less militant guile.

Life is, and will be.

With whose breath do we contend but our own?

Sheepish, and blistering.

Disquieted, and sanctimonious.

XX: fin.

I am death,

I am light,

I am fervor,

I am relent.

.

This is the conclusion of a three years’ war.
An abbreviated documentation of two months spent, 4,351 miles crossed, with the aid of only a tripod.
A response to the contention of whether to jar the wind or to lavish its passing by.
A lone sojourn from West Virginia, to Virginia, Missouri, Texas, Missouri again, Colorado, and eventually returning to Arizona- driving no less than twelve hours each stint.

A great plenty was not recorded though, choosing existence free of taxation. For this war had wrought my countenance tattered; ill-suited to keep in place these birds’ bones, and reddened thistles. What does remain though, is a bit of my time spent in my hometown of Sterling Virginia, to my few days staying with friends in San Antonio, Texas, to my month-long stay with my breathtakingly creative grandparents in St. Louis, Missouri (Wherein I had chosen to do more filming given the greater timespan).
and finally, a bit of the drive home.

It is an impossibility for me to truly express to all those- on film and those not, how greatly they have healed me. And though I may never be able to fully do so, I would still like to say with the deepest appreciation, free of pomp and ornament, in the sincerest form of humanity: thank you. To all those who provided me a place to lay my head, to the new friends and the old, to all those who taught me how to breathe again: thank you. Thank you for being so kind.

It is honest, and tattered. It is heartfelt and inconclusive. It is the exact representation of the emotion and mental state by which it was made. I have never been so entirely proud of something i’ve created. This is the start of something wonderful.

Q

britteryikes asked:

Hey, I hope all is well. I've missed your posts.

A

Thank you, very much. It means a great deal. I’ll be back soon, just awaiting some equipment to finish up some things.

Today,

I decided to take a break from my tumblr hiatus to make a post documenting my pure, unabated euphoria at the news of the now defunct Apart deciding to at tantalizingly long last post what was to become their final release: A Bright And Clever Hell

Pure.

Elation.

I am still however, immensely grieved at missing the opportunity to see them play with Dioanea, in Jersey. My God. That would’ve been even better than UØ’s finale in Jannus Landing. 

Soooooo Goooooooddddddddd.

If only I could get my T-shirt.

Anyway, back to my hole for a short while.

Hey.

Wherefrom an ebb, 

Gazing brightly at the statutes of men, by God,

Backlit by the happenstance sunbathing, those monoliths,

My hands begin to wither, my fingers recede in form,

and I heave, and I bellow,

My own decrees listing and weathered,

Tattered, and premature,

Much like palms full of ocean.

