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>the alarmingly tall stack of newspapers and glossies [dailies and weeklies] slowly taking over our dining area would give a hint that i’m hopelessly addicted to periodicals. perhaps my habit is becoming excessive, a blackhole that steals away precious time that would otherwise be devoted to more worthwhile forays into russian literature or british poetry, … Continue reading →

>ears piqued by a cover of norah jones’ don’t know why by guitarist pat metheny on the jazz oasis on wers. the album slides neatly onto the ever-growing wishlist.

>yummy. last night i had the extreme privilege of indulging myself in fruit that d.m. brought back from his jaunts in arizona this weekend [instead of the chilly sunshine of cambridge]. smooth, firm, gelatinous skin, reddish green and perfectly shaped for the hand, the appearance of the outside belied the surprises that would await within. … Continue reading →

>i’ve just realized, with sad heart, that i havent been taking nearly as many photographs as i had in the past. destiny of inspiration roams. perhaps the delight of the digital image has become mere patina as i now reassure myself of the world through memory and visual perception alone. however, i fear i’m being … Continue reading →

>and all I can taste is this moment and all I can breathe is your life cause sooner or later it’s over i just don’t want to miss you tonight