eYe-Marshall

Bridal World

2011-09-01T20:52:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago I found a sign in Dolores Park that someone had discarded. It was an advertisement and read: "BRIDE EXPO - Crowne Plaza, Redondo - Sunday Feb. 20". It was the type of sign with a pointed piece of wood on one end that could be planted in the ground. The sign was bright pink, and the idea that an expo could be dedicated to weddings made me smile. I took the sign home - after parading around with it on Valencia Street, holding it above my head as people do in demonstrations, or to announce the imminent end of the world.

Later, I decided to place the sign in a context free of any reference to the human world - let alone the world of brides. There are some dunes and a forest near my house, so that's where I took the sign. The pictures are primarily a study. The project is meant to be a physical and visual encounter with the actual sign (people hike or run through this forest).

(click image to see more pics)

Bridal World tackles several questions in my mind. There is the overload of messages, such as advertisements of this and many other types, that we run into everywhere we are - except perhaps in forests, or the ocean... or the moon. It occurred to me that in the same way we question whether a tree falling in a forest really falls if no one is there to see it, what message can advertisement offer if no one is there to experience it? The other relates to the content itself - the bridal institution, a topic so foreign to a forest, to the "natural world". How natural is it to get married? Is it not another social construct? - the result of what my teachers at the Sorbonne called "objectivation", a process, if I recall somewhat correctly, by which spontaneous actions and beliefs become structured, institutionalized, and are given the power to sanction.

george

2011-03-08T21:11:00.000-08:00

(click twice for full screen)

i.tox (hagakure)

2011-01-27T10:13:00.000-08:00

(chapter7 - click pic twice + F11 for full screen)

2010-12-06T13:14:00.000-08:00

(part1: constellation10/11)

(photography courtesy Kathryn Krieger)

2010-12-06T12:25:00.000-08:00

&found

2010-12-05T12:22:00.001-08:00

ɥsǝɹɟ

2010-12-03T17:37:00.001-08:00

In Geist (pause*)

2010-11-05T17:21:00.000-07:00

(click pic + F11 for full-size)

some folks believe in spirits, others in therapy. others, yet, in both. and that's what we have here: in this session of In Treatment, Gabriel Byrne and Dianne Wiest sit facing each-other. the screen-shot is of a *paused cut from one character to the other. through the simultaneous presence, or co-emergence of faces in the paused view, the characters overlap for a fraction of time. who exactly is fading, in this frozen moment, is unclear. Byrne appears to be dozing off, while an ethereal, perhaps ghostly Wiest emanates from him, or enters him. one body, one mind.

it's probably good not to get too much in a patient's head - or a therapist's.

//boundaries, cabrones!//

rinpoche strikes again

2010-10-22T13:47:00.000-07:00

"seemingly endless banter
as giant rubber lips
uncover a twilight moon"

twelve-foot mystery (K)

2010-10-14T12:31:00.000-07:00

(click for full-size)

pussy-hol*2

2010-10-11T19:03:00.000-07:00

DATUM

pussyhole part 1

2010-10-07T09:28:00.001-07:00

(pyramid lake 2)

2010-08-19T15:57:00.000-07:00

(click pic)

go'go'n'callMe2

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2010-08-04T20:43:00.000-07:00

never-happened

2010-07-28T22:57:00.001-07:00

b there

2010-07-20T00:15:00.000-07:00

this sees

2010-07-20T00:08:00.001-07:00

(click pic for 100 FL faces)

4th time around x 6 videos (Bob Dylan MSI Camp @ 4th of Juplaya)

2010-07-10T15:05:00.000-07:00

drivin' around on Cinco de Playo

Bob sings "4th time around"
tryin' to exit the dust
"fill up your shoe and bring it to you"

(click, then select "Play All Videos")

Visions of Space (on back of fish truck that loads / while conscience explodes)

2010-07-09T15:34:00.000-07:00

*Bob Dylan Mental Sanity Institute Camp @ JuPlaya*

(click pic for slideshow, then F11 for full screen)

b*space

2010-07-08T11:53:00.000-07:00

(click pics, then F11 for full-size)

and it occurred to me just then, that what was lacking in our urban captivity was the sense, the true, unquestioned and immediate sense, of boundless space... the Bob Dylan Mental Sanity Institute Camp @ JuPlaya was a direct experience of this.