10.5
Wafels & Dinges
Clinton St. Baking Company
Serendipity 3
View from East River State Park @ Brooklyn Flea Record Fair
I managed to sneak my way into Clinton St Baking Company about 45 minutes before they closed. Immediately being sat at the bar (the perks of dining by oneself), the barkeeper noted that the pancakes were so delicious, lines would wrap around the block daily; the amount of people having to be rejected at the door solidifying her point. Hence, I opted for the simple pancakes with maple butter and house rosemary sausage. Those were literally the most gratifying fluffy pancakes it has ever been my pleasure to enjoy. Yes, I make an actual distinction between thinner (more-crepe like; crunchier, more texture) pancakes, to the fluffier (airy, almost spongy) ones. I’ve long been a self-proclaimed pancake enthusiast and believe them to provide testimony to the fact that we were in fact created by a sovereign being who desires our lives to have joy: by the the almighty pancake alone, I stake this claim. Every bite of these pancakes were an exploration into the varied means by which food serves as a channel for divine euphoria. The sausage too, was ridiculously savory, as was the orange juice- a perfect pairing. This was New York.
.
Wafels & Dinges was a real letdown for me, though. Now, I came in with the intent of the attempting to judge in the fairest manner, (despite their having to follow a meal that can only be described as a spiritual awakening). I’ve been long on the search for the best waffle in New York, and though I knew this establishment to be a link in a chain, it had received critical claim on most food websites (I know, I know, but food critic websites are sadly all I had to go off of). At first step inward, one is assaulted by the cacophony of smells, be it the burned oil, or the smell of burnt waffle remainders, it was not appetite-inducing. The waffle itself was gummy, and tasted of a burned waffle iron, with the nuances of whatever had lingered on the waffle iron before it; but I guess that’s what’s to be expected at a chain.
.
Next up, thanks to Geoff Rickly’s twitter, I found out the Brooklyn Flea Record Fair was in town- and it was fantastic. It was so nice seeing dozens of people legitimately interested in records as opposed to riding the emo-revival train. I arrived only half an hour before closing which didn’t leave much time to peruse, but I did stumble upon a stand that was offering $0.10 per record, and if you could fill a box, you could have them all for $10.00, (those boxes each fit 100 records, by the way). I did see Ghostly’s tent, and a really cool minimal wave tent, but I didn’t plan on spending $25.00 for vinyl, so I bought 10/$1 that i’ll end up using as gag gifts (i.e. The Nutty Professor, Fat Joe, etc). I then watched the sunset at the park and deeply contemplated life while taking some obligatory shots over the river. It was nice seeing all the families and runners pass by. I think I would really enjoy living in Williamsburg. Bear and my dog and her cat would enjoy it there. I hope to take them back, soon.
.
After that, I went to JOYA to get Thai food. Literally the only thing I have to say about that was that the pad thai they served was the worst Pad Thai i’ve had in what remains of these memory banks..
Lastly, I desired dessert, so I headed to Serendipity on the premise that ‘Oprah said it was good once’. I had imagined in my mind some sort of quick in/out cafe sort of thing, but to my dismay the man in front coerced me into sitting at a small table near the kitchen, surrounded by hobknockers and business type. The Frrrozen (I hope that’s the correct amount of R’s), hot chocolate was delicious, and I truly enjoyed it, but I wondered how this made its way onto Oprah’s favorite things list. Maybe Gale threatened to stab Steadman or something because of her ties to the owner or something less weird.
.
Lovely day.
.
I’m really really tired so my writing is probably deplorable or something. 10.5
Wafels & Dinges
Clinton St. Baking Company
Serendipity 3
View from East River State Park @ Brooklyn Flea Record Fair
I managed to sneak my way into Clinton St Baking Company about 45 minutes before they closed. Immediately being sat at the bar (the perks of dining by oneself), the barkeeper noted that the pancakes were so delicious, lines would wrap around the block daily; the amount of people having to be rejected at the door solidifying her point. Hence, I opted for the simple pancakes with maple butter and house rosemary sausage. Those were literally the most gratifying fluffy pancakes it has ever been my pleasure to enjoy. Yes, I make an actual distinction between thinner (more-crepe like; crunchier, more texture) pancakes, to the fluffier (airy, almost spongy) ones. I’ve long been a self-proclaimed pancake enthusiast and believe them to provide testimony to the fact that we were in fact created by a sovereign being who desires our lives to have joy: by the the almighty pancake alone, I stake this claim. Every bite of these pancakes were an exploration into the varied means by which food serves as a channel for divine euphoria. The sausage too, was ridiculously savory, as was the orange juice- a perfect pairing. This was New York.
