Whoas, can u believe how ‘perfect’ the weather has been in New York City this week?
Kinda want ‘2 die’ when I think of 2 weeks ago on Fire Island when it rained 24/7.
Makes me realize how much of life boils down 2 chance (via Richard Rorty).
Do u believe that u make ur own luck?
Or is it just in the retelling of the story, e.g., ‘I was s000 happy that it rained 24/7 in the Pines b/c I got lotz of work done.’
Or: ‘There’s a lot of rain in my novel — symbolizing ______ — and I wouldn’t have been able 2 describe it quite so viscerally had I not lived thru it myself’ (via ‘write what u know’).
Sometimes worry that I’ve strayed 2 far from my roots as a blogger.
I remember when I was ‘earnest and upset’ abt everything.
Feel like it might b time 2 get back 2 more ‘genuine forms of expression’
Like that photographer in the Times Magazine who ‘photoshopped the shit’ out of his shots and totes got busted.
Does it matter how something is made?
Or do the ‘ends justify the means’ (via W Machiavelli)?//Are u going 2 start using ‘Bing’ instead of ‘Google’?
If u look closely at this shot, u will notice diagonal lines from the window through which I took the picture. (I was not, after all, in a hot-air balloon.)
This ‘imperfection’ is a metaphor for ______ and elevates the picture from some ‘dumbass tourist’ shot into ‘real artwork’
Lol.
This is my version of the bridge — I want u 2 believe in it enuf 2 make it urs, 2.
