21st century man
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Sunday, January 11, 2009

So this is the New Year



















Left brain, toasts, tofu scramble, watching and waiting hopefully, criminal CEOs, the mandates of a New Regime, MBox symphonies, Richard, reading lists, spiraling weather patterns, blurring european landscapes, snare drums, disappearing bumble bees, Tunnel of Love, fingerless gloves, Unbreakable, application deadlines, recessions and depressions, bourbon, shameful post-modernism, hot sauce, cat hair in the omelet, photo-fueled sojourns, roasted beets, plateauing scrabble scores, waxing and waning facial hair, the occasional grey, prescription sunglasses, at least three phantom yet earth-shattering maladies, storms, calms, Heaven Hill, Lynne, coffee shop, alone recordings, rapid eye images, reunions, strat solo's, students and teachers, corduroys, carpal tunnel, worn clothes, feet, mortality, Bobby, gigabytes, argyle and plaid, candle lit, posture, net worth, laughably unfuturistic Ford Taurus, subway tokens, reemployment, load-ins and sound-checks, SM57s, LA2As, peeling paint, drop-ceiling removal, weeds, Joe mugs, print, feelings of inadequacy, adequacy, green tea, draperies, the Sea, the Forest, the Trees, the Mountains, the Earth, the Sky.




"How deep is time? How far down into the life of matter do we have to go before we understand what time it is?"
-- D. DeLillo



photo by Mark Schoneveld