feelin lucky

2010-06-28T14:05:00.000-07:00

'n->gesture

2010-06-25T14:13:00.001-07:00

(the usual: RgtClk > DSkTBkGRD)

2010-06-14T22:03:00.000-07:00

(Richard Anuszkiewicz (b. 1930) > Sunrise, 1969 < eYeRetool)

(Right-click & tile wallpaper)

shadowland (random butt dials #1)

2010-05-28T15:06:00.000-07:00

(click once, then right click for desktop background)

orphans stand tall

2010-05-27T20:47:00.000-07:00

(click to read)

(spectrum IV, 1967)

2010-05-27T13:30:00.000-07:00

small time crooks click here

dept. of lobster

2010-05-21T10:03:00.000-07:00

linguistics .>. linguini .>. langostini
(acoustics)

(la langosta esta hecha)

* * * Monticello - NYU - May2010

won't pull u down / G.A.Divide part 1

2010-05-14T11:29:00.000-07:00

Honesdale, Pa.: there were days when the Great American Divide was more apparent - rainy days, for instance - it weighed you down, like gravity gone 10fold. at other times, it was smalltown bliss all over again.

(tocar el pretzel para slideshow)

,,, your listening pleasure ,,,

2010-05-13T07:27:00.000-07:00

1. very brief concerto for pot lids # 1 adaggio ma non troppo
(Background sounds provided by my father opening a closet)

followed by:

2. you want a toe / I got a toe
Recording inspired by the real-life encounter with Kirk, a Wayne County, Pa. resident who may or may not really talk that way, and who may have said such a thing (including its repetitions) had he watched "the big lebowsky" a ridiculously large number of times. This would have caused him to quote dialogues from the movie at rather random and not entirely infrequent moments of his shady - some might say questionable - existence.

Very brief concerto for pot lids # 1 - adaggio ma non troppo by eYe-Marshall

You want a toe - i got a toe by eYe-Marshall

twoStates / 3wishes

2010-05-10T07:25:00.000-07:00

twoStates goes back to Pavement's slanted & enchanted
3Wishes could very well be the 3Brujas...

(click pic for slideshow)

PA4.0 // buttPuppy10

2010-05-04T07:11:00.000-07:00

(click pic for slideshow)

CA * Vice (Here)

2010-04-26T23:43:00.000-07:00

(the quality of things that makes them difficult to insure)

fb*eYe

2010-04-18T12:50:00.000-07:00

(click pic for slideshow)

puzzling the evidence

2010-04-16T10:46:00.001-07:00

("moth.212 > drawn by city lights" - click pic to enlarge)
(tools @ newyorker/jigsaw)

my luck with the bea(s)t(s)

2010-04-13T23:27:00.000-07:00

(Bag @ Cathy Concha)

bwj

2010-04-07T16:37:00.000-07:00

if u listen to Blind Willie Johnson playing and humming "Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground" you might get that sense of time stretching, or standing still. a hot day, in the South. a creaking old porch - dusty and all that. Blind Willie dressed impeccably. a man of faith. that's it, there's nothing much else to say. 1927...

and then there's Blind Boy Fuller, Blind Willie McTell, Blind Blake... is everybody blind???

U start me UP (marsh*mello)

2010-04-05T12:05:00.001-07:00

(the drill, as u've come to know it: click pic for slideshow)

valued member (just after eYe-marsh madness)

2010-04-01T20:56:00.000-07:00

("Marsh Madness", courtesy Patricia Carlson - eYe Marsh re-tool)

"whitnial" (*kl), below this post, is the brain child of the Whitney Museum in Manhattan and its famed Biennial. a contraction of sorts.

i ordered a new camera. a Nikon, basic point and shoot. and that's precisely the point: and shoot. arrives by April 15th - B&H has a pretty hefty passover holiday.

from then on be ready for 2 or 3 developments from the eYe-Marshall hanger: the actual photographic work, the textual, and more volume, installation-based pieces (including works by Ben Litzky and Boodhi C. McNunn, key figures of the Arizona and California avant-guard renaissance).

thanks for your patience & for being a valued member of the marsh :)

*kl

2010-03-31T21:28:00.000-07:00

and my fat drunk uncle who'll sleep in my room tonight (on the floor). it's cool / not weird. done it before. talks in his sleep though. a lot. stuff about being orange + filled with water - and useful at burning man. whatever. right now he's in the passenger seat. asleep (he always is). big ass weight shifting dangerously towards me in these redwood turns. i secure him with a bungee cord.

