Circles

there is going to be an intermission within these stories for the time being. nothing permanent. I'm just looking for a new way out and I think I have finally come full circle with this particular story. don't get left behind.. the past, though reflective, can be subconsciously intrusive. try not to get caught up in it all.

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July 4, 2011 // 00:46

I've been keeping a notebook

"It all comes back. Perhaps it's difficult to see the value in having one's self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep in nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be..."

--Joan Didion - On Keeping A Notebook, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

The Great Wall of Los Angeles

The Great Wall of Los Angeles, located in the Tujunga Flood Control Channel in Valley Glen (San Fernando Valley), is the longest mural in North America as well as the largest monument of interracial harmony in the world. This panel of the wall memorializes the struggles and injustices imposed upon Japanese Americans in California during World War II. Designed between 1976-1984, The Great Wall is currently experiencing a massive restoration project. Keep it tuned... the world is changing before us!

Social and Public Art Resource Center, Venice, CA:: http://www.sparcmurals.org:16080/sparcone/

Save LA Murals Campagin:: http://www.savelamurals.org/now/index.php

Coheed and Cambria - The Second Stage Turbine Blade

goodmorning sunshine... awake when the sun hits the sky............. .. . ... . .

The Movielife - Jamestown @ Chain Reaction 2003

The Movielife - Forty Hour Train Back To Penn (Drive Thru Records 2003)

The Movielife, Long Island legends throw down at southern california punk staple Chain Reaction. This footage captures a pivotal and yet rare instance of the Movielife's spontaneous and enigmatic live performance. They were a band without precedents that sent forth an attitude and a sound unique to the perceptions of pop/punk at the time. Jamestown will forever be a classic among hardcore enthusiasts of the DIY punk culture of the early 2000s. Fuck the fame... I'm going out on top!

On The Road (7)

God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive--the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever. (Kerouac, 128)

On The Road (6)

Just about that time a strange thing began to haunt me. It was this: I had forgotten something. There was a decision that I was about to make before Dean showed up, and now it was driven clear out of my mind but still hung on the tip of my mind's tongue. I kept snapping my fingers, trying to remember it. I even mentioned it. And I couldn't even tell if it was a real decision or just a thought I had forgotten. It haunted and flabbergasted me, made me sad. It had to do somewhat with the Shrouded Traveler. Carlo Marx and I once sat down together, knee to knee, in two chairs facing, and I told him a dream I had about a strange Arabian figure that was pursuing me across the desert; that I tried to avoid; that finally overtook me just before I reached the Protective City. "Who is this?" said Carlo. We pondered it. I proposed it was myself, wearing a shroud. That wasn't it. Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die? (Kerouac, 124)