While i was out in Santa Cruz last month, i saw this sign and took a picture. Traffic signs are already photogenic as they are. But traffic signs with a torn off sticker have a bucolic (!) charm i can't even begin to describe. This was one of those.
Paul Auster's eyes. I drew them fast, but resolutely. It prompted me to re-read passages of The Locked Room (out of his New York Trilogy) last night, in which the narrator states: "By belonging to Sophie, i began to feel as though i belonged to everyone else as well. My true place in the world, it turned out, was somewhere beyond myself, and if that place was inside me, it was also unlocatable. This was the tiny hole between self and not-self, and for the first time in my life i saw this nowhere as the exact center of the world".
Renate's determination to knock down all EDM challenges in order (with amazing results, i may add) is giving me a guilt trip. Today, i realized i had not even bothered to do #1. Great coincidence though, because i just bought a pair of sneakers yesterday.
There's a store in Bethlehem, PA called "Clothesline Organics". We walked in today and the girl working there was listening to Elvis Costello. She also had a stack of CDs, among which: two Patti Smith, a Tom Waits and "John Wesley Harding" by Bob Dylan. I couldn't NOT buy something. I found this hat made of wool and hemp. The girl gave me a 25% discount on it. I love going to Bethlehem.