WE LIVIN IN OUR LAST DAYS

HEAT

i like this humid heat because it blurs the line between me and everything else. i just sorta ooze around with the smoke and the rain and the dirty laundry and the bugs. we ooze together.

i know that i am generally 3-4 years behind the majority on most things, here is another for the list,

DEVENDRA BANHART. dream. lover.


his cover of kath bloom's "forget about him" i needed it.

hair hair hair hair hair hair hair hair hair, i'm never cutting mine again.

THE ELDERS

Nanwalek, future vacation destination, and family home.


"The Native Village of Nanwalek is governed by the Nanwalek IRA Council consisting of an elected seven-member body. The Council consists of a First Chief, Second Chief, Secretary, Treasurer, and three Council Members.

The Native Village of Nanwalek is located on the southwestern tip of the Kenai Peninsula on lower Cook Inlet. The village is approximately 200 miles from Anchorage and is accessible only by boat or airplane. It is most closely located to Port Graham, Seldovia and Homer. The Native people of Nanwalek call themselves Sugpiaq meaning "real people". Their heritage is strongly based in their language, subsistence lifestyle, cultural traditions and self-government. Their culture has steadfastly survived the Russian and later American impact on traditional lifestyles.

The Native Village of Nanwalek is located at 151 55‚ W longitude - 59 21‚ N latitude on the southern tip of the Kenai Peninsula, 10 miles southwest of Seldovia and 4 miles east of Port Graham."


i don't know what it means but i started to tear up when reading this.

WONDERFULLY PRETTY

i love this song, sort of hate the video.

THE CRUMBS THAT FILL ME NOW

i love MADMEN, alone or with a cucumber sandwich.  slick hair, sexy ladies with hips, and the occasions when a cigarette at the corner of a mouth makes a joke, make me forget my troubles.  season two's release to dvd-July fourteenth.

after watching the first season over again, one of the most heartbreaking moments has to be when Joan's roomate comes out to her and tells her that she is in love with her.  "think of me as a man, joan."  there is no more eloquent way of depicting the plight of a gay person before stonewall and the seventies than that statement of delusion and desperation.

SO GOOD.

i cut my hair all off.

NICK CAVE

BENNY