Saturday, July 30, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
“I am conscious of myself in exactly the same way now, at eighty-one, as I was conscious of myself, my ‘I,’ at five or six years of age. Consciousness is immovable. Due to this alone there is the movement which we call ‘time.’ If time moves on, then there must be something that stands still.”
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
for many years i believed that Kohl was invented by the Egyptians because of Elizabeth Taylor and her eyes in Cleopatra. but then i was told it was the Indians and i believed it after having seen Apur Sansa and the eyes of the beautiful girl apu marries.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
sick and tired, unable to sleep, having smoked for the first time in weeks, dalia was depressed. she didn't see anyway out and so she imagined herself invisible and when her husband walked in she didn't say a word about the letter she'd found and ignored him, hoping he'd go away. he didn't.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
an american photographer. born to a boston merchant. studied painting then moved to photography. he's said to be the first to demand that it be portrayed as an art. subject of predilection young boys.
in my opinion an under-appreciated master.
Boston July 8, 1864 - November 12, 1933
Saturday, February 26, 2011
we tend to think of obesity as a condition of our times along with anxiety and depression a side effect of the modern lifestyle. but there have always been heavy people, especially in the late 19th century when hardy meant healthy and meals were banquets for the rich of their times. jack however, was not of the gentry and so his weight was unusaul. in fact it was his mother's greatest pride that by feeding him a diet of cow's milk with a soup spoons of flower mixed in 8 times a day from his birth to his 3rd birthday she was able to get him up to a weight usually found in a 12-year-old at just 36 months.
ack was a healthy boy, fit as a fiddle, if somewhat capricious and prone to tantrums when hungry which quickly began to become almost all the time. it was one of these tantrums that led to his demise. his mother no longer able to keep his sated watched as he jumped the fence of Andre Johannson's pigsty one hungry afternoon God knows what he hpoed to acheive, eat a live pig? but in was the pigs that ate him. RIP.
Monday, February 21, 2011
i was going to say that it felt like we were never going to get old but that would be a lie because it didn't feel like anything except for a sensation of whirling... just a minute before we'd been complaining about the weather and how the sky was always gray and felt so heavy and how oppressive it was and then she leaned ever-so-slightly forward and our lips were touching and everything else, and i mean everything, dissolved into a mist of unimportance... by the time we broke apart again we were old and our children had left home and the garden was finally how i wanted it and all that was left was to wait...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
the next day i returned to the scene on my bike (i was too spooked to drive for days) and in the gray cloudy daylight i saw nothing. no evidence of the miracle i witnessed the night before. at first i was relieved and then disappointed but ultimately i realized that what was important was that i'd seen it at all (and managed to photograph it!)