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Becoming Animal, David Abram
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Becoming Animal, David Abram
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- In Memory of Paul
- Of wind and the reminders of living dangerously
- Anybody who can smile like this must be on to some...
- Led Zeppelin for 4 a.m.
- Waterbirds for the morning
- A drop of rain above your comfortable couch
- bro and dog - or bro dawg
- On the way home from my hot date
- My Hot Date with an Old, Old Man
- The lights before the show
- After Calling Bingo, It's Time to Party
- This is what I get to sit under everyday
- Wanda Landowska and Thunder
- on Hafiz, part II
- on the subject of light, part II
- The Light at the End of the Tunnel
- Goodnight, Sweetheart
- Things that cannot happen sometimes do
- On Childhood
- Of Plastic, Defeated
- Keyframes for Toronto Animation/I might have a sli...
- Of the synchronicity of beast and fowl, but mostly...
- The explode display of spring
- What I like best about eating outside
- What I like best about street cars
- And of the sky, conducting.
- Of the things that move in the fierce+gentle winds...
- Oh how the loneliness in my heart plays connect-th...
- Worst Sleep Ever in the Best Bed I have thusfar la...
- Why it's so reassuring that the body will always w...
- Two of My Favourite Creatures, together...
- In visuals, folks...
- OMG
- I haven't finished a book in one day, from start t...
- Trees say goodnight...
- Brecht says good-night
- I could be sitting here right now...
- Tony De Melo, where are you now?
- Walking home from work today, I saw...
- Walking to work today I saw....
- And Heavy Breathing for the Late, Late afternoon...
- And William Kentridge for the Late Afternoon...
- And Maria Callas for the Afternoon
- Flowers for the Morning
- For everyone else, part I
- For Laura, Part II
- This one is for Laura.
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- The strange things we (don't) do with our hands
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Is this your garden? So pretty!
ReplyDeleteha ha. if this was my garden, i would never be on the computer in the spring, i'd be laying face down eating tulips and feeling woozy but happy.
ReplyDeleteso...yeah,no. this is not my garden.