cars are artifacts

Sunlight in the weeds...I wish that I was blind...
to the ghosts dancing in the breeze...
blowing through my mind.
Got a Corvair in my yard. It hasn't run in fifteen years.
It's a home for the birds now. It's no longer a car.

Last night I dreamed that I was swimming in a sea.
Like always, with everything I went in too deep.
Got a Corvair in my yard. It hasn't run in fifteen years.
It's a home for the birds now. It's no longer...a car.

Got a simple friend out west, and in the blink of an eye,
I'd swap him straight, his life for mine...and never wonder "Why?".

three years in san francisco

good friend katie just started this blog to reminisce about her three-year tenure in this truly unique city. a poignant denouement to three years well-lived.

i lived with her in the best apartment in san francisco for one year, and will miss her and jose even more than those infamous parties.

no touching!

in an unfortunate twist of events in my unending search for new shoes, i liked these today. it's worth the zoom, but probably not the money. in other news, i'm still a broke-ass law student.

more cool shoes by common projects

wisdomatic

this is an excerpt from an article on terry gross. not only does he kind of look like tim roth, he's about as cool.