.
Wafels & Dinges was a real letdown for me, though. Now, I came in with the intent of the attempting to judge in the fairest manner, (despite their having to follow a meal that can only be described as a spiritual awakening). I’ve been long on the search for the best waffle in New York, and though I knew this establishment to be a link in a chain, it had received critical claim on most food websites (I know, I know, but food critic websites are sadly all I had to go off of). At first step inward, one is assaulted by the cacophony of smells, be it the burned oil, or the smell of burnt waffle remainders, it was not appetite-inducing. The waffle itself was gummy, and tasted of a burned waffle iron, with the nuances of whatever had lingered on the waffle iron before it; but I guess that’s what’s to be expected at a chain.
.
Next up, thanks to Geoff Rickly’s twitter, I found out the Brooklyn Flea Record Fair was in town- and it was fantastic. It was so nice seeing dozens of people legitimately interested in records as opposed to riding the emo-revival train. I arrived only half an hour before closing which didn’t leave much time to peruse, but I did stumble upon a stand that was offering $0.10 per record, and if you could fill a box, you could have them all for $10.00, (those boxes each fit 100 records, by the way). I did see Ghostly’s tent, and a really cool minimal wave tent, but I didn’t plan on spending $25.00 for vinyl, so I bought 10/$1 that i’ll end up using as gag gifts (i.e. The Nutty Professor, Fat Joe, etc). I then watched the sunset at the park and deeply contemplated life while taking some obligatory shots over the river. It was nice seeing all the families and runners pass by. I think I would really enjoy living in Williamsburg. Bear and my dog and her cat would enjoy it there. I hope to take them back, soon.
.
After that, I went to JOYA to get Thai food. Literally the only thing I have to say about that was that the pad thai they served was the worst Pad Thai i’ve had in what remains of these memory banks..
Lastly, I desired dessert, so I headed to Serendipity on the premise that ‘Oprah said it was good once’. I had imagined in my mind some sort of quick in/out cafe sort of thing, but to my dismay the man in front coerced me into sitting at a small table near the kitchen, surrounded by hobknockers and business type. The Frrrozen (I hope that’s the correct amount of R’s), hot chocolate was delicious, and I truly enjoyed it, but I wondered how this made its way onto Oprah’s favorite things list. Maybe Gale threatened to stab Steadman or something because of her ties to the owner or something less weird.
.
Lovely day.
.
I’m really really tired so my writing is probably deplorable or something. 10.5
Wafels & Dinges
Clinton St. Baking Company
Serendipity 3
View from East River State Park @ Brooklyn Flea Record Fair
I managed to sneak my way into Clinton St Baking Company about 45 minutes before they closed. Immediately being sat at the bar (the perks of dining by oneself), the barkeeper noted that the pancakes were so delicious, lines would wrap around the block daily; the amount of people having to be rejected at the door solidifying her point. Hence, I opted for the simple pancakes with maple butter and house rosemary sausage. Those were literally the most gratifying fluffy pancakes it has ever been my pleasure to enjoy. Yes, I make an actual distinction between thinner (more-crepe like; crunchier, more texture) pancakes, to the fluffier (airy, almost spongy) ones. I’ve long been a self-proclaimed pancake enthusiast and believe them to provide testimony to the fact that we were in fact created by a sovereign being who desires our lives to have joy: by the the almighty pancake alone, I stake this claim. Every bite of these pancakes were an exploration into the varied means by which food serves as a channel for divine euphoria. The sausage too, was ridiculously savory, as was the orange juice- a perfect pairing. This was New York.
.
