Here Not There

The kind of silence we're looking for, the kind of place you needed. I wrote it, unless noted. There a tweet, here a tweet. There's nothing you can't get if you ask nicely.
Jul 04
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Happy Fourth, from the rainy, wet-as-hell Adirondack Mountains. We chased a bear from camp, don’t you know it. 
Happy Fourth, from the rainy, wet-as-hell Adirondack Mountains. We chased a bear from camp, don’t you know it. 
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Jun 30
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The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.
— David Foster Wallace, This is Water (A speech delivered at Kenyon College’s commencement in 2005) (via youngna)
Jun 29
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Full Disclosure: My Xbox Live Gamer Tag Is Big Producer

We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.
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The Road
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The Road

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Jun 26
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Ryan Adams — So Alive

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Sea Legs
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Sea Legs

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Jun 25
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Get Handsome This Weekend.
Get Handsome This Weekend.
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You’ll wake and decide which side of the bed to rise from. Choose which shirt to wrench from its hanger, which bowl to use. You’ll decide what train to take, toward which passenger you’ll scowl, which absentminded thought to let slip from your head, which daydream to attend to like a gardener at his plot. You’ll choose which staircase up which to trod, sun or wind or rain obscuring the street in front of you as you merge with day. You’ll choose what job to hate, which boss to loathe, lunch to eat, woefull skill to craft and which path to stumble down. You’ll choose and choose until I strike you down with my blade, which is sharper and more precise than you’ll ever know.
You’ll wake and decide which side of the bed to rise from. Choose which shirt to wrench from its hanger, which bowl to use. You’ll decide what train to take, toward which passenger you’ll scowl, which absentminded thought to let slip from your head, which daydream to attend to like a gardener at his plot. You’ll choose which staircase up which to trod, sun or wind or rain obscuring the street in front of you as you merge with day. You’ll choose what job to hate, which boss to loathe, lunch to eat, woefull skill to craft and which path to stumble down. You’ll choose and choose until I strike you down with my blade, which is sharper and more precise than you’ll ever know.
Jun 24
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