(artwork, not courtesy of the Whitney Biennale((

yr.inREview

2010-01-27T21:21:00.000-08:00

(most of it)

park and drive

2010-01-07T19:20:00.000-08:00

(click pic for slideshow)

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TwoTwoTwo / Hyde

2009-12-17T19:23:00.000-08:00

(u know the drill)

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vortex .02

2009-12-14T18:11:00.000-08:00

(click pic for slideshow)

spOOnMe

2009-08-28T21:00:00.000-07:00

it's candle light time up on the Mesa. i realize i don't capitalize much. there's a smooth warm breeze tonight. unheard of...

this post was going to be about how more and more things in our lives talk to us. think about it. your Iphone, your cereal box, your laptop. much more than, say, a spoon or a wave. silence & skill.

(click to enlarge, right click for desktop)

ePoop (gossip.09)

2009-08-08T18:50:00.001-07:00

(click pic for more + F11 for fullscreen)

77 / 77

2009-07-17T20:47:00.000-07:00

Last century, 77 was the year I moved from New York City to Nice, France. I was seven. Now, I'm back in the States - California.

This track by the Slip is kind of an indie/redneck tune. But, somehow, the words speak straight to what's on my mind when I think of the years when I left NYC. Except for the vocals at 3'27'' that throw me off, it's a pretty damn good tune and the lyrics shake >> "Even though the race may never be won / I can lay like a dandy, get heavy in the sun".

The Slip - Even Rats by eYe-Marshall

(the picture makes a cool desktop background, just click on it - then right click on it)

AspeX

2009-07-16T01:36:00.000-07:00

(click pic for slideshow, F11 for full screen)

Don't Stop ('til u get enough)

2009-06-26T20:01:00.000-07:00

Now you see him... now you don't.

(sound courtesy of Yoshinori Sunahara - leave your email and I can send you the mp3))

twatter

2009-06-20T17:36:00.000-07:00

cross-profiling / / residual self-image

popular mechanics

2009-06-16T18:37:00.000-07:00

I finally nailed "MECHAИiX " under the street sign on Poplar Road. e-nunciation, not spelling. A tribute to an iconic magazine.

(click pic for slideshow, hit F11 for fullscreen)

the connection

2009-06-13T18:01:00.000-07:00

reviewed below: martinKippenberger >>> (flagg.2 > means of entry)

(click pic for slideshow, then F11 for fullscreen)

River Valley Car Repair part2

2009-06-11T16:40:00.000-07:00

so that's the sequel to the River Valley Car Repair post of May 14th. dancing & jumping around bakwudz is really hard, even to Jimpster. I almost fell. YOU try it!

(Sleeper, courtesy of Jimspster)

Flag sequence - Port Jervis, NY: GB(J)A

2009-06-02T23:15:00.000-07:00

G.od B.less (J.obless) A.merica. Port Jervis never really felt like it was an economic beehive. But last month it looked like it had hit the bottom. Somehow, it's in these down and out, vacant towns that the flag seems to be flown the most - and always in the most random places.

(click pic for slideshow, hit F11 for fullscreen)

Feel Like Paradise

2009-05-23T19:42:00.000-07:00

Not a very assuming track at the beginning. Just a simple disco beat (but a damn good one). But then comes a nice surprise at the second half of the track - don't skip to it, just keep playing. The groove blends elegantly into a gem of Disco-Soul memorabilia.

The Revenge - Night Flight by eYe-Marshall

Did you feel it coming? :) Who'd have guessed that's where the song was headed... Mashup at its best, and pithy lyrics of wundah! Courtesy of our friends at Leftside Wobble.

tumblin-weeds

2009-05-16T10:56:00.000-07:00

(Narrowsburg, N.Y.)

River Valley Car Repair

2009-05-14T12:20:00.000-07:00

(click pic to start slideshow, hit F11 for full screen)

first*prints

2009-04-11T21:42:00.000-07:00

feet first >>> footprints*

foot prints >>> feetfirst

*play Michael Wolf's track "Footprints", keep that browser open, then open next link.

when mind gazes into mind itself

2009-04-11T19:04:00.000-07:00

That line is from Tilopa's instructions to Naropa. Lama Wangdor Rinpoche is in town this weekend for a two-day Mahamudra teaching. Click pic below to embark on a sort of "clear light"tour. Hit F11 and you'll get a lot more space!