Wafels & Dinges was a real letdown for me, though. Now, I came in with the intent of the attempting to judge in the fairest manner, (despite their having to follow a meal that can only be described as a spiritual awakening). I’ve been long on the search for the best waffle in New York, and though I knew this establishment to be a link in a chain, it had received critical claim on most food websites (I know, I know, but food critic websites are sadly all I had to go off of). At first step inward, one is assaulted by the cacophony of smells, be it the burned oil, or the smell of burnt waffle remainders, it was not appetite-inducing. The waffle itself was gummy, and tasted of a burned waffle iron, with the nuances of whatever had lingered on the waffle iron before it; but I guess that’s what’s to be expected at a chain.
.
Next up, thanks to Geoff Rickly’s twitter, I found out the Brooklyn Flea Record Fair was in town- and it was fantastic. It was so nice seeing dozens of people legitimately interested in records as opposed to riding the emo-revival train. I arrived only half an hour before closing which didn’t leave much time to peruse, but I did stumble upon a stand that was offering $0.10 per record, and if you could fill a box, you could have them all for $10.00, (those boxes each fit 100 records, by the way). I did see Ghostly’s tent, and a really cool minimal wave tent, but I didn’t plan on spending $25.00 for vinyl, so I bought 10/$1 that i’ll end up using as gag gifts (i.e. The Nutty Professor, Fat Joe, etc). I then watched the sunset at the park and deeply contemplated life while taking some obligatory shots over the river. It was nice seeing all the families and runners pass by. I think I would really enjoy living in Williamsburg. Bear and my dog and her cat would enjoy it there. I hope to take them back, soon.
.
After that, I went to JOYA to get Thai food. Literally the only thing I have to say about that was that the pad thai they served was the worst Pad Thai i’ve had in what remains of these memory banks..
Lastly, I desired dessert, so I headed to Serendipity on the premise that ‘Oprah said it was good once’. I had imagined in my mind some sort of quick in/out cafe sort of thing, but to my dismay the man in front coerced me into sitting at a small table near the kitchen, surrounded by hobknockers and business type. The Frrrozen (I hope that’s the correct amount of R’s), hot chocolate was delicious, and I truly enjoyed it, but I wondered how this made its way onto Oprah’s favorite things list. Maybe Gale threatened to stab Steadman or something because of her ties to the owner or something less weird.
.
Lovely day.
.
I’m really really tired so my writing is probably deplorable or something. 10.5
Wafels & Dinges
Clinton St. Baking Company
Serendipity 3
View from East River State Park @ Brooklyn Flea Record Fair
I managed to sneak my way into Clinton St Baking Company about 45 minutes before they closed. Immediately being sat at the bar (the perks of dining by oneself), the barkeeper noted that the pancakes were so delicious, lines would wrap around the block daily; the amount of people having to be rejected at the door solidifying her point. Hence, I opted for the simple pancakes with maple butter and house rosemary sausage. Those were literally the most gratifying fluffy pancakes it has ever been my pleasure to enjoy. Yes, I make an actual distinction between thinner (more-crepe like; crunchier, more texture) pancakes, to the fluffier (airy, almost spongy) ones. I’ve long been a self-proclaimed pancake enthusiast and believe them to provide testimony to the fact that we were in fact created by a sovereign being who desires our lives to have joy: by the the almighty pancake alone, I stake this claim. Every bite of these pancakes were an exploration into the varied means by which food serves as a channel for divine euphoria. The sausage too, was ridiculously savory, as was the orange juice- a perfect pairing. This was New York.
.
Wafels & Dinges was a real letdown for me, though. Now, I came in with the intent of the attempting to judge in the fairest manner, (despite their having to follow a meal that can only be described as a spiritual awakening). I’ve been long on the search for the best waffle in New York, and though I knew this establishment to be a link in a chain, it had received critical claim on most food websites (I know, I know, but food critic websites are sadly all I had to go off of). At first step inward, one is assaulted by the cacophony of smells, be it the burned oil, or the smell of burnt waffle remainders, it was not appetite-inducing. The waffle itself was gummy, and tasted of a burned waffle iron, with the nuances of whatever had lingered on the waffle iron before it; but I guess that’s what’s to be expected at a chain.
.
