later, at the bar

images Remi Theriault  
Sometimes just going for a drink can change the course of your life. Instead of pacing back and forth in your apartment tallying up your to-do list or trying to think of a word that describes the thing you have no idea you're trying to write, go drink some fine grained liquor. 
Trust me. People's advice sounds much better and you end up talking about oysters and other important details of the evening like the creme fraiche in your ceviche, thinly sliced meats and the handful of characters behind the bar.  
Good things happen to those who go for a drink. Which is why I went to Whalesbone recently with a whimsical lady friend, who sings lovely songs, and a talented gentleman friend, who takes lovely pictures. 
See above. 


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as far as lovers go

Can we all just take a minute to fall in love? I don’t mean with the barrista that pours your coffee or the fella sitting at the bar. I mean let’s take a minute to fall in love with your street, with your window, with your route--it’s time to start a love affair with your city.


love is in the air

image via nonenus quarterly 
“I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached out and caught me in midair. That something is what I define as love. It is the one thing that can stop a man from falling, powerful enough to negate the laws of gravity.”

— Paul Auster, Moon Palace

a moment like this


I want jaw dropping, eye popping, head turning, body shocking--but that's not what I have today. Feeling opposite of that in fact--uninspired and BORED. I need new something: music, a piece of literature, a new route....something! Wish me luck while I try to bust the eff out of this funk.  

The Uniform Experiment 1.4

The Practical Things

Since this is an experiment of sorts I suppose some attention should be paid to practicalities...continue reading at Ef Magazine.