Smile like you mean it.

admin — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 18:18:38 +0000

And every so often, it is essential for a man of culture to smile for hours on end…

Pearl Buck on the subject of creative minds…

admin — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 17:19:48 +0000

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off… They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.”

I’ve been to the darkest place you know.

admin — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 20:51:00 +0000

There is a place we never really want to visit, but we always arrive here. The place that you hate to see – your pulsating heart plays chord after chord: the sound so loud the neighbors shout, “shut the fuck up.” The reality that is only reminded to us at our lowest points. Stepping outside of the shower, staring at yourself, in the nude. You came home empty-handed: laid off – expecting a promotion, knowing your fifteen years of service at Proctor & Gamble were never appreciated. Fearing your wife’s reaction when you try to subtly mention, “we have to remove our offer on the summer home in Naples.”

No golf, no weekend getaways to Nantucket, less frequent trips to the Hamptons and flying private isn’t an option – unless the jet belongs to a friend. But, what can you do when faced with all of life’s adversities and the only person worth turning to is you. The only person that can hear you is your subconscious – you attempt to woo him to sleep with shots of Jameson…sleeping with cheap hookers at asian massage parlors, hoping the happy ending will last after your departure. $120 poorer, a few ounces of seamen lighter, infinite levels of respect lost for yourself. I’m still trying to pick myself up. Knowing the answer to your problems; is half the problem, with having problems.

kissing: a long lost art

admin — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 18:05:11 +0000

Travis has hair.

admin — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 16:31:10 +0000

Meet Travis A. McMichael III. A budding writer based in New York City who is doing some beautiful things in the arts. I followed him for a little while one day the pictures will tell you a few things.

pharmacy flow.

travis + af

elevator go up

nevermore.

hw.

hope floats.

rain/shine

admin — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 10:19:36 +0000

Rain is part of the program – get familiar with it.

rain/shine

live it all up.

admin — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 10:15:27 +0000

Life is short, you can have anything that you want. Not to be confused with the thought that life is easy. Perhaps I might make it look easy, but it is never easy. I am afraid to use such connotation because it is infectious ideas like such that if populated through my spirit might change my demeanor… no no no my friends life is many things: tedious, joyous, stressful, passionate, b e a u t i f u l, but never will it be easy. If it was, then you would be able to have it. PERIOD.

Myself & close confidant James.

Thank you Teddy.

admin — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 09:29:09 +0000

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes up short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”

- Teddy Roosevelt

No one better.

admin — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 15:56:42 +0000

I lack the words for a proper introduction.

Ry Cuming – Always Remember Me

admin — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 20:38:48 +0000

My cousin Browne has been telling me about this guy for some time now. The story is important, but better suited when there is ample time. Ry recently released a self-titled debut album. Please enjoy as I have and will continue to.

and this is a very nice way to enjoy the same song.