Next up, thanks to Geoff Rickly’s twitter, I found out the Brooklyn Flea Record Fair was in town- and it was fantastic. It was so nice seeing dozens of people legitimately interested in records as opposed to riding the emo-revival train. I arrived only half an hour before closing which didn’t leave much time to peruse, but I did stumble upon a stand that was offering $0.10 per record, and if you could fill a box, you could have them all for $10.00, (those boxes each fit 100 records, by the way). I did see Ghostly’s tent, and a really cool minimal wave tent, but I didn’t plan on spending $25.00 for vinyl, so I bought 10/$1 that i’ll end up using as gag gifts (i.e. The Nutty Professor, Fat Joe, etc). I then watched the sunset at the park and deeply contemplated life while taking some obligatory shots over the river. It was nice seeing all the families and runners pass by. I think I would really enjoy living in Williamsburg. Bear and my dog and her cat would enjoy it there. I hope to take them back, soon.
.
After that, I went to JOYA to get Thai food. Literally the only thing I have to say about that was that the pad thai they served was the worst Pad Thai i’ve had in what remains of these memory banks..
Lastly, I desired dessert, so I headed to Serendipity on the premise that ‘Oprah said it was good once’. I had imagined in my mind some sort of quick in/out cafe sort of thing, but to my dismay the man in front coerced me into sitting at a small table near the kitchen, surrounded by hobknockers and business type. The Frrrozen (I hope that’s the correct amount of R’s), hot chocolate was delicious, and I truly enjoyed it, but I wondered how this made its way onto Oprah’s favorite things list. Maybe Gale threatened to stab Steadman or something because of her ties to the owner or something less weird.
.
Lovely day.
.
I’m really really tired so my writing is probably deplorable or something. 10.5
Wafels & Dinges
Clinton St. Baking Company
Serendipity 3
View from East River State Park @ Brooklyn Flea Record Fair
I managed to sneak my way into Clinton St Baking Company about 45 minutes before they closed. Immediately being sat at the bar (the perks of dining by oneself), the barkeeper noted that the pancakes were so delicious, lines would wrap around the block daily; the amount of people having to be rejected at the door solidifying her point. Hence, I opted for the simple pancakes with maple butter and house rosemary sausage. Those were literally the most gratifying fluffy pancakes it has ever been my pleasure to enjoy. Yes, I make an actual distinction between thinner (more-crepe like; crunchier, more texture) pancakes, to the fluffier (airy, almost spongy) ones. I’ve long been a self-proclaimed pancake enthusiast and believe them to provide testimony to the fact that we were in fact created by a sovereign being who desires our lives to have joy: by the the almighty pancake alone, I stake this claim. Every bite of these pancakes were an exploration into the varied means by which food serves as a channel for divine euphoria. The sausage too, was ridiculously savory, as was the orange juice- a perfect pairing. This was New York.
.
Wafels & Dinges was a real letdown for me, though. Now, I came in with the intent of the attempting to judge in the fairest manner, (despite their having to follow a meal that can only be described as a spiritual awakening). I’ve been long on the search for the best waffle in New York, and though I knew this establishment to be a link in a chain, it had received critical claim on most food websites (I know, I know, but food critic websites are sadly all I had to go off of). At first step inward, one is assaulted by the cacophony of smells, be it the burned oil, or the smell of burnt waffle remainders, it was not appetite-inducing. The waffle itself was gummy, and tasted of a burned waffle iron, with the nuances of whatever had lingered on the waffle iron before it; but I guess that’s what’s to be expected at a chain.
.
Next up, thanks to Geoff Rickly’s twitter, I found out the Brooklyn Flea Record Fair was in town- and it was fantastic. It was so nice seeing dozens of people legitimately interested in records as opposed to riding the emo-revival train. I arrived only half an hour before closing which didn’t leave much time to peruse, but I did stumble upon a stand that was offering $0.10 per record, and if you could fill a box, you could have them all for $10.00, (those boxes each fit 100 records, by the way). I did see Ghostly’s tent, and a really cool minimal wave tent, but I didn’t plan on spending $25.00 for vinyl, so I bought 10/$1 that i’ll end up using as gag gifts (i.e. The Nutty Professor, Fat Joe, etc). I then watched the sunset at the park and deeply contemplated life while taking some obligatory shots over the river. It was nice seeing all the families and runners pass by. I think I would really enjoy living in Williamsburg. Bear and my dog and her cat would enjoy it there. I hope to take them back, soon.
.
