Blinks

mom, thanksgiving, 2008

• The music of geography: Ohio is a piano
  I love it when people put this much energy into the things they think up.


• How do you say 'zaglis' in English?
  Rich Kalnins, again getting it right about what it's like to try to perceive and qualify Latvia. A triangular birch hayrick leaning against a craggy apple tree. The deep, coffin-like cold emanating from the boarded-up windows of an abandoned brick building on a hot summer day, interlaced with the caustic stench of Soviet-era construction materials. Those perfectly straight paths cut through the meadow grass from house to woodshed, well to garden. The sharp angle of a barn roof on a misty morning. Two bulbous-nosed drunks dressed in ratty slacks and blazers, shuffling arm-in-arm to a musty basement beer bar in the middle of the afternoon. "Miglā asaro logs" belted out at three in the morning on a rainy Vecrīga street. And he's spot on about those DIY hipsters.


• Something, Something, Something Detroit
  Sort of what I was trying to say. Why is it, though, that even when I agree with them, Vice kind of leaves a bad taste in my mouth? On second thought, better not answer that. (via Tomorrow Museum)

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