On Saturday my boss and I drove across the river to the sad sad state of Illinois. We met an artist, did this and that, and had a few beers. Driving through steel towns so sleepy ugly flat it’d take a Wichitan to see something special, my east-coast boss looked at me and said “it [...]
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Night Falls, Illinois
Tuesday, June 13th, 2006Stand by me
Thursday, April 20th, 2006Tonight’s one of those nights I could easily stay up until tomorrow, work each minute, and never get it all done. The same could be said for the next three weeks. So tonight, instead of driving straight to the studio after seminar, I parked my car near home and took a walk.
The air was lovely. [...]
Dust to dust
Thursday, December 8th, 2005Over the Thanksgiving break I sat with my family and watched home movies from the floating sinking past. Much of what we saw had already become the stuff of family legend. We’d wait for the funny lines, the heartbreaking moments, as one does with any favorite cinematic feature. So intoxicated by the nostalgia emanating from the screen, calling on our smooth and rounded memories that are firmly planted deep within like weathered ancient busts, we stuck around to see the back-end of a few VHS tapes we haven’t had the patience to observe before.