(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) an invocation for beginnings let me think about the people who i care about the most, and when they fail, or disappoint me, i still love them, i still give them chances, and i still see the best in them. let me extend that generosity to myself … … […]
the exquisite ordinary
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(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) something that got me thinking… + 250 things an architect should know. some of them seem to me like things humans in general should know. a few jumped out at me including: the proper proportions of a gin martini, the need for freaks, the thrill of the ride, where […]
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(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments. because ordinary things can become powerful stories.) something to notice the language of my morning was a ruru, haunting and clear in the trees outside our bedroom window + kaka, circling and screeching like bright-winged prehistoric creatures above me as I cycle to the ferry + hundreds of swallows, […]
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(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) something to read i’ve got a pile of books sitting next to me that i am partway through, or have yet to begin. i do this a lot – buy books, then leave them sitting around in heaps until i’m good and ready to read them. the pile i’m […]
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(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) something i’m listening to + stumbled across body-san’s midnight companion on my morning traverse of the internet. further exploration revealed that he’s a dance music producer based in portland, oregon. this made me all nostalgic for an overnight trip i did to portland a couple of years ago when […]