messier object 83

when i first heard "we own the sky" by M83 last year, i was like yeah, this is it. this how summer feels to me. i always thought pale colors towards the center of the spectrum were eerie. seeing the music video now for the first time proves that the band shares my sentiment. i rarely see a music video that captures how a song makes me feel, and conceptually the imagery that a song makes me think of. i think this is the most accurately my mind has ever preconceived of such a thing. i mean, was this actually filmed in boulder!?

lilys//ginger

for your full screen HD viewing pleasure

room for improvement

apparently, in the south dakota airport, only cans and bottles are recyclable.

merits:
at least the airport recycles.

demerits:
i had to lift the lid to put in the irregularly shaped plastic container from my sandwich.
the recycling container is the same color as the trashcan.
materials that can be recycled should be listed, not items.

draw stuff

deviantart* added a new tool to their site. it's HTML5 based so i am thinking...finally, a rad thing to do on an iPad. http://muro.deviantart.com/

foolish is the man who looks at the finger which points to the sky.

love after love

the time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome

and say sit here, eat.
you will love again the stranger who was your self.
give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

derek wolcott

jon kabat zinn reads this poem aloud at the end of a mindfulness workshop at google hq.

b.a.r.c.e.l.o.n.a.

(estas no me perteneces)

et al.

abdominal physics and the boiling-cold sensation of sparkling water.

ok, so usually in our bodies, things pretty much know exactly where to go. everything runs really smoothly. so much so that we can't really feel anything even happening. but then something happens! and your insides get electrocuted and you feel like a drummer who lost his rhythm. your cells get all supercharged and burst effervescently as they collide, like those tiny little self destructive bubbles in carbonated drinks. it feels like all your major organs got loose of the sticky web of gravity-defying plasma holding them in their respective places, and they fell into a giant heap at the bottom of somewhere they don't belong. and then you can feel them because they can feel each other.

elements become compounds, nouns become verbs. and fear, which you normally can't feel (but know it's there), becomes b e i n g  s c a r e d.

(!)

download: carbonated mount kimbie