What Are We Looking For OR Let’s Put the Snuggle Back in Autumn

Today:

A glorious, beautiful Woman behind a bar speaks to me and holds back tears.  The man she once loved is now fulfilling the dreams they once had together, with another woman.  She says, “I have gotten no where.”  I say loudly, sincerely with alarm, “Do Not say that” both to her and to myself.

An honorable, beautiful Man in a rain coat and two heavy bags of belongings bums three cigarettes and a lighter from me.  Not many words are exchanged but he leaves behind his wife at home.   There is no smart use of quotations for this.

I, able and beautiful, sit in a subway car, shaking from low blood sugar, and longing dearly for certain thing[dude]s from a far past.  I think to myself, “First I need a burger, then I need to write an e-mail.”

These three people above I love.

Sep_Dinner; Peach; Excellent; Carla; Laser; Time1; Dripping; Green; Tornado; Burn; White; Lightening; NS; Maze; Jackie; Butterfly; Gin; Trev; HolyLight; Fingers; Ladder; Leaf; Water

Directions to enjoying: Open this link in another window so that you can listen and look at pictures simultaneously  http://hypem.com/track/887132/Ducktails+-+On+the+Boardwalk.  So go ahead and open it now.

Now that you are grooving, take your time.  Wonder things.  We’re in no hurry.

And now you have just entered into my life for a moment.  (You should keep the song going.)

It’s the first day of another Autumn.  Autumn.  Autumn.  Thank the heavens, for my body feels most right when this time comes.  Although school is a thing of my past, the ritual reaction of ambition and hope to this climate has yet to stand me up and boy am I thankful.  Thankful is the word of the season.  To you is this appeasin’ ?

New Phone Or New Computer Or Same Excitement

Here is to happiness; to sharing things I saw but forgot to pay enough attention to.  When down, look around.  When high, don’t forget to still, look around:

Did you remember the juicy packs? OR Die!

It may appear just below that I am trying to make some kind of statement concerning the simultaneity of consumerist activity and mass murder, but I chose to use these photos in a single post due to fairly frivolous connectors:  The shoes that say ‘military’ and the fact that the photo of the young man in army fatigues was taken outside of a mall on Long Island.  The images of war are original documentations of the Vietnam war taken through some extra lenses and projections.  The other images were taken at some retail mecca – IKEA; Apple; The m&m store in Time Square; The Mall.

shy shadow OR everything is just so beautiful OR the word ‘life’ should be replaced with ‘bull shit’

So we’re standing outside of Jalopy Theatre (  http://www.jalopy.biz/ ) on a not-yet-cold Wednesday night and my friend Maggie yells out, “Yeah, Shy Shadow Storch, that should be your nickname!”  Maggie has a pretty rad sounding voice so it was a dang cool way for me to receive a nickname, especially since it is an alliteration.  You see, we were amidst a conversation about a certain phenomenon.  It’s when one finds that they are working a bunch while feeling great inspiration and having poignant thoughts but they are lacking the appropriate energy and literal time to create or produce in response.  As many of you may have done, money is saved – or not – and the job is terminated.  There is all of a sudden this paramount surplus of free time, but for some reason now, with the sky super huge and the possibility of your day going in any which direction, you can’t think a god damned thing to do or make.  In turn, one is forced to reassess the whole work business and give it some, at least a liiitttlllee bit of credit for feeding the senses.  Whether it’s the necessity to wake up at a certain time, the walk that has to be taken, or the actual work itself, some aspect is contributing to inspiration or levels of productivity.   So I Googled — is ‘Googled’ the only verb that requires a capital letter?  So I Googled ‘shy shadow define’ and I couldn’t come up with anything.  I’m not sure if we are using the term correctly but it makes perfect sense: We are standing incredibly close to, if not touching it; it is always present and visible wherever we are existing with a source of light; we can never stand directly on top of it.  Wherever there is money, time, weed, alcohol, gentrification, self confidence, news feed, love, lovers, anything at all, there is a shy shadow.  Therefore, wisdom is either the act of outsmarting the shadow, acknowledging it in a n’importe quoi kind of way akin to the way we acknowledge a birthmark on our hand or arm, or pretending how things would be with no light source at all.  I’m not really sure.  But on that note, here are some photographs that together, make me feel the same way shy shadows do:

“Youth” as told by Teddy Roosevelt OR My Weekend in Squares

In the near future we learn to play with pieces of the sun.

Halloween, Brooklyn, New York, 25 years ago it was 1984, 25 years from now it will be 2024

A French tree in Brooklyn.

This is the tree.

I was walking through Greenwood Cemetery thinking about shaving my legs.  The lady next to me was, to the man next to her, addressing the tree in front of us all:  “Would you look at that tree over there, Fred?  So human.  I’m going to shake its hand right now.”  So she shook its hand right then: “It’s a pleasure, my wooded friend.”  The branch shook back: “Enchanté.” Enchanté.  I couldn’t believe my ears – a French tree in Brooklyn.  Whooda thought?  Though, now that I think about it, I do recall noticing a family plot nearby with the last name of LaRoche.  Perhaps some rich soil and french decomposition is all that was necessary to birth such an elegant specimen of timber.