school's out for the winter

edward and jenny on our roof / manhattan 2.10




TODAY IS GREAT
SNOW IS GREAT
LUV U GLOBAL WARMING SEVERE STORMS
COME ON BEBE LETS FROLIC
AND THEN DRY OUR BOOTS BY THE RADIATOR
AND HAVE A NICE NIGHT IN YOU AND I ON THE LOVE SEAT.

oh god now i'm making animated gifs for fun like a hermit

jarvis yawns eternally @ the apartment



in addition to becoming one of those people who takes pictures of their cat i guess i've also become one of those people who makes GIF animations

gif + cat + elise = casualty of the internet

real post probably in 5 minutes
love elise

sometimes i want to live with these folks so i'll make more things

bonnie ken rishi & tambourine @ kent box, bklyn oct 2009


no but seriously i need to make more things
maybe i need more floor space
that means i have to leave manhattan (there are only closets left here in this borough)



OH WAIT and HAPPY HALLOWEEN

what is everybody being tonight?

by popular demand/complaint

cara & jarvis 10/09




so i've been getting some complaints about all my photos being from summer and none being from now

so

since i'm too broke to process my film

here are some bad digital photos of cara harassing our three footed four legged cat jarvis

i guess i'm turning into one of those people who takes pictures of cats

(NO NO NO NO)

climbing out the weekend

madaket, nantucket mass. july 2009

there's sand on you let me get it

madaket, nantucket MA july 2009


so i'm back from my one month leave which was so much quieter and so much more exciting than the new york city
things are loud and slow now
things are manhattan now
eighty degrees and the hot sun air puts me to sleep but i'm rested
i'll get back to the rhythm i promise.

summer began for me today

cara, visiting us from the district of columbia. manhattan june 2009




new york just you walk around and it insults you like you're nothing you're gonna die and then you're going to have to leave.




BUT THEN YOUR FRIENDS EMBRACE YOU

never have i ever

matt and sam, rose's web camera. oberlin oh. 3.2009.



ohio is keeping me up deeper into the morning than manhattan usually does.

the nearest 24 hour diner is a twenty minute ride away. the road looks like route nine. the restaurant looks like a Restaurant. the clock looks like it has bad news.

we woke up in the morning and went to the oberlin market, drank tea and sopped our sorry stomachs with bread that still had oven heat. gray sky came into the window. this town knows how to pull all my heartstrings, make me homesick for massachusetts-

three go-to towns for the night, for not-our-town.
parties with people you already know and mostly love.
bottle rockets
roofs
blades of grass snapping in half underfoot in the 4-am cold frost
five-person-cars.
all of us standing in the middle of an intersection because it's okay, because roads just turn to giant sidewalks after this town's bedtime.
big sad star sky.
sleepy loving saturday breakfast for lunch.

but most of all,

friends leaving one by one, every day a goodbye, okay, alright, be well, have a great time, catch your bus, there's always one leaving when there's more than one of us.

i guess i forgot that part of small town life, that people don't stay. they'll all come back, of course. oberlin's spring break is next week. but that doesn't keep oberlin from feeling like a stop on the way to somewhere. for better or for worse or for better. for everyone.

i will miss it. i already do. one of the most familiar and reliable talents of small towns, that longing

putt-putt

atlanta GA and myrtle beach SC, 2/09.



at mt. atlanticus mini goff[sic] in south carolina there is a wall of polaroids of people who have won a free lifetime of mt. atlanticus mini goff.

most aren't from south carolina, and most seem to be from Connecticut.

congratulations!

empty lot blues

manhattan, 12.16.08



it's looking like i left the city in a snowstorm and that's how i'll come back to it. i'm so busy with all of the dissatisfying events that come before moving. things that feel like they were for nothing because you just end up where you were before.

but wow will i miss new england. i already am. i can't even look at photographs i took a day ago.

home life is window light

home, 1.11.09



a summer's worth of tips, finally rolled and sleeping in the bank. one hour photo's machine broke, another day for photos from the right coast. every day this week has been a goodbye to a friend. the move-out countdown number is starting to get significant. always does, once you reach the single digits

stomachache

manhattan 11.23.08




full body stomachache is when i take the walks

it's one of those things where i only like other people who take walks
by themselves

7 a.m.

the apartment, december 2008.





you're calling so early in the morning, winter

after noon

annalise, washington square park, september 2008.

train life

somewhere between new york city and providence RI, october 2008






i am back and feigning organization. the pieces are falling together by chance and i'm enjoying the luck. it's almost scary; i'm not used to life feeling this good.

so i'm sorry it distracted me.

this is starting again! wish me luck?
welcome back to the day to day.

our gang decided we needed an easy exit

ithaca farmer's market, ithaca NY, 6/2008

water too cold to swim in

hidden access road, waquoit bay, massachusetts. 5/25/2008, 3:43 pm.



so sometimes when i throw my head back, it's like one part of my brain falls against another part, and for the tiniest, second-splitting moment it is as though i have the capability to reason out anything- and all of the strange parts about living and wondering suddenly fall to perfect clarity and reason, and my field of vision expands in all directions-

and for that tiny moment i reach perfect contentedness in everything, realizing something i'm sure that i need to realize, feeling gigantic and blanketing all questions and subjects with a "yes!"-

but it's almost as if it's badly spliced into the reels of the normal; that conclusion is cut off mid exclamation, without reaction, no effect, mid yell, half-word leaving my tired self crossing a crosswalk in manhattan or sitting limply in my car seat, burning in the sun.






when steven levy rediscovered albert einstein's brain, sleeping in pieces in mason jars,
when they put it all back together,
they realized he was missing an entire section, his parietal lobe filling in the cavern without hesitation and shooting shocks of mathematical brilliance everywhere- speech faltering, failing to asperger's.






so many of the people i'm close with have this too- that sudden knocking of brain-parts, that perfect communication, feeling in error, for an unintelligible second. i think that maybe it's ordinary, and that we're just putting in so much effort to find it-

and yet it comes up in odd places, odd days where i'll assume any thoughts will be buried under the damp haze of bad mood,
like yesterday, in the buzz of noontime cape cod, as without motion, my brain shocked and sparked me out of the hole i was in, and kept going, through the dinner at that badly lit new restaurant, through our wanderings into our friend's abandoned farm, past the frog that scared me into the oil black night field of uncut, gnarled christmas trees.

so,


THANK YOU CAPE COD, where the sky is ridiculous and blue and everything is made of only four colors, and the massachusetts that houses you.


and the good friends that massachusetts (and the world) houses.
(and the people who visited over 600 times in this photologue's first week alone, especially those who have given me feedback. thank you.)

sincerely.

friday night lamelight

upton, massachusetts. 5/22/2008, 4:15 pm.




last night was alright. but wow, you're an asshole.

the fun

williamsburg, brooklyn. april 2008





things are getting major. as in, major key.