Christopher just described being with me as looking at a 60,000 piece jigsaw puzzle that's 59,000 shades of white.
Maybe nobody has the will or patience to assemble such a thing.
And (most tragically) an unassembled jigsaw puzzle is just 60,000 pieces of irregularly shaped cardboard that serves no purpose.
Something I'll cringe to read one day.
A few months ago Daniel Lyynch added me to Facebook. We spoke a bit.
He died a few weeks ago, and now almost every time I log in to my account a little suggestion pops up that says 'reconnect with Daniel Lyynch! Send him a message.'
I wonder how long that will keep happening for.
An unrelated fragment of words that came into my head yesterday:
I loved a man I never met
Hungry for his pixels but choking on an empty inbox
Standing in a Brooklyn doorway on the phone to Chicago
I ached to never forget the boyishness of his late night voice
Of course by the time I couldnt summon it anymore
I didn't really care.
He died a few weeks ago, and now almost every time I log in to my account a little suggestion pops up that says 'reconnect with Daniel Lyynch! Send him a message.'
I wonder how long that will keep happening for.
An unrelated fragment of words that came into my head yesterday:
I loved a man I never met
Hungry for his pixels but choking on an empty inbox
Standing in a Brooklyn doorway on the phone to Chicago
I ached to never forget the boyishness of his late night voice
Of course by the time I couldnt summon it anymore
I didn't really care.
Something beautiful.
Wishlist...
*Gorillapod for my camera
*New tyres so I don't have a car accident and die
*Lola by Marc Jacobs eau de parfum / Michael Kors eau de parfum
*McSweeney's subscription
*Lobotomy
"There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time."
"Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty."
- Coco Chanel
*Gorillapod for my camera
*New tyres so I don't have a car accident and die
*Lola by Marc Jacobs eau de parfum / Michael Kors eau de parfum
*McSweeney's subscription
*Lobotomy
Photograph by Brigitte Lacombe
Ballerina entertaining Karl (courtesy of google)
Chanel paper hats (courtesy of google)
The woman herself (I'm not old enough to have taken this photo)
"I never wanted to weigh more heavily on a man than a bird."
"Dress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman."
"There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time."
"Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty."
"When I can no longer create anything, I'll be done for."
- Coco Chanel
Something to learn from.
If you just reversed their order and added a large pile of dog shit to the left this would be like one of those evolutionary diagrams.
- VICE Don't
- VICE Don't
There are so many things we can learn from this, but I'm going to go with some sartorial advice.
Men, please, if you're going to wear shorts, make sure they end above your knees.
For the love of all that is good and attractive.
Something old.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
artline 200 + styrofoam cup.
most of the time we are about to burst into flames.
we command our evenings with a glow.
we can not clap for your antics.
sometimes we are tired, and do not feel like shouting with our eyes.
the people we know are a house of mirrors.
the people we meet are easily fooled.
we do laugh when you dictate friendship in terms of top 8s.
we do wonder if it makes you proud.
we were probably pirates before you,
or dirt poets.
no, we will not make the same mistakes our parents made.
we will make completely new ones.
"I'm in love with illusion, so saw me in half."
- Jenny Lewis
artline 200 + styrofoam cup.
most of the time we are about to burst into flames.
we command our evenings with a glow.
we can not clap for your antics.
sometimes we are tired, and do not feel like shouting with our eyes.
the people we know are a house of mirrors.
the people we meet are easily fooled.
we do laugh when you dictate friendship in terms of top 8s.
we do wonder if it makes you proud.
we were probably pirates before you,
or dirt poets.
no, we will not make the same mistakes our parents made.
we will make completely new ones.
"I'm in love with illusion, so saw me in half."
- Jenny Lewis
Something blue.
Pain I can handle,
It's desire that kills.
I fear I may be on fire.
Something else blue:
It's desire that kills.
I fear I may be on fire.
Something else blue:
(not my image)
Something about Max.
One of the many ideas I have for a picture book centres around Max, a little boy I started looking after when he had just turned 3. He is now six, almost seven, and is on the autism spectrum. His first word was 'button' and at 18 months he could recite "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" word for word.
I want to write a story about him that does him justice, but is also an insight into the world of autism. Maybe too ambitious, I'm not sure. I don't know how to turn this amazing child into a twentysomething page anecdote.
I wrote this little blurb/list at least a year ago, and have got nowhere with my story. Would love some of your criticism, suggestions, ideas, praise, golden brain nuggets.
I want to write a story about him that does him justice, but is also an insight into the world of autism. Maybe too ambitious, I'm not sure. I don't know how to turn this amazing child into a twentysomething page anecdote.
I wrote this little blurb/list at least a year ago, and have got nowhere with my story. Would love some of your criticism, suggestions, ideas, praise, golden brain nuggets.
Max did not like pineapples. At the zoo, he avoided the porcupines. Every Tuesday, he would eat chicken, chips and tomato sauce for dinner. His favourite treat was gooey chocolate cake, and when he ate it he liked to shout "gooey chocolate cake" very loud. He loved the library but did not like to hear the microwave beep.
Max was not so fond of sunflowers, and sometimes when Mumma would check on him at 4:30am, Max was lying quietly awake, thinking. Max knew the names of a lot of planets and classical composers, but he wasn't sure yet how to tie his shoelaces. He like to find out how old people were and tell them how many years until they were a hundred, and how many body parts they had.
Sometimes when his little brother Leo played the piano, he covered his ears really hard with his hands. He did not like all the songs Leo knew how to play.
Something audiovisual.
Anyone who thinks John Mayer is a douche has never seen these.
Watch, and your life will be enriched.
Watch, and your life will be enriched.
Something I wrote, that I still like.
Friday, July 21, 2006
what i know at night
and i looked up at the sky
the rain fell like toothpicks on my face.
and the buildings stood, still, waiting in line next to me.
i have buried too many friends and not enough memories,
carried too many pens and not enough enemies,
but i listened to the paint peeling on the wet street
and it told me
blood is heavy and falls faster than water.
i lowered my head and leant on his shoulder and knew that
someone was right when they said
that the hands of the rain grow ever smaller as they seep into our skin.
"Got a mouth
insert the hook
reel us in
see you later
chain pulling man."
- Pinback
what i know at night
and i looked up at the sky
the rain fell like toothpicks on my face.
and the buildings stood, still, waiting in line next to me.
i have buried too many friends and not enough memories,
carried too many pens and not enough enemies,
but i listened to the paint peeling on the wet street
and it told me
blood is heavy and falls faster than water.
i lowered my head and leant on his shoulder and knew that
someone was right when they said
that the hands of the rain grow ever smaller as they seep into our skin.
"Got a mouth
insert the hook
reel us in
see you later
chain pulling man."
- Pinback
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