January 2012
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sundance 2012//rant//fuckLA
thought it’d be a good idea to get some extra cash moneys in my bank account which led me to responding to all sorts of “etcetera” ads off craigslist which next led me to modeling nude for a group of artists and also driving a chevy tahoe around park city for the sundance film fest. normally i avoid the festival by all means but this year being all poor and with extra time on my...
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i threw away my earring. well, first i removed the earring from my ear, ordered my pupil in the direction of its gaping hole (and i mean who knows if that will ever close, do i dare care?), lost the back of the damn thing after dropping it against that black hole also known as the floor, then i threw away my earring. that aesthetic is over. time to move on. my ear will heal. my eyes have been...
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On what it is like to work at a ski resort in the...
Today I ate lunch in the cafeteria with a ski instructor, Marcel from Romania, who split his cheesecake in half to share with me. With name tags, people become a place a name a face and a department. Me, local, reservations. There is a guy, Brett, who I worked with back when I was 14 or 15 or however old you can be so that you are not as illegal as the people from Argentina. We smile and wave at...
December 2011
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2011 i know you aren't over, but you were like the...
location: provo, utah: dagobah (that blue house with my east-facing pyramid room), the law’s house (one block away and the best neighbors you could ask for), rock canyon, provo canyon, all canyons, the herb shop, the bar on center street, the trailer park, the yoga studio, mountain west burrito, byu campus, y mountain. salt lake city, utah: that house by west high, by the baseball field, by...
November 2011
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Alright folks this is how it’s going to be: reblogs are going to http://okayalrightfine.tumblr.com/. Follow or don’t, frankly I don’t give a damn. Brinley is for Brinley only. DEAL WITH IT.
“All must be given away, given away every day, because to be human means:
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– Dave Eggers (via thevulgar
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from "A Map/A Method"
A METHOD
Me and her, we fight about the method we should use to map the woods behind the park. I say we should follow the paths deliberately, marking down all the forks and shortcuts, until we have followed anything there is to follow, until we have connected all the connections in these woods. She says we should start with the strangest landmarks, build our map around those, forge our own...
“Fashion is one of the very few forms of expression in which women have more...”
– Fashion is a Feminist Issue: Greta Christina (via genghisgenghiscohen)
Suddenly my wardrobe crisis seems a bit more noble.
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How To Get Rich From Mail Orders
1. go down the rabbit hole 2. write poems in the shape of “i.o.u.” with magnets on the fridge 3. draw charcoal on the shapes in the ceiling, create a childrens story 4. talk with your friends about what songs you can sing along to 5. think about books on tape, listening to books on tape, recording books on tape 6. get kissed a million times on one cheek on a saturday night in...
Watch“For the last 200 years or so, man has had a significant influence over the environment, and at this stage it’s not absurd to think that we can have a more positive and controlled influence, and not simply a by-product of our activities. [sic]”
-Jerome Kasparian on making rain with lasers
Trailers - EAMES: THE ARCHITECT AND THE PAINTER →
The only thing that is awful about this is that it isn’t playing in Japan anytime soon.
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This guy Nelson Boyer is one of the kindest humans on this planet—I was lucky enough to get to work with him at an herb shop in Springville, Utah. Here is a clip of an email ([sic]’s and all) he sent to me after I hinted at the fact that I am disappointed to find out that I’m not as strong as I thought I was:
“People tend to think that they should know better and beat...
October 2011
8 posts
“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them...”
– Khalil Gibran (via nirvikalpa)
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ikebana, or the flowers that stand alone
the morning i found out grandpa ray died, i was waiting for bus 101 to take me to negishi station on my way to tokyo. my uncle updated his facebook status with the news. i didn’t expect to cry but cry i did, river from my eyes not to be dammed. the bus arrived and as i sat down and looked around i realized i boarded a bus that was reserved for old ladies, and that most of these old...
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going to keep doing this until i decide "what to...
six things i love to do 1 read 2 sleep 3 embroider 4 swim 5 plan 6 giggle
six things i am good at 1 writing lists 2 opening windows 3 checking my phone 4 building furniture 5 falling asleep 6 counting coins
“I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I love cats. Those three...”
