summer city

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a sense of longing to be living in a little wooden house with no more than three rooms (and maybe just one) at the back of someone else's property on the island, with my own little tree and porch and slope, with no internet, just piles and piles of books and a computer to write on.
summer city

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writing my business plan makes me want to cry. i feel like i will never, ever be able to make this possible. i need to cut $100,000 of expenses off of it just so i can get closer to the $200,000 needed mark.
summer city

riot 2011

standing in a small crowd outside of a vietnamese restaurant looking through the glass, watching footage of the riot on television. cheering kids in jerseys, raising their arms and cavorting in front of overturned, burning vehicles. turning around and seeing the majestic, darkening purple mountains, the beautiful summer sunset, marred by thick black smoke rising from the city. these are things i see in movies, not things i experience in real life. how strange is that?

hearing about the guy who fell four storeys off of the viaduct. the stabbings, the beatings, the broken windows and the looting. the chapters that got broken into for the sake of destruction, though nothing was stolen, because they didn't want books. they wanted louis vuitton and coach bags, high-end cosmetics, candy.

falling asleep to sirens and helicopters beating through the night. waking up to sirens and helicopters, again, but also a city that rose early and brought garbage bags and brooms downtown to help clean up the mess. words of encouragement, support, and shame scrawled on the plywood put up in the broken store windows.
summer city

Life is fun

The semester has hit its climax, and lately I've been seeing little slips of paper with the following message written on them:

"Need a break from studying? Cold? Tired? Hungry? Come join us at the SFU Focus Club and hang out with friends."

Now, studying too much is not a problem I have, but I thought it was pretty cool that there's a club on campus for kids to regain their focus after cramming too hard. So I looked it up.

It's a Christian fellowship dedicated to bible study. What a sneaky, under-handed tactic. I'm going to start putting slips of paper all over school that say "Tired of learning about business, science, or math? Come hang out with the SFU Playtime Club." Then I'll give them feminist texts to read.
summer city

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thinking about stretching my ears more.
they're currently at the generally-accepted threshold for eventual shrinking. any bigger and, i am told, they will not return to a "normal" piercing size. but i want 'em bigger. they've been 00g for four years.

thoughts?

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summer city

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i just wanted to share benoit paille with you all. he takes the types of photos i really wish i could take. he photographs strangers, on the street or on the train or wherever he happens to be. people, looking how they do, in their natural environment, making eye contact with the camera, almost exclusively straight-faced. i have asked strangers to let me take their picture before but they almost always get shy or smile or get embarrassed or flustered or say they don't look good on camera or fuss about how the final product will represent them. i don't know how benoit paille captures his subjects the way he does but i love it.