After that, I went to JOYA to get Thai food. Literally the only thing I have to say about that was that the pad thai they served was the worst Pad Thai i’ve had in what remains of these memory banks..
Lastly, I desired dessert, so I headed to Serendipity on the premise that ‘Oprah said it was good once’. I had imagined in my mind some sort of quick in/out cafe sort of thing, but to my dismay the man in front coerced me into sitting at a small table near the kitchen, surrounded by hobknockers and business type. The Frrrozen (I hope that’s the correct amount of R’s), hot chocolate was delicious, and I truly enjoyed it, but I wondered how this made its way onto Oprah’s favorite things list. Maybe Gale threatened to stab Steadman or something because of her ties to the owner or something less weird.
.
Lovely day.
.
I’m really really tired so my writing is probably deplorable or something. 10.5
Wafels & Dinges
Clinton St. Baking Company
Serendipity 3
View from East River State Park @ Brooklyn Flea Record Fair
I managed to sneak my way into Clinton St Baking Company about 45 minutes before they closed. Immediately being sat at the bar (the perks of dining by oneself), the barkeeper noted that the pancakes were so delicious, lines would wrap around the block daily; the amount of people having to be rejected at the door solidifying her point. Hence, I opted for the simple pancakes with maple butter and house rosemary sausage. Those were literally the most gratifying fluffy pancakes it has ever been my pleasure to enjoy. Yes, I make an actual distinction between thinner (more-crepe like; crunchier, more texture) pancakes, to the fluffier (airy, almost spongy) ones. I’ve long been a self-proclaimed pancake enthusiast and believe them to provide testimony to the fact that we were in fact created by a sovereign being who desires our lives to have joy: by the the almighty pancake alone, I stake this claim. Every bite of these pancakes were an exploration into the varied means by which food serves as a channel for divine euphoria. The sausage too, was ridiculously savory, as was the orange juice- a perfect pairing. This was New York.
.
Wafels & Dinges was a real letdown for me, though. Now, I came in with the intent of the attempting to judge in the fairest manner, (despite their having to follow a meal that can only be described as a spiritual awakening). I’ve been long on the search for the best waffle in New York, and though I knew this establishment to be a link in a chain, it had received critical claim on most food websites (I know, I know, but food critic websites are sadly all I had to go off of). At first step inward, one is assaulted by the cacophony of smells, be it the burned oil, or the smell of burnt waffle remainders, it was not appetite-inducing. The waffle itself was gummy, and tasted of a burned waffle iron, with the nuances of whatever had lingered on the waffle iron before it; but I guess that’s what’s to be expected at a chain.
.
Next up, thanks to Geoff Rickly’s twitter, I found out the Brooklyn Flea Record Fair was in town- and it was fantastic. It was so nice seeing dozens of people legitimately interested in records as opposed to riding the emo-revival train. I arrived only half an hour before closing which didn’t leave much time to peruse, but I did stumble upon a stand that was offering $0.10 per record, and if you could fill a box, you could have them all for $10.00, (those boxes each fit 100 records, by the way). I did see Ghostly’s tent, and a really cool minimal wave tent, but I didn’t plan on spending $25.00 for vinyl, so I bought 10/$1 that i’ll end up using as gag gifts (i.e. The Nutty Professor, Fat Joe, etc). I then watched the sunset at the park and deeply contemplated life while taking some obligatory shots over the river. It was nice seeing all the families and runners pass by. I think I would really enjoy living in Williamsburg. Bear and my dog and her cat would enjoy it there. I hope to take them back, soon.
.
After that, I went to JOYA to get Thai food. Literally the only thing I have to say about that was that the pad thai they served was the worst Pad Thai i’ve had in what remains of these memory banks..
Lastly, I desired dessert, so I headed to Serendipity on the premise that ‘Oprah said it was good once’. I had imagined in my mind some sort of quick in/out cafe sort of thing, but to my dismay the man in front coerced me into sitting at a small table near the kitchen, surrounded by hobknockers and business type. The Frrrozen (I hope that’s the correct amount of R’s), hot chocolate was delicious, and I truly enjoyed it, but I wondered how this made its way onto Oprah’s favorite things list. Maybe Gale threatened to stab Steadman or something because of her ties to the owner or something less weird.
.
Lovely day.
.
I’m really really tired so my writing is probably deplorable or something.