16-Astoria

2009-04-04T19:54:00.000-07:00

Anyone who knew me when I was sixteen will recognize this jacket. "HW" is for Hot Wheels, my DJ moniker back then. I got the jacket in Astoria, Queens, just off 31st Ave and asked to have the letters sewn on to it. It was winter of '85 or '86 and the movie Krush Groove had just come out.

The Muir Woods patch came much later, obviously.

This picture is non sequitur (as is picture #4 below)

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"Birdie" (detail)

North & Dill. // Part 1: North Beach

2009-04-02T16:54:00.000-07:00

Two days on the road, 4o miles north of Bolinas, sleeping in the Wagon. Day 1: Parking lot in North Beach (Point Reyes National Seashore). Day 2: Morning dew on the windows & Park Ranger taps at my window. Quick drive to check out South Beach, then the long haul to Dillon Beach.

Notice, in one of the shots, the "Pago Pago Yacht Club" (pink letters) T-shirt hanging on one of the rear seats. My dad used to wear it back in the late 80's - early 90's.

(more pics? click the South Beach parking lot above, then hit F11 for full screen)

grew-some

2009-03-27T21:14:00.000-07:00

A few days ago the three sheep at the farm were slaughtered. Once killed, they were wrapped in cloth and hung for 24 hours. At night, they stayed in spotlights and the radio played to keep mountain lions away. Byron stayed on the site in the trailer for the night. The whole sight was kind of spooky.

The rest of the activities involved a lot of cutting, chopping, grounding and sausage smoking*.

(click picture for more photos and F11 for full screen)

*smoking sausages could be better for your health than smoking cigarettes.

Pynchon McMuffin: seen in the background holding his breath

2009-03-15T14:11:00.000-07:00

Phew. It's been 3 months since anything was posted on eYe-Marshall. If you've been visiting and seeing the same "sweet guantanamo" post and wondering what the heck's been going on... thanks for your patience! First, in January, my screen died out, then the entire laptop, then I moved out of my place - all of this wasn't too conducive to keeping eYe Marsh updated. I found a new home, a mile down the road* starting April 1st. So I still live in Bolinas, CA and until I move in I'm staying with the folks at RDI, a permaculture farm where Sarah works. I might also take a road or a hiking trip for a few days.

(click picture for slide show, then hit F11 for full screen)

*I also discovered an old semi-abandoned fisherman's cabin at the edge of the Mesa overlooking the ocean, a cool place to roll out a sleeping bag once in while.

Sweet Guantanamo (#16)

2009-01-26T19:39:00.000-08:00

"... including sugar free desserts for our health conscious guests..."

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(Horizon Casino Resort, Lake Tahoe, CA)

Limantour and Tomales Bay (with my dad)

2009-01-16T21:35:00.000-08:00

I have books I've been given, books I found at the free bookstore in Point Reyes, Buddhist books, plus The New Yorker, Mother Jones, Surfer's Journal... all in some state of reading...

My dad is here visiting for two weeks. Click pics below to see what came out of our trips up to Limantour and, a few days later, to Tomales Bay (then hit F11 for full screen).

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Jus' Breathin' --- Great Transference (continued)

2009-01-05T11:54:00.000-08:00

A few days around Dec. 31st, I was wandering in and out of the house, amazed by the sunlight and everything in it. There were chocolates, a pair of jeans, a sock, some books, veggies, a poem by Milarepa... and an odd novel by Kenneth Patchen. On Dec. 31st, Sarah and I drove down to Los Gatos - on the way, I took a picture of a highway overpass. Click the pic above to see s'more.

Just sitting...

2009-01-04T14:10:00.000-08:00

... in my spot at sundown, on a road that might be "Mistle", near Brownell's cute little house. A few more funny faces came up, breaking some inner stillness.

(click pic for sit-spot views)

Puddle-ology on Big Mesa

2008-12-26T17:29:00.000-08:00

Up on Big Mesa there is an area known as "Monghabaasi" - which means "land of puddlesome", an area rich in converging puddles. After the heavy rains last week, I went on a reconnaissance tour with Everett McNamara. We spotted at least five "crater" formations, slightly morphed by the lay of the land and shifting towards "cross-mud" configurations. We also came upon several "dry wind*beds" - former puddle locations that ran dry - including a rare, 7 foot-long Hans Buber pocket, and an exquisite appearance of the just recently categorized Piloti Shamaan. Interspersed between these findings are shots of Mesa scenery.

