May 2011
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Nice Going, Ace
I can’t think of a time when something wasn’t seriously wrong with me either physically or mentally. And that’s been a consistent source of humor. I get to be my own personal episode of the three stooges. It’s summer, which means I’m skateboarding a whole lot more. Lately, I’ve been heading out to a new skate park they poured last year at Chelsea Piers. It looks like it belongs in California. It’s...
May 28th
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Welcome Home
“Barcelona to New York City by way of Miami?” He sighs, reading his itinerary on the second to last day of his trip. “This is like going to visit Mars by way of the proctologist. I fucking hate Miami.” Customs and Immigration in Miami is a war of attrition, a cattle call, a clot of travelers numbering two hundred funneled through two doors. Ambient conversation is...
May 17th
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May 16th
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Third times’s a charm. Or something. And oh hey! Cars!
May 13th
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Bench ollie, second attempt. Reason number 2,345 to never skate in shorts.
May 13th
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Yeah. Time for a new hobby. Before I’m taking all my food through a straw.
May 13th
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May 11th
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Tu Perro Es un Pendejo, y Tu Eres Tambien
Every evening around six, he comes to the cafe with his dog, his Ducados and his newspaper. Perhaps sixty-five, he sits with a sigh and wraps the dog’s leash around the leg of his chair before ordering a cafe con leche and lighting up. The shaggy animal rests at his feet. They’re of a kind, these two, but the dog neither reads, smokes harsh Spanish cigarettes or drinks coffee. I...
May 10th
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An Existential Life: Art Lets Truth Originate →
fuckyeahexistentialism: “Truth, defined as event and conflict, is centered in the work of art which is also considered as an event and a conflict. Art, embodied in the work of art as its origin, lets truth originate because it is both the specific expressions of truth as well as the condition for the expression of truth….
May 9th
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May 9th
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May 9th
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Fotografias de Barcelona
1. Rental bicycles make a streak of red and white along Carrer de Diputacion and she’s waiting for him on the sidewalk. He wrestles one of the bikes off the rack, awkward and thinking, he hoists it up onto its rear wheel. While she waits, regal and patient, he maneuvers the bike with care around the bumper of a parked car and over to her. He climbs astride it but before he can set his...
May 9th
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May 8th
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May 8th
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May 8th
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Might be time to find a new hobby, Porter. Maybe needle point. Or writing? Wait… Ah, shit.
May 8th
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May 7th
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Five days after my arrival in Barcelona, I was finally able to retrieve my bag. Went immediately to a local skate shop and picked up a deck by a company called Jart. Nice piece of wood. This ledge is near El Colom, the marina and the base of Las Ramblas in Barcelona. The time is 6am. The sun was coming up over the city.
May 7th
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Laid Over
“Sir, you can’t sleep here.” He’s already had one eye on the man in blue with the walkie talkie who has now passed by twice and given him the eye. “So what’s next?” “The airport is closing, if you’ll follow me I take you through to immigration.” “You mean I have to clear security again and all that?” “Yeah....
May 2nd
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Familiar Ache
He didn’t know he was crying until a very poetic teardrop landed in the shallows of his whiskey glass. Time to make a decision, he thought, looking down at the tiny, already fading ripples in brown. A familiar ache was rising up inside him, towed along by his tears. Considering his glass, he considered the ache. “There’s no predicting you,” He said to it. “You come...
May 2nd
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