Tag Archives: perception

sometimes it’s not about the cat

padilla – “true heroism shows itself spontaneously somewhere in the space between courage and absurdity.” That’s such a good space. When you want to say something or do something that’s bubbling up from the strange and secret depths of who you are, but you’re not sure if it will be a social failure or a communicative flop. You’re afraid your… (more…)


Are you sure the world doesn’t really actually go dark when you blink? Have you ever opened your eyes a micro-split second sooner than usual and seen the dark flip back to light? Remember competing with the fridge door as a kid?


That quick dipping-in moment, that return of feeling good about things, that can come with a shower and a mug of coffee and a song with that honey-catch in it (that warm bite that gives honey all its magic, I mean, and makes it so much more than sweet). It’s such a temporary little mild pleasant feeling, but I think… (more…)


Drawing the ruffled leaf-edges of the rose-scented geranium whose limbs suddenly seemed so gracefully curved and stretched that I had to try and record them. The shapes are so delicate and complicated but general patterns show up as I go. Repeated proportions and curve-lines; each leaf is a fractal image. Paying so much attention to the tiniest lines, my concentration… (more…)


Sometimes I’ll be crouching on the floor reading a cd’s liner notes, or in the shower enjoying the hot steam, or laying on the couch with my face over a book, and I’ll become unburied in what I’m experiencing; I’ll hear a low rumble or a soft click and feel that the world has changed completely while I’ve been absorbed.… (more…)

a trap door in the sand

I like how language is a very basic kind of set theory. Whenever a word is said or heard, read or written, a circle is drawn in our consciousness. A word is a circle that knows what is inside it-and everything else in the universe is outside. The stuff inside is, in a way, the complete definition of the word.… (more…)

like snowflakes in museums

The words we use aren’t really real. They’re a tool, they’re a construct. They’re like objects we hand back and forth to each other to put pictures in each other’s head. Words aren’t the bottom layer of language-the pictures and thoughts in your head are. Words themselves are a couple of floors up. How hard is it to hold a… (more…)