summerJets
Friday May 8th
work
The thousand-pound engine swings above my head, like a pendulum on a chain. If it fails I won’t take the time to notice. I lie on the ground, my hair in the oil. My gloves are gone, my nails are dark with ancient grease. The cool floor pushes up with an equal, opposite force to that old yellow machine’s weight. The air is hot, humid, palpable with sand. I’m a reptile absorbing energy, my red, freckled skin attempts to photosynthesize. Patiently waiting for the tools as a surgeon waiting to attach a patient’s heart, all I can think is how strange the ceiling must find this picture, the heartless forklift with feet, attempting to run with legs balancing the torque of a bolt. All this weight moves with no more than a wrench.
Thursday May 7th
"
I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.
| — | Mohandas Gandhi |
Tuesday May 5th
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
played
Gregory And The Hawk - Boats & Birds (via the musically sophisticated xulilux)
Tuesday May 5th
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
played
Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band - Slowly (oh so slowly)
Tuesday May 5th
Echinopsis chamaelobivia x lobivia ‘rose quartz’
I’m new to succulents (birthday present), this was quite the surprise.
Monday May 4th
The Meaning Of Life
Sunday May 3rd
"
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.
| — | Walden, Henry David Thoreau (via xulilux) |