(click pic fo' mo' mud)

Solistice Sky

2008-12-22T12:13:00.001-08:00

(looked a bit like this - click to enlarge)

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(this one was taken a few days before)

say it ain't soap (Joe) // very tall me

2008-12-06T11:17:00.000-08:00

after a hummingbird/mailbox sighting I ran into my friends from the doggie crew (Dolores, Nancy and Evelyn and their pups Dexter et al.) on Cherry Rd. then, I headed up at dusk to RDI (regenerative design institute) up on Mesa Rd. to help the folks there make soap.

oh and I also became "very tall me"...

dralas and boddhisattvas on Mistle Rd.

2008-12-02T13:11:00.000-08:00

I sometimes take wood from a neighbor's pile. No one ever goes to that house and the wood is left to rot. A couple of weeks ago, I was doing this with my arm in a sling and someone walking their dog saw me. I felt caught, even though I didn't think taking a small log from the 4-foot high/20-foot wide pile was much of a crime. It was Dolores who lives one road down. I became less distraught once I realized it was someone I knew, but felt self conscious. As we greeted I tried not to dwell in this feeling.

(clicking them carrots goes to more yummy pics)

Then some small magic occurred. Dolores said "I'll help you place the log you have under your arm, then you can get another one and hold it in your hand. Two logs are better than one!" It seemed like there was a dance of friendly spirits springing from nature to my aide.

the power of artistic reference

2008-11-24T18:07:00.000-08:00

(or was it just the magic of art?)
when i saw the sky tonight, i couldn't help thinking of mark rothko

rainbow buddy* & the 5.lites of the Great T.

2008-11-21T12:59:00.000-08:00

As the sun dove into the great Ocean Pacific yesterday, Miksang (Tibetan for "good eYe", photographer friends, please check the link!) came up. And so did "Five Lights of the Great Transference...", from the supplication** for the longevity of Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche.

("rainbow buddy .20", click pic for more prismatic buddies)

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*"rainbow buddy" is dedicated to Michael Kennedy, who gave me this lovely prism at Karme Choling, VT in 2005, and to the Sakyong, whose birthday was on Nov. 15th!

**more on the supplication text itself here.

www.woodpicker.dog // freedom suite

2008-11-20T22:49:00.000-08:00

many of you good folks could care less that I was again walking around picking wood on this fine day - who could blame you? certainly not me. and so life goes on. who even remembers our good pal, walter c. breeze? he's only gone tomorrow and here today (but not in Bo.).

this time, a series of "woodpicker" songs came up - involving a barking dog or two. I proceeded to record them in my cel which crashed when it ran out of space.

freedom suite is an album by Sonny Rollins.

whatever u do - dontchya worry!

2008-11-19T17:29:00.000-08:00

i was down on cherry road after catching the sunset and looking for logs for my fire. a spontaneous yogic song came up (just after meeting dexter, the dog, whose back i scratched with a log). here goes:

i call my dog "dude"
i call him that way
because today
i went out looking for dog names
and "dude"
is what came up

'course, you gotta put music to the words (which i did for better or, probably, worse), kinda like a Khenpo Rinpoche song. maybe a dexter gordon tune.

on my way back, holding my logs, and now my mail (a kaiser letter), i tried to get a picture of dex - with my letter, as if the mail was his. then i realized his owner had been sitting right there all the time while i was talking some vague nonesense to dex and singing my stupid song. evelyn's her name.

(dexter got kaiser junk mail & was so happy about it, 't was hard to get him to sit still - "sit", i ordered, hoping he'd get into vajra posture)

today is "save the air day" 'round here. ha! talk on my road from nancy and dolores is: "will we light fires tonight so we don't freeze to death?". same dilemma as the commuter pondering bart or the oil leeking suv.

maybe we could have a big collective fire, i suggested.

3pm - waiting for Walter C. Breeze

2008-11-19T11:43:00.000-08:00

The Walter C. Breeze project calls for an explanation. And, as such, it becomes a project - simply by attempting definition. Until then, it's just another name in the wind.

Walter Breeze appeared in the vast expanse between my earlobes last night. Looking at a Groove Salad playlist, I came upon a song titled "Water Breeze" but my mind saw "Walter Breeze". Interesting name. Right under that song was another, by Canadian artist Dino Pacifici. Facebook status - "Keith is still awake, in the memoirs of Dino Pacific and Walter Breeze".

