January 30, 2009 § Leave a comment
An afternoon walk in the city. Looking out to wheat paste images, chants, and steps in step–one, two, one two. The message read, white on red. Out.
January 6, 2009 § Leave a comment
Are our conversations like stories in novels, “sit-coms”, or movies? Or are the words between people journalistic? TMZ, The New York Times, the local weekly. Just a blog-thought. How much of our conversations are “escapism”, of literary merit, a “romantic comedy”, “action”, or “Chick Flick”? Is talking about the weather equivalent to “veggying-out” in front of the 42 inch Plasma? Is it all venting and gossip to make one feel superior to others? Do we just want hear ourselves talk? Do we create the conflict, fear, adversity and happiness in our lives?