10.5

Wafels & Dinges

Clinton St. Baking Company

Serendipity 3

View from East River State Park @ Brooklyn Flea Record Fair

I managed to sneak my way into Clinton St Baking Company about 45 minutes before they closed. Immediately being sat at the bar (the perks of dining by oneself), the barkeeper noted that the pancakes were so delicious, lines would wrap around the block daily; the amount of people having to be rejected at the door solidifying her point. Hence, I opted for the simple pancakes with maple butter and house rosemary sausage. Those were literally the most gratifying fluffy pancakes it has ever been my pleasure to enjoy. Yes, I make an actual distinction between thinner (more-crepe like; crunchier, more texture) pancakes, to the fluffier (airy, almost spongy) ones. I’ve long been a self-proclaimed pancake enthusiast and believe them to provide testimony to the fact that we were in fact created by a sovereign being who desires our lives to have joy: by the the almighty pancake alone, I stake this claim. Every bite of these pancakes were an exploration into the varied means by which food serves as a channel for divine euphoria. The sausage too, was ridiculously savory, as was the orange juice- a perfect pairing. This was New York.

.

Wafels & Dinges was a real letdown for me, though. Now, I came in with the intent of the attempting to judge in the fairest manner, (despite their having to follow a meal that can only be described as a spiritual awakening). I’ve been long on the search for the best waffle in New York, and though I knew this establishment to be a link in a chain, it had received critical claim on most food websites (I know, I know, but food critic websites are sadly all I had to go off of). At first step inward, one is assaulted by the cacophony of smells, be it the burned oil, or the smell of burnt waffle remainders, it was not appetite-inducing. The waffle itself was gummy, and tasted of a burned waffle iron, with the nuances of whatever had lingered on the waffle iron before it; but I guess that’s what’s to be expected at a chain.

.

Next up, thanks to Geoff Rickly’s twitter, I found out the Brooklyn Flea Record Fair was in town- and it was fantastic. It was so nice seeing dozens of people legitimately interested in records as opposed to riding the emo-revival train. I arrived only half an hour before closing which didn’t leave much time to peruse, but I did stumble upon a stand that was offering $0.10 per record, and if you could fill a box, you could have them all for $10.00, (those boxes each fit 100 records, by the way). I did see Ghostly’s tent, and a really cool minimal wave tent, but I didn’t plan on spending $25.00 for vinyl, so I bought 10/$1 that i’ll end up using as gag gifts (i.e. The Nutty Professor, Fat Joe, etc). I then watched the sunset at the park and deeply contemplated life while taking some obligatory shots over the river. It was nice seeing all the families and runners pass by. I think I would really enjoy living in Williamsburg. Bear and my dog and her cat would enjoy it there. I hope to take them back, soon.

.

After that, I went to JOYA to get Thai food. Literally the only thing I have to say about that was that the pad thai they served was the worst Pad Thai i’ve had in what remains of these memory banks.
.

Lastly, I desired dessert, so I headed to Serendipity on the premise that ‘Oprah said it was good once’. I had imagined in my mind some sort of quick in/out cafe sort of thing, but to my dismay the man in front coerced me into sitting at a small table near the kitchen, surrounded by hobknockers and business type. The Frrrozen (I hope that’s the correct amount of R’s), hot chocolate was delicious, and I truly enjoyed it, but I wondered how this made its way onto Oprah’s favorite things list. Maybe Gale threatened to stab Steadman or something because of her ties to the owner or something less weird.

.

Lovely day.

.

I’m really really tired so my writing is probably deplorable or something.

That artwork is grotesque.

But this goes hard, I’ll tell you h’what.

FFO: Crystal Castles.