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01.13.12

01.13.12

14 March 2012 • 01.13.12 camping or lincoln city yurt trippy marty savant rahdika taya

01.01.12 Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real. —Niels Bohr

01.01.12

Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real.

—Niels Bohr

14 March 2012 • 01.01.12 pdx or reed canyon trippy

12.31.12 My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations. —found somewhere online

12.31.12

My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.

—found somewhere online

29 February 2012 • 12.31.12 pdx or new years eve taya trippy

12.01.11 The flame is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines. —Friedrich Nietzsche

12.01.11

The flame is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines.

—Friedrich Nietzsche

18 January 2012 • 12.01.11 pdx or su reed trippy

06.08.11 Dew evaporates and all our world is dew so dear so fresh so fleeting —Lloyd Reynolds, Calligraphy for the People

06.08.11

Dew evaporates

and all our world is dew

so dear

so fresh

so fleeting

—Lloyd Reynolds, Calligraphy for the People

16 June 2011 • 06.08.11 Wednesday pdx holocene trippy

05.14.11

05.14.11

29 May 2011 • 05.14.11 pdx friday kelly moving trippy

05.07.11

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9 May 2011 • 05.07.11 saturday pdx reed Renn Fayre fireworks trippy

03.15.11

me: While I try to live in the present

 I also like the idea of my future self

and thanking my past self for thinking of me

flute: i like that thought but i’m on the phone with my mom

—referencing Radiolab, Help!

18 March 2011 • 03.15.11 xmas mt tabor pdx trippy

02.12.11 Would you complain because a beautiful sunset doesn’t have a future or a shooting star a payoff? And why should romance ‘lead anywhere’? Passion isn’t a path through the woods. Passion is the woods. It’s the deepest, wildest part of the forest; the grove where the fairies still dance and obscene old vipers snooze in the boughs. Everybody but the most dried up and dysfunctional is drawn to the grove and enchanted by its mysteries, but then they just can’t wait to call in the chain saws and bulldozers and replace it with a family-style restaurant or a new S and L. That’s the payoff I guess. Safety. Security. Certainty. Yes, indeed. Well, remember this, pussy latte: we’re not involved in a ‘relationship’, you and I, we’re involved in a collision. Collisions don’t much lend themselves to secure futures, but the act of colliding is hard to beat for interest. —Tom Robbins

02.12.11

Would you complain because a beautiful sunset doesn’t have a future or a shooting star a payoff? And why should romance ‘lead anywhere’? Passion isn’t a path through the woods. Passion is the woods. It’s the deepest, wildest part of the forest; the grove where the fairies still dance and obscene old vipers snooze in the boughs. Everybody but the most dried up and dysfunctional is drawn to the grove and enchanted by its mysteries, but then they just can’t wait to call in the chain saws and bulldozers and replace it with a family-style restaurant or a new S and L. That’s the payoff I guess. Safety. Security. Certainty. Yes, indeed. Well, remember this, pussy latte: we’re not involved in a ‘relationship’, you and I, we’re involved in a collision. Collisions don’t much lend themselves to secure futures, but the act of colliding is hard to beat for interest.

—Tom Robbins

14 February 2011 • 02.12.11 saturday pdx the delta radhika trippy