death

the sumatran rhino is now extinct and the koala bear is next but let’s have a national discourse about whether marvel movies qualify as art

posted at 18:00 on 23 November 2019 to Commentary

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Downtown Seattle

Seattle
Seattle

—earlier this year—

posted at 12:00 on 16 November 2019 to Work

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a world ago & a lifetime away

Ibiza

Ibiza is a strange place because I had absolutely no clue it was some international club destination for Rich Kids, so when I was looking over the wine menu at a spot I stopped for lunch to find glasses for $20, I was a bit taken aback. It made more sense after I figured it out, however, when I left the Museum of Contemporary Art to find three girls hobbling down the rocky street in shoes with heels longer than their skirts.

I’m never really interested in places for their Designated Tourism Purpose, and they’re often more enjoyable for it. All the best discoveries are off the beaten path.

(that is what I usually say, however on this particular day in Ibiza it was fucking hot, and I forgot my hat, so I basically spent the time walking from one shaded area to another.)

Ibiza
Ibiza
Ibiza

Tourist Destinations like this have a certain class scale. Luxury storefronts, fine dining. Ibiza felt sort of like Disney Luxury, where these massive yachts were just parked row by row, advertising Wealth Is Here like a glowing neon sign.

Taking photos of a central square where Extinction Rebellion was later to set up a sizeable protest, a houseless person or two occupy nearly every bench in sight. That’s the other problem with tourist destinations these days: they are epicenters of inequality, opulence, waste, and a world charging, full steam ahead, into whatever comes from it.

Ibiza
Ibiza
Ibiza

I was leaving for my ferry just before dusk. the Hairstyles and Outfits began appearing all around me, products of an afternoon spent in front of a mirror. I suppose it’s on par with one spent in front of a screen. Everything is a mirror in its own way, like that.

how the sun would glisten off the sea with a light just as blinding.

Walking through the square toward my water taxi, a woman in a red dress with bright red paint dripping from her hands dances through the gathering protesters. She pirouettes around to me as I get up from taking a picture, puts her hands on my cheeks, looks at me and smiles, and dances away. For a moment I wonder if the red paint will ever come out of my beard, then I remember the planet is on fire so it doesn’t matter much anyway.

Ibiza

posted at 11:30 on 13 November 2019 to Personal

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these two

Drew Olive

Drew & Olive at Jake’s

i have not been the best with people over the years but i’m trying to turn that ship around

posted at 15:00 on 12 November 2019 to Personal

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