David Byrne, in 1986’s “True Stories”, a film that he wrote, starred in, and directed.
We watched at Zoya’s on Halloween, her dressed as Oregon Trail, Evan as himself, and E and I as nouveau réalisme. Naturally.
‘we fell asleep in the middle of the fury’
sleigh bells - ring ring
John Woods
Particularly appropriate, I feel, in the day and age of GTD, TODO apps, and the general weight and constant pressure of time. Unstructured time is infinitely valuable for us all - for recharging, regeneration, and personal growth.
— It’s the only place I know how to bear
Thirteen years ago this morning I walked into my parents’ bedroom on an overcast and somewhat rainy Tuesday morning to find my Mother in bed, lying lifelessly still.
I froze that day, a state of mind that I’ve existed in ever since. That is until this time last year, when I finally exhaled, or perhaps more fittingly, inhaled, and came to see that my life’s journey hasn’t taken me all that far: I have not yet fully left home. In what is supposed to be the life and dreams of every teenager, and despite moving away and living in three different cities, drastic changes would be needed for me to even think of crawling mercilessly forward. So here I go.
— Untitled
- Scott: Where do you get these artsy tweets and away msgs?
- Ian: My mind.
- Ian: Or drugs.
- Ian: Your call.
- Scott: The union of both?
- Ian: Well, so actually, I stare at the drugs and wonder what I would think I would think if I was ever on them.
Naked Lunch, William S Burroughs
This dude was on(to) something.


