31 Oct 2010, 1:59pm
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vinalhaven


(my grandparents of course, on the ferry)


(my grandparents’ friend fred at his granite quarry with the model of the stone tower he’d like to build)

28 Oct 2010, 10:40am
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boston

(and cambridge and somerville)


(flourish)

we went to the museum of science!


(jen and her roommate megan doin’ the new-kitchen-table dance)

not enough photos. not the right photos. these photos don’t feel representative of my time here in boston. it was so wonderful to spend time with jen! and her mom karen (after whom i named my cat kari when i was seven)! and star! and flourish! and joni!

i also enjoyed the list visual art gallery at mit. right now one of the exhibits is a short film called the prisoner’s cinema by melvin moti, about the visual hallucinations experienced by people deprived of sensory inputs. the sound consists of an interview with a man apparently in a sensory deprivation chamber talking about what he’s seeing, and the image is of light streaming through a stained-glass rose window (which becomes clear gradually). i left with a strong sense of the beauty inside of us and our pretty amazing capacity to project that beauty onto the world.

i’m off to maine this afternoon; i’ll be on vinalhaven by dinner time. at my grandparents’ behest, i will be giving a couple little presentations about my bike trip while on the island. i finished three weeks ago and have hardly revisited it at all in this space. here’s an important sentence i came up with while brainstorming what i’ll say:
“i did it alone, but i couldn’t have done it alone.”

yup.

24 Oct 2010, 11:15pm
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exactly where i’m from

how to say what there is to say (maybe): on the eve of my future, i am traveling through my past.

i have been feeling so laidback lately. in the travel groove, just riding the ride i laid out for myself back in kansas when i bought my tickets. when i am in motion these days–when i get on a bus or a train–i feel so calm and happy. i could keep going forever, i think. whatever comes will come. i know that at some point i will need to have opinions again, but here in limbo–and oh my life sure is in limbo right now; it’s hangin’ between two (or many) precipices like a cozy hammock in which i am happily bundled–i am just enjoying the ride.

so i stared out the window until my eyes closed and then i fell asleep and then i dreamed who-knows-what and when i woke up i remembered that right now on this part of the journey i am not going anywhere i haven’t been before. yesterday, on a bus to the city i was born in, i woke up with sweet intention.

i have been doing a lot of listening and a little talking. about other people’s pasts and my future. not my stories to tell, but oh there are big important things in the world. and little important things. and beautiful things of all sizes.

pieces–

philadelphia:
where my mom spent the first seventeen years of her life.
a new/not-so-new friend cut my hair on the roof of a house in west philly in which she has invested herself. pieces of me blew away.

new york city:
where everyone knows someone who knows someone who can help you do what you want to do. if you want.
conversation and cupcakes with one of my mom’s oldest friends.
my friends learning and having adventures and making decisions.

upstate new york:
i learned not to throw rocks in the fire.
i ran around in the woods with my four-year-old cousin julie, fearless barefoot climber of trees and rocks and jungle gyms.
watched the negative space; listened for it, too. art in its environment. the words between the words.

boston:
staying with my oldest friend. we were best buds at age six. her hug is the best hug. i feel so lucky that we can still laugh together. five years ago she invited me to come with her to cambodia for a summer. i finally told her last night that i really regret turning down that peculiar travel suggestion/dancing lesson. but that decision feels like another one of those places i’ve come from–i am more adventurous now.

more to come.

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in upstate ny–opus 40:

julie:

21 Oct 2010, 9:51pm
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little mountains and big ideas

when i am not sure how to say what there is to say, my blog is more or less a photo blog. the photos say some of it. i am in woodstock (and environs), new york, visiting my aunt and cousins. my mom was here too, until yesterday. on tuesday we went on a hike, up overlook mountain. i think every mountainous state has at least one overlook mountain. this one was lovely and scenic, and the trail led past an old hotel abandoned many decades ago. at the top, there’s a rocky overlook with names carved into it–the oldest one i found was from 1899.

i visited the fertile minds (agri)cultural collective, my cousin chrisso’s farm/non-hierarchical homestead project. they were a one-growing-season experiment, and are disbanding (as planned) at the end of this month. there are only a few folks living on the land at the moment–chrisso, his girlfriend mia, and mischa from germany. i spent two days and a night with them. it was pretty idyllic. we stalked wild grapes, walked with the goats (i learned to milk!), cooked up tasty stir fry, and ate dinner around a little campfire. after chrisso and mia went to bed, mischa and i stayed up talking about art and relationships and life and decisions–all the big things i’m not writing about here, hah!

17 Oct 2010, 9:47pm
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family / upstate new york / storm king art center / fertile minds farm


(seed of invasive water chestnut)

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15 Oct 2010, 10:22pm
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coney island / manhattan


(”DEAR ELLA LAST NIGHT WAS SWEET FOR ME TONIGHT IS SWEETER FOR THE KIDS AT KELLYS TOMORROW WILL BE THE SWEETEST FOR AGAIN I SHALL EMBRACE YOU AND KISS YOU AND ENJOY YOU IN SIGHT OF A MILLION VIEWERS EVERYBODY LOVED YOU BUT NOBODY LOVED YOU AS MUCH AS I DID BECAUSE I HAD THE BEST SEAT GOODLUCK LOVE YOU MADLY= DUKE ELLINGTON=.”)

15 Oct 2010, 9:45pm
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central park / the met


(”The mosquito is filling its body with material lying below the surface on which it stands. It then becomes airborne, thus creating a material displacement. The blood now conforms to the interior configuration of an insect, thereby placing part of you in a state of aerial displacement.”)