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murray corner // vacation post // 2013

I don't have my own pictures for this post; these two are Instagrams from C's iPod (C *loves* Instagram, and while I don't have a problem with it – Instagram does make just about everybody look better – I do regard it the same way I look at girls with straight bangs who insist that bikers are "fun" and "harmless"). My own pictures are/were (a) on a digital camera that decided, quite out of the blue, to thicken and bloat around the battery pack, and not charge, and die, or at least refuse to turn on, and (b) on a cheapie Fuji disposable that I bought at the drugstore, as a backup, and will, eventually, take in to get processed, old-school-style, on film, with at least a third of the roll being photos of the inside of my pocket. Sorry, mom – you'll have to wait for your Oona pics. BUT THEY WILL RETURN. // I actually had two weeks on my own *before* the vacation, what I thought would be a pre-vacation vacation, nothing but beer and Nobunaga'

dark all summer

dark all day, watercolour four ; watercolour and pencil, 60 lb medium weight Strathmore light tooth, 6 x 9 inches, in the shop . * * * * * The fifth installment of a collaborative story – part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 . * * * * * Strange in some ways, being by myself while C and Oona are at the shore . But good practice. Kidding! All the time is just filling and filling with work, as if work is like a virus, and multiplies itself by existing. Anyway, C has been sending some photos back, and the rest of this post is basically an Instagram for my mom.

dark walking

1. I think the biggest problem with walking is that you're not encased within a packet of cushioned steel plastic glass racketing around with stereo and WiFi hotspots and tinted framed views, that you're not confronted with actual people who could reach out and touch you, and have eyes and slide-y faces and are usually in your way and need to share the fucking sidewalk. When you drive, you have a largely (and strangely) sympathetic yet dismissive view of humanity, simply wishing that there were less people or better routes to work practice Gambler's Anonymous senior's genealogy book club. Meanwhile, on foot, I spend all my time looking at people and thinking brain injury brain injury brain injury severe brain injury psychotic episode no-hoper old person unwashed man asking passersby if they know where to buy fireworks brain injury brain injury * * * * * 2. Today my office mate of four years called me "Darren". GOOD MO