the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

in a very low voice

“She loved that man madly, but in a delirious way of some kind; there was never any mooching and mincing around, just talk and a very deep companionship that none of us would ever be able to fathom. Something curiously unsympathetic and cold between them was really a form of humor by which they communicated their own set of subtle vibrations. Love is all; Jane was never more than ten feet away from Bull and never missed a word he said, and he spoke in a very low voice, too.”

~Jack Kerouac, On the Road

photo found while combing through the old photos.
love taken by lover in an abandoned building,
the building
now torn down and gone.
but the heart remains.


right down the line

once upon a time in los angeles, i indulged in the hobby of record collecting, accumulating eventually thousands of records (mainly from here and from thrift stores). the main wall of my studio apartment was hidden by a bookshelf of records, paperback novels, and random knickknacks. on the weekends, i’d open up the windows, crank up the old turntable, and let the sounds of steely dan, linda ronstadt, neil young, the pretenders, and king crimson (and so much more) echo across the courtyard.

one record in particular hangs as the hallmark of my time by the sea, in that tiny koreatown apartment five years ago. what a surprise to find out gerry rafferty died two weeks ago.

another reason for home

“I want to make it clear that I don’t see homeschooling as some kind of answer to badness of schools. I think that the home is the proper base for the exploration of the world which we call learning or education. Home would be the best base no matter how good the schools were.”

a man with beautiful thoughts, including learning to play the cello at 40.
what will you learn at 40?
that’s almost four years away for me.
(p.s. thank you kimberly for the introduction).