Today, Dino left the expanse, or so it seemed. Quietly. It seems he rolled down the hill with the engine off so as not to wake anyone up. But now Walter C. Breeze (Sea Breeze) lingers on, at least until 3 pm when we are to meet, for the first time, at my house for afternoon tea.

(while-u -wait: these just in, click above - Bolinas Lagoon)

*connection to the Pacific frontier.

100 Florida moods

2008-11-03T17:20:00.000-08:00

Looks like I may be leaving Bolinas in the next month or so... depending on, well, whether it's time to or not...

In the meantime another coastal exploration is up - Florida: Miami to Key West. I flew out there in October with Laurent - a web guy and creator of 50i50. Free airfare and hotels.

The +100 funny faces (click on the one above for the nindynine) that came up as we drove from Key West to Miami for the return flight show the strange tropical mood we ended up in.

!!!ya vote!!!

Days that start with "dbl-u" / Haydn the fog

2008-09-24T14:05:00.000-07:00

I thought about it, quite hard, yes, as I gazed into the semi-darkness of my coffee cup. I even looked at other weeks on the calendar, but the only match I could find, or that was close at least, was "Wednesday". "Try harder, I thought, "look at last month, or even 2006 and 2007". But where would that get me? Only into more trouble. So there. Today happens to be Wednesday, the day I carry my garbage out (at night) to dump it in the neighbors' bins. As such, Wed. is a very important day on the calendar.

Haydn? Where is he? Hard to tell in this fog... I guess he's hidin' in it. So well I cannot hear his music (I can't even see the ocean 40 yards away). Which is why I have Paul Weller playin on the hifi - an album from the days of the Fondation des Etats Unis back in early 90's Paris. "Wild Wood": good stuff, reminds me of Van Morrison or Steve Winwood.

(Stubbed toe? No sir, no m'am, I stepped on a blackberry while picking some. Same looks but no pain. Click photo above for slideshow of morning fog - then hit F11 for full screen. Bonus shots include hanging artwork from the artist and his buddies)

Oooh la la la (sing it)... it’s been 4 days with no sunshine

2008-09-11T16:20:00.000-07:00

Rummaging thru a few still un-emptied suitcases I find this jacket Jen gave me last May. I put it on. Feels nice and cozy. Harada Roshi, a zen master, is coming to town on Sunday. I’m listening to an old Fugees LP on the lower deck outside while writing on my laptop - niggaz on mah deck. I finally have phone service. EDD has declined my claim for unemployment money. They were my only sponsor for my projects*. Trivia in the eYe of mother nature? Yes, probably. Other than that there is nothing going on besides the Great O.p. and its rolling waves below. "Nothing happens by the sea", Chris Rea sang - a long time ago.

(Click "Jenz Coat" above - a sort of tribute to Andrew Wyeth's "Ghost" - for slideshow, then hit F11 for full-screen)

And speaking of eYe, this blog has may have become the journal of my Bolinas chapter. But I still want to keep it down to low text / mostly photography.

After I wrote this Jannick, my new French friend from Bo. came over for tea. Then the sun came out and it is nice again. So I'm off to grab a wetsuit Jannick's lets me borrow and get a few good strokes in the ocean. Maybe some boogie board too.

*Among others, see Homegrown Muthaz of the Great O.p.

Friends' visit

2008-09-08T16:18:00.000-07:00

Sylvie and Laurent drove up from San Franciso on Saturday and got lost a few times on the way. They forgot to get off at the Stinson Beach exit on 101. Then on their way down from Olema they missed the turn from 1 to Bolinas. Anyone would have. But they made it.

(Click "Laurent Spins Seaweed" above to see more pictures, then hit F11 for full-screen)

That night after a walk to Agate Beach and dinner, they slept on their air mattress on the porch, under the milky way.

Otherwise, not a whole lot going on today. The sky is gray. Scott, the plumber is in the house fixing a defective shower (hot water takes about 5 minutes to arrive, then only lasts 3 minutes!). I took a swim in the neighbor's pool. According to Paul, my landlord, anyone who lives in Bolinas is welcome to walk in and take a swim. Great spirit!

