé et shuffled.

pour mon amour.

simply divine VS simplicity

(Leonard Cohen,  Saul Bellow, Sylvia Plath, Jack Kerouac,  Ayn Rand)

We have it made. Literally, if we want something we can have it done promptly. Usually in under an hour we can have something typed up (with no worries of grammatical errors because spellcheck will catch it for us), we can have a roll of film or "card" printed (even if there are 100's). Need I say more? In this hour we complain, whine, whatever. We're lucky to live in such an accessible and easy era. The list we could do is try to sustain some of these ways. 

I was getting filmed deveveloped in California this past winter, and I was getting teased:

"Why are you buying film, it'll all be gone in a couple years any ways. Five years tops. Waste of time to buy/ fix/ spend money on film. Especially when your shots don't turn out. Digital, they always turn out."

A complete stranger said that to me. A service representative-stranger to be exact. Guffawing as he gave his persuasive spiel, yet managing to be pleasant with a "matter-of-fact" tone.

I was nearly persuaded, except I don't have $1500 to buy me a nice SLR. Film'll do for now, thank you.

But the novelty and nobility of the act OF using film is what pushes me. I like not knowing what the prints look like. Not being able to edit them to perfection. They're raw, they're real. What do I want?

Juxtaposition between modernity and the "old days"; 

Typewriter VS. MacBook

pen ink VS two tone/ multicoloured inkjets

notebooks VS MSword

diGitAl VS film

simply divine VS  simplicity

more lo

she thinks about being "pretty" at 9 in the morning.

it's a tough thought.

but somebody's gotta do it.

excerpt

"He wanted to know more. He had felt her kiss once; her lips with an essence like the seal of an envelope. To know her, you had to be somebody. He wasn’t, and it was a fact clearer than the June sky that shone down on the day he met Lo."

galactic equations

My obsession with Simone Weil ensues.

on:

Galactic Equations