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Childhood’s End

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To experience commitment as the loss of options, a type of death, the death of childhood’s limitless possibility, of the flattery of choice without duress–this will happen, mark me. Childhood’s end. The first of many deaths.”

–David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

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January 29, 2013 at 12:23 am

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Me and Francine

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A typical day after work, sleeping on the couch with kitty.

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December 10, 2012 at 10:59 pm

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Mornings

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There is something so satisfying with early morning coffee and reading before the day starts.  Time then feels infinite and undisturbed.

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September 13, 2012 at 9:36 am

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38 – Omer Arbel

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I want beautiful things like this:

 

 

38 by Omer Abel from Canadian design firm Bocci.

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April 13, 2012 at 6:20 pm

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Gardening

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Spent today in the garden with Angela to plant the early seeds, stir the compost, and check out the lay of the land after six months of sort-of winter. Every year we expand the vegetable garden by a little. One day, maybe, it will be all vegetable garden.

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March 25, 2012 at 7:51 pm

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“My pictures are about a search for a moment, a perfect moment”

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Gregory Crewdson: Brief Encounters Trailer

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February 23, 2012 at 1:24 am

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Sarah Belknap and Joseph Belknap, Love from Afar

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“During the course of four weeks, we wore GPS devices that monitored our location. Each hour satellites pinpointed our positions during these four weeks and drawings were made after.”

week 2

week 4

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There is something in visualizing the daily interactions between lovers as dots spilled across an empty canvas that manages to capture the quiet moments of a relationship.  I feel like a voyeur, though. I find myself wondering what they are saying and doing every time the dots are close together, and wondering what they are feeling when the dots are far apart.

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February 11, 2012 at 11:03 am

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