Hi.
I'm M and I am a photographer from Minnesota. I'm naturally tall. I collect vintage cameras and sparkly jewelry and records. I shoot film. I'm a handstander and a treeclimber and a cartwheeler. I take photos most every day and I've made a resolution to document my life here.
I hope you like what you see!
First Post:
6/29/2010
Headquarters:
Barcelona Minneapolis
Stick around -- it just might get interesting!
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When I go deaf
I won't even mind
yeah, I'll be all right
I'll be just fine
I'll stay out all night
looking at the sky
I'll still have my sight
yeah, I'll still have my eyes...
-low
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
And now, a bunch of guys called Miracles of Modern Science cover a Bon Jovi song in the voice of Bon Iver/Justin Vernon.
It’s amazingly well-done and about a minute long, press play.
Loving this.
Your humble correspondent on Freaky Deeky, 1/23/11
Not only is this someone I know, it’s someone I’ve let into my home, whose birthday party I attended, who I’ve vacationed with and even left the country with. His credentials may say arts reviewer/editor, book author, teacher but his foremost skill is creating THAT WHICH CANNOT BE UNSEEN. Can you be lobotomized by trauma?
I couldn’t have said it better. Mk hit the nail on the head with that summary up there.
(Source: yepnope)
thought catalog: you should date an illiterate girl
“… a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.
Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.”
Well. This just kind of jolted my morning.
Oh man.
Sometimes we look for those thunderous things to happen in our life for our lives to change or go in the other direction. We seek the miracle. We seek the parting of the seas, the moving of the mountains. But no, it’s a quiet thing.
Ben Vereen
I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.
Neil Gaiman
