another day, another john cage quote

[Five years later, when Schoenberg asked me whether I would devote my life to music, I said, “Of course.” After I had been studying with him for two years, Schoenberg said, “In order to write music, you must have a feeling for harmony.” I explained to him that I had no feeling for harmony. He then said that I would always encounter an obstacle, that it would be as though I came to a wall through which I could not pass. I said, “In that case I will devote my life to beating my head against that wall.”]

happy first day of fall.  if anyone would be so kind as to airmail me a box of bartlett's apple cider donuts, i will gladly repay you in queso.

wildcat... wild.. cat

boat shoes

no, but i am dating one.  (he thought The Preppy Handbook was for real.)

(via)

see also: Trust Fund Babies, a southern mutation of the above.  predilections: salmon-colored polos, khaki shorts and flip flops, asteroid-sized college rings, helmet hair.  natural habitat: the gallant knight.

vintage umass

from the UMass Special Collections & University Archive

nine one

a girl in one of my classes, lo these many years ago, once told me that on the first day of the month it was good luck to wake up and say 'white rabbit'.  as i understood this, it had to be the first thing out of your mouth.  since then i've half-heartedly tried to remember to do it as the days creep towards the 30th, but if it does stick in my brain, that morning i will invariably drop my keys in a puddle or forget my carefully-packed lunch, and so i begin a new month with 'shit!'.  today was no different.

time lapse

[Money is like gasoline during a road trip. You don’t want to run out of gas on your trip, but you’re not doing a tour of gas stations. You have to pay attention to money, but it shouldn’t be about the money.]



- tim o'reilly

dogsitting...

this time, in a treehouse.  her name is maddie and she is better than the my previous charges times infinity.  true story (albeit a longish and strange one): we're from the same town.

waiting by the mail box

part of my 'inheritance' from my grandparents is a 1960's polaroid land camera, the kind that folds out like an accordian and uses the old peel-apart film. i was already chomping at the bit for it to arrive in the mail, but yesterday i found one of the new models at my favorite thrift store.  for three dollars.  so now i anxiously await the film i ordered to arrive so i can try this baby out.  in the relative cool of some morning i will embark on a photo hunt (not to be confused with the kind found at charlie's or other such establishments).

i know i've previously professed my love for poladroid, but just like a kindle will never replace a real book, making a digital image will never quite compare to holding (and blowing on) an instant photo.