Tag: memory
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Grand gesture of solid carbs
I got doughnuts the other night before what seemed like a musical love child of the E.T. soundtrack and songs of Oompa-Loompas. T was interested in the musician who was not only performing but put the whole thing together at a place called Ham and Eggs downtown. It came after checking out Chisme y Queso put on […]
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Funky Swag at Mrs. Fish
Echo Park Rising was my first taste of the expressive charm of Soul Scratch when the band performed at The Lost Room to a packed audience. That was two months ago but luckily they were playing again in the basement of downtown’s historic Pershing Square Building in October. Although nights had gotten cooler, the heat […]
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Responsibilities in the morning
Before the tin was left nearly empty, the weather began taking a dramatic turn but the behavior worsened in the sixth grade but somehow lessened in the seventh. Announcements for buses were nowhere near and the chatter was incessant with the exception of the few willing to learn. In almost every class, at least one […]
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so swift with nothingness
This New York experience was intriguing though quite unsettling. I lost my phone the first night of debauchery as well as a generous amount of almonds and blah blah. New York is exhausting. I don’t know why I find it so enticing but I can see why some are fond of Jersey. It is such […]
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flight of listless thought
Oh, the day’s been long and it’s not quite ten. Brain cells may very well flee my head. So long, I hear myself say to the boss until I think about the inevitable money loss. Change may come but never fast enough. Perhaps slow it needs to move while one sits in wonderment of where […]
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fool who shouldn’t walk the line
[This is meant to be hummed/sung as an exploration of the blues through an omniscient narrator. Think Pink Anderson, J.D. Short, Otis Rush, Sonny Terry] Through the screen of a window, the sun shines brightly illuminating leaves small and still dangling from branches reaching far above the lazy streets. Suddenly, a sweet female voice shouts […]
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a lust for dreaming
Perhaps lust is too strong to use when referring to the concept of and ability to dream but does the determination to interpret overshadow interactions with the present self and surroundings? I woke up this morning feeling I dreamt something intriguing, about running, but couldn’t remember much more than seeing my legs stomp on the pavement. […]
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fascinating times at Common Market
As I transcribe the words of a person sitting on my right at the outdoor area of Common Market, I find the content of his speech rather superfluous for his companion. I realize in my desire to capture distinct surrounding affects, I need not rely on conversations of others in order to animate the mind. […]
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as I pack my belongings
I can’t help but feel slightly guilty for hoarding numerous business cards, newspapers, books (which were the result of sneaking past a gate and shuffling through a large pile of reading material on the side of a building near Bar 13), gallery and museum pamphlets, postcards, opened and unopened mail, photocopies of textbook chapters cited […]
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