"Let us bring to daylight the impulses of midnight contemplation."
Images from trip to NYC and the Picasso Exhibit at MOMA.
Photos from Fine Arts New York City Trip (Complete Albums)
Complete Albums of the Individual Locations:
What the end of the year taught me about living deliberately.
So many moments of intimate conversation. The coffee shop had its distinctive smell. We sat at the usual table. Every night was the same. Sitting around with Ahmed and Justine and a rotating cast of people we know. I'd get back each night late, having a final the next day. Sometimes I just wanted free time after going all day, others I thought studying was in order. At the end of the year though all I wanted to do was to talk.
The other day I walked from the gallery I work at to lunch. I saw the attractive girl walking up. She was smoking a cigarette. I didn't look at her at first deliberately. Then we looked at eachother. Then we looked away quickly.
The tile mosaic floor spread out before me, it seemed like it was going on forever. In a few hours this place would lose its relaxing charm and become a mecca of youthful activity. During the day though it is calm and little frequented. We always sit against a wall, in a fake corner. I wasted entire days just talking.
when people ask me what my favorite band is, i have a hard time answering. i love cocorosie but explaining their style and how i listen to it is too difficult for a simple, shallow conversation. i also can’t answer with ‘the playlist whose title matches my mood’ because that’s too vague and precarious and never a nice thing to respond with. so i default to death cab for cutie. it’s weird hearing people’s opinions on them. sometimes they’ll laugh and remember how awesome and visceral those concerts were, or sometimes they’ll smile and breathe out a nostalgic “ohhhyeah!” and recall their older favorite songs.
it’s f-o-u-r and i’m humming songs about mariners like the birds outside. i’ve taken my placebo but the stress beat its ass and i’m now i’m just waiting for the sun to rise. in my head. i’m drawn to the water but even more to the fire; seen it been there done that. i’ll let it burnburnburn.
i stumbled and gasped. it felt good, like blood rushing to a scape; stinging and pulsing and alive. a little reminder of who. why. where we are.
i’m a native of the sea but i grew close to waterfire.
Standing at the edge of the world
The waves flowing over the side
Into impending nothingness.
Take one last breath.
We sailed away from the shoreline
Raised the anchor
Strove forth like valiant youth we were
And funny now how we are knocking on heaven's door.
Before the sail breaks!
Recordings in Order:
1. Dana Nolan and Valerie Stein Jamming on Guitar and Violin.
2. Cedric Ashley reading a poem.
3. Dana Nolan Screaming a poem accompanied by Valerie Stein on Violin
4. Jeremy Munro reading Bukowski
5. Tom Hickey reading a poem.
6 and 7. Valerie Stein on Violin