– Haruki Murakami (read the full interview if you so desire here)
“Think of an experience from your childhood. Something you remember clearly,...”
– a comforting thought from Richard Dawkins
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Like having a bla bla bla barf or watch youtube videos all day— As in I can go on a great hike with my dad, talk about politics and adult things that I usually dont want to face because I am just still too busy wrapped up in nonsense, wreaking in peaceful smiles until I come back to the wicked evils of reality; as in all I really want to do lately is study rivers, maps, rocks and crystals;...
September 2011
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Untitled from the "Living Room Series", 1994....
dhool:
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It's Not Plagiarism. In the Digital Age, It's... →
youmightfindyourself:
By Kenneth Goldsmith for The Chronicle, Sept 11, 2011
In 1969 the conceptual artist Douglas Huebler wrote, “The world is full of objects, more or less interesting; I do not wish to add any more.” I’ve come to embrace Huebler’s idea, though it might be retooled as: “The world is full of texts, more or less interesting; I do not wish to add any more.”
It seems an...
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my whole life can be found in the cloud
After reading Microserfs a few years ago I created an email account as a sort of online journal—to send things I need to do, thoughts, links, poems, etc. as a place to keep myself true to myself but still hidden online. Similar to a tumblr, I suppose, but without updating you 20xmillion a day with my random/unprocessed drivel. I grew up habitually writing in journals (which I have since...
when I die-Nikki Giovanni
when i die i hope no one who ever hurt me cries and if they cry i hope their eyes fall out and a million maggots that had made up their brains crawl from the empty holes and devour the flesh that covered the evil that passed itself off as a person that i probably tried to love
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sloppy knots in chiyoda-ku
Been anticipating a typhoon the past couple of days and in this anticipation I’ve made an embroidery and tied all my colors with sloppy knots—it’s nothing special, just a design of circular patterns that somewhat maybe resemble stones or petals of a flower. Mostly I wanted to play with colors—earthy colors, browns tans beige and pinks, a sky blue, slate and lead grays,...
August 2011
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The closest I have been to the sea since evolution
Last weekend staying on the Japanese coast with friends, I had fish for every meal, fish for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I even had fish for a bedtime snack. I had raw fish, dried fish, broiled fish and just fish fish. I must have eaten twenty different kinds of fish and they were all delicious, but after a while i literally had fish coming out of my gills. One morning I took a shit and it...
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i used the words “rock and roll beach” and “solid gold” to describe some of the girls in my yoga class (and meant them as compliments, sincerely). i never realized how lisa frank my vocabulary is! i may start calling people sparkly strawberry heads or sweet like ice cream in space (milky way, i get it i get it); or maybe cuddly like a multicolored leopard print puppy.
July 2011
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my thoughts never connect//but here you are
if brautigan, a lamp, and five pounds of tobacco had a baby, and that baby took a drop of acid and transformed into a poem and traveled back in time to nineteen ninety six, and moved next door to a baseball field, i am fairly certain that poem would be about plums. oooooh plump plums plummeting down plumbing mountains your juice taste leaving smiles in my cheeks —eating plums plum...
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que pasa tumblr
dear tumblr followers (and other people who may be reading this), i’m here to announce to you that i’d like to start writing more—feel like that’s what i need to do to express myself wholly. i have this thing where i feel the need to use words to frame my existence, i guess, or whatever way you want to put that. if i’m not writing i’m not understanding or...
the milky way, jennifer moxley
You were alone when through the time-punctured present an inkling of reason found you, this illogical indefensible insight momentarily tore the teleology of hope away from the future tense, celestial intelligence of the embodied now, or the sense that you are held in place by two connected minds. Despite belief-comfort you are pricked by limits—social, material, psychic. All that you...
June 2011
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May 2011
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“Did you ever have something to say and feel as if the whole side of the wall...”
– Georgia O’Keeffe
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Anonymous asked: is you're name really brinley?
“Make the invisible dark force beautiful. Create a song out of your moans. Brag about your wounds. Dance reverently on the graves of your enemies. Sneak a gift to your bad self. Dissolve the ties that bind you to hollow intelligence. Seek the angel near the funky gulley that winds through no man’s land. Dig for treasure in the muddy puