Sep
15
In Sharon Meadows, for Groupaya’s first anniversary party. @eugeneerickim (Taken with Instagram)
Imperfectly Thirsty
"If your eyes are not deceived by the mirage
Do not be proud of the sharpness of your understanding;
It may be your freedom from this optical illusion
Is due to the imperfectness of your thirst."
-- Sohrawardi, as quoted in the epigraph to Galway Kinnell's book of poems, Imperfect Thirst
Aug
27
(via planworld, which you cannot likely access, sorry.) A friend posted this photo, and it pretty much made my morning.
Aug
21
I was going to forgo the filter, but I couldn’t resist applying Valencia for this shot of the Mission Playground. (Taken with Instagram at Mission Playground & Pool)
Jul
19
May
30
“For me, technique is very important. Technique is really a repetition, repetition, endless repetition of a certain movement, whether you use a knife or whatever, so it becomes so engrained, so part of yourself that you can afford to forget it, because it’s there forever.”
Eugene Eric Kim » Technique, Practice, and Craft, quoting Jacque Pépin on technique. (Have you seen the way that man takes a knife to a vegetable? The word “garnish” hardly does justice to the works of art that emerge.) This post is a good mid-year reminder of the importance of practice (and the way it will bolster your instincts in the moment).
May
27
I never tire of the sight of the Golden Gate. Happy 75th birthday to my beloved bridge! (via SFGate)
May
26
“One of my favorite authors, Frederick Buechner, puts it like this: “Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.”
Listen to Your Life – Lindsay Feldmeth | iCadenza
May
25
“If you read one book a week, starting at the age of 5, and live to be 80, you will have read a grand total of 3,900 books, a little over one-tenth of 1 percent of the books currently in print.”
Lewis Buzbee, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop (via prettybooks)
And this is why I sometimes get very, very anxious when I’m in a library or bookstore. So many books, so little time.
(via 52projects)
May
24
Jacob spoke first. “I want to know if my hair is just like yours,” he told Mr. Obama, so quietly that the president asked him to speak again. Jacob did, and Mr. Obama replied, “Why don’t you touch it and see for yourself?” He lowered his head, level with Jacob, who hesitated. “Touch it, dude!” Mr. Obama said. As Jacob patted the presidential crown, Mr. Souza snapped. “So, what do you think?” Mr. Obama asked. “Yes, it does feel the same,” Jacob said. (via Indelible Image of Boy’s Pat on Obama’s Head - NYTimes.com)
Apr
30
I totally agree with this. (via Is Instagram the Best Thing to Ever Happen to Photography?)
YES.
“However, I’m not obsessive about my obsessions, or I’m disciplined about them at least. I choose my obsessions carefully, simply because I know that I cannot possibly go deeply down all of the paths that interest me.”
Eugene Eric Kim » DSLR vs Point-and-Shoot Cameras: Tools vs Craft, and the Nature of Obsession My brother is such a geek, but I’ll be the first (maybe the second?) to admit that it runs in the family. Also, his geekdom makes me the beneficiary of many a fine meal (mmm, homemade sausage). And you and I can also enjoy his excellent photography, which just keeps getting better.
Apr
23
“When I look back on my life, the parts that matter and sustain me, all I see is a series of chapels. They may be old or young, cracked brown or open space; they may be lectories or afterthoughts, hidden corners of a city or deserted spaces in the forest. They are as visible as people. But like people they have a stillness at the core of them that makes all discussion of high and low, East and West, you and me dissolve. Bells toll and toll and I lose all sense of whether they are chiming within me or without.”
Utne Magazine I can’t express how powerfully this essay resonated with me, and how grateful I was to read it during a brief moment of respite toward the tail end of a frenetic day.
Mar
20
“
IN THE ATTIC
There’s a half hour toward dusk when flies,
Trapped by the summer screens, expire
Musically in the dust of sills;
And ceilings slope toward remembrance.
The same crimson afternoons expire
Over the same few rooftops repeatedly;
Only, being stored up for remembrance,
They somehow escape the ordinary.
Childhood is like that, repeatedly
Lost in the very longueurs it redeems.
One forgets how small and ordinary
The world looked once by dusklight from above…
But not the moment which redeems
The drowsy arias of flies—
And the chin settles onto palms above
Numbed elbows propped up on rotting sills.
—Donald Justice
from Collected Poems
Feb
14
(via Someone REALLY wants a taqueria on Clement Street | Richmond District Blog of San Francisco (richmondsfblog.com)) It would be nice not to have to schlep to the Mission every time we wanted a taco, huh, big bro’?
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