sunny and raining

... yet another place to put stuff ...

c0ina:

This weekend I took some more photos of the New Natives - this time playing at a more likely venue.

mad zilla love. 

mad zilla love. 

In those languidly optimistic days, I still owned the distasteful hauteur of one who believed the world could be shaken until the pieces fell together in the pattern of my own promised land, and had no idea what an exemplary world it would be if, like housewives, everyone sensed his inadequacy for Divine Missions and confined himself to worrying over grocery stamps.

—Frederick Exley, A FAN’S NOTES

On my first breathless vision of her, I wanted to bury my teeth, Dracula-like, into her flanks, knowing that she would bleed pure butterscotch.

—Frederick Exley, A FAN’S NOTES

What if we had well developed receptors tuned to the level of moisture in the air? Wouldn’t we also impose an aesthetic on that? It seems like we would then have a kind of television based on this sense which would let us all have a similarly artificially manipulated humidity experience. What a strange world that would be.