latent memory
explore and you shall discover.
“…as important a value as efficiency is, resilience finally is a more important value. And efficient systems by definition are not resilient because resiliency depends on redundancy.”
—Michael Pollan on FORA.tv
i’ve tried to tell you (in my mind)
so many times before,
but when the thoughts do reach my lips
they hide behind an open door.
i’ll let you in but hide I still
you’ll only know my ghost.
it always seems the things unsaid
are those which matter most.
by Jessica Daly
“i promise to spend fifteen minutes a week looking up at the sky.”
i’ve written three songs in total. one of them, the first one i ever wrote, i finally recorded at work one day. it sounds like a live performance, but that’s okay. there was a leak in the room at the time, so there is this slight dripping in the background. i’ve decided to mask this by adding a recording of rain to the whole song. it should be fitting anyway.
the other two songs are just short pieces for piano. perhaps they’ll get bigger, perhaps they’ll stay small. i imagine them to be phrases in a larger poem - some sort of album. i guess i still need more material before that will happen. but it’s finally trickling out of me.
now i wait for the trickle to become a stream.
I was on some kind of huge boat, with colorful cargo stacked up everywhere, and it was sunset and the light was so lovely. I was staring down an avenue between the cargo when you appeared, and we smiled and shouted to each other and then started to chase each other around the streets between all the colorful crates. Finally we hopped up on some of them and met, and I told you not to go away and that I was going to miss you.
You said not to worry because you would never be as far away as I thought.
And that made me smile.
ever get the feeling that you’re in just the right place, at exactly the right moment in time? i felt it, walking down market street in the balmy blue fading san francisco light. no music pumping from my earphones this time, just the pavement-sweeping swish of cars, grinding trolleys and trickling footsteps; a busker’s horn fading in and out. the summer was almost over - i thought i felt the whole world exhaling, like it too felt this perfection was not to last.
bus in the morning at 8:00. took videos on the way into san francisco because it was fairly clear. finally showed my boss what i was working on all week (new concepts and big ideas). she was on board. i’m totally stoked. went to sfMOMA with mom and josh. saw richard avedon, georgia o’keeffe, and much of the permanent collection. saw duchamp’s fountain, which i thought was the original until i looked it up just now. ride home with mom in the dark, horizon glowed deep blue from the remnants of sun. took more video of the bay. hope some of it can be used.
a friendly neighborhood cat always used to come to our house to visit. he was the nicest cat i’ve ever known. this summer, he went missing. i saw posters up on the telephone poles. tonight i decided to post this picture i took in providence last year. i wasn’t thinking about Pekoe when i selected this photo, but a few minutes before writing the post, i could have sworn i heard a cat meowing outside the house. i went to look for it, but nothing was there. is it about time to start believing in ghosts?