In plane language - moon walks

2008-09-06T12:02:00.000-07:00

Lately I’ve been obsessed with form. Not any particular form. Just a sense of visual balance. Tonight I was thinking of “form is empty of form”. I recalled that this was a line of the Heart Sutra - The Great Mother Prajnaparamita. But just to be sure, I decided to google Heart Sutra to get the exact phrase. Then I remembered: I don’t have internet here. Luckily, I had the original text upstairs on a shelf. But then I realized I did not have to go get it because I knew the sutra (almost) by… heart (in fact I get mixed up when Avalokiteshvara starts listing all these things...).

Well, in fact the sutra says something else: “form is emptiness, emptiness is also form”.

So what to make of “form is empty of form”? Where did that come from? Did I make it up? I doubt it. Probably sumthin’ floatin’ ‘round that ol’ mindstream o’ mine. So at this point the best thing to do would be to just look at the goddam text. Surrender to the source. But no, I was sure in my guts that “form is empty of form” was not in that Sutra. It was somewhere else.

While I write this, behind me, inside of Smiley's Saloon, someone is blasting ACDC's Hell Bells.

(Click "Shaky Moon" above to see more pictures, then hit F11 for full-screen)

life's a series of WOWs

2008-09-05T12:15:00.000-07:00

yes siree. and that's why today I'm dedicating this post to my dad who used to tell me "life's series of nows" (and he was right!) and to the kind Lisa Castillo who sent me this cool card (shown below and on slideshow, with Duxberry Reef in background) to welcome me to my new digs in Bolinas. I wonder if life is a series of vows, too :)

(Click "Wow" photo above to start slideshow, then hit F11 for full-screen)

travels in Coastal America: BOLINAS, CA

2008-09-03T11:23:00.000-07:00

last night, when I officially moved into the house in Bolinas - I pulled the stereo out on the deck. I had a candle on a table I found in the Presidio
and far west, out by Point Reyes, I watched that red sliver of a moon
set
into the Great Ocean Pacific

I had Pat's album with Brad Meldhau
cool

also lots o' stars - huge milky way - and
could even see a satellite
strange business

(Click "End" photo above to start slideshow, then hit F11 for full-screen)

drive to SF was a breeze, no cars, just the great ocean on my right
the drive back was an experience to be filed somewhere between "Guns for the Eldery", published by The National Enquirer in 1979, and a movie starring Marty Feldman and his real life twin, Gus, as two super-competitive life coaches living in Marin

the reality was worse & shared borders with the inexpressible
I started wondering why I came to the city in the first //freakin'// place
the Presidio pool was closed for works

"ah put mah thumb up yo ass" was one of the things I did not think of,
oddly enough

and Trader Joe's was packed a line of cars waiting just to get in the lot
so I parked illegally and skipped to the store in my flip flops
there were millions of people
trying to grab things in front of me - behind me
they all seemed to be struggling with every inch of their existence
except for a woman in running gear who kept flashing nice big smiles at me
while she dodged
- quite nimbly and gracefully I must add -
slow pokes or those struck with terminal shopping confusion

(no I didn’t ask for her number, but I was tempted)

at one point I took someone else's cart by miSTake
an attractive blonde, a bit Russian looking
right: that's how I ended up with a bag of parsnips!
didn't even now TJ's sold any

then Cars everywhere! and Houses everywhere not an inch of sand or grass or tree not sticking out of
Cement
Like a crow in the fog
Clement street dim sum hell

And then driving back - ahem, crawling - in the little Civic - up the coast, just past Muir Beach
a very in a hurry Volvo Wagon up my ass

The whole journey to SF thing just made me sympathize with people like
my dad who, after leaving a cozy bed in nice quiet morning apple blossom
(Another planet, incomprehensible divide)
places like, say an old house in North Eastern Pennsylvania, think they’ve fallen down the rabbit whole as they start hitting the NY Thruway or the Long Island Expressway.

Last June, my pops had to drive 3 hours to pick up his son at fucking JFK at, that’s right, rush hour - and I am really grateful to him

Just not something folks really want to deal with

So while I was out on the deck
watching the moon I realized I was seeing it as I had never seen it before, or maybe on one or two occasions
Not the sun going Down
But the moon, also, leaving even before the night had arrived
And leaving us with
What?
A moonless night
yes
But what an exit she made

And for the first time I also saw the moon
Because I had really looked at her
as Acharya David Schneider pointed out the day I took my vows
or as I recall he may have said

Then after she, the moon, went her way,
I struggled
yes I do that too, more often then not
istruggd (new word, kinda Norwegian looking) between cooking or writing
And when that subsided
I ended up with this:

First, make a bed of steaming jasmine rice
Pour olive oil and soy sauce
Generous on the olive J - oui

sprinkle with large qty. of shredded nori
layer with a fine coat of alfalfa
And bring it home with a topping of fresh California fig
Settle for no less!

A mesmerizing dance
Of watermelon sunshine

Coastal explorations - part I

2008-08-22T19:52:00.000-07:00

Over the last 3 months I've been driving up and down the coast of NorCal between Pigeon Point Lighthouse and Point Reyes National Seashore, stopping at almost every beach and cliff. These trips were done alone or with occasional companions, sleeping in the back of my newly acquired 1989 Civic Wagon (generously donated by my friend Christophe Schuhmann) or a tent. I've also been taking lots of walks - almost every day after work! - on Baker Beach in the Presidio, where I relocated last March.

(the O.p. seen from our tent above Agate Beach, Bolinas)

Check out the first series to come out of these wanderings: Mr. Pelican and peeps hang at Homer's Fish Joint. The graceful patterns in which these birds glide are mesmerizing.

In the next week or so I hope to add a series of surf/beach scenes, as well as shots of the incredible waves that the great O.p. (Ocean Pacific) rolls out from moment to moment. Gazing out at these rollers from a high cliff between Pacifica and Montara sure beats watching the Olympics... in my humble opinion.

tranquility will eat you (and James' soup too)

2008-08-20T15:46:00.001-07:00

Last week we ran into James. His beard had grown 19 inches while he was eating soup. It was all soaked and laden with soupy bits of bread and veggies.

(click picture below for tranquilitySoup, then hit F11 for full screen)

2008-08-08T15:56:00.000-07:00

...numberz like these...

08.08.08

'cause you're too hush hush...

2008-07-24T00:03:00.000-07:00

...eYe 2 eye
(yes, this is a link)
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(click photo to enlarge)

eYe-Marshall

Bridal World

george

i.tox (hagakure)

&found

ɥsǝɹɟ

In Geist (pause*)

rinpoche strikes again

twelve-foot mystery (K)

pussy-hol*2

pussyhole part 1

(pyramid lake 2)

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never-happened

b there

this sees

4th time around x 6 videos (Bob Dylan MSI Camp @ 4th of Juplaya)

Visions of Space (on back of fish truck that loads / while conscience explodes)

b*space

feelin lucky

'n->gesture

*shadowland* (random butt dials #1)

orphans stand tall

(spectrum IV, 1967)

dept. of lobster

won't pull u down / G.A.Divide part 1

,,, your listening pleasure ,,,

twoStates / 3wishes

PA4.0 // buttPuppy10

CA * Vice (Here)

fb*eYe

puzzling the evidence

my luck with the bea(s)t(s)

bwj

U start me UP (marsh*mello)

valued member (just after eYe-marsh madness)

*kl

yr.inREview

park and drive

TwoTwoTwo / Hyde

vortex .02

spOOnMe

ePoop (gossip.09)

77 / 77

AspeX

Don't Stop ('til u get enough)

twatter

popular mechanics

the connection

River Valley Car Repair part2

Flag sequence - Port Jervis, NY: GB(J)A

Feel Like Paradise

tumblin-weeds

River Valley Car Repair

first*prints

when mind gazes into mind itself

16-Astoria

North & Dill. // Part 1: North Beach

grew-some

Pynchon McMuffin: seen in the background holding his breath

Sweet Guantanamo (#16)

Limantour and Tomales Bay (with my dad)

Jus' Breathin' --- Great Transference (continued)

Just sitting...

Puddle-ology on Big Mesa

Solistice Sky

say it ain't soap (Joe) // very tall me

dralas and boddhisattvas on Mistle Rd.

the power of artistic reference

rainbow buddy* & the 5.lites of the Great T.

www.woodpicker.dog // freedom suite

whatever u do - dontchya worry!

3pm - waiting for Walter C. Breeze

100 Florida moods

Days that start with "dbl-u" / Haydn the fog

Oooh la la la (sing it)... it’s been 4 days with no sunshine

Friends' visit

In plane language - moon walks

life's a series of WOWs

travels in Coastal America: BOLINAS, CA

shadowland (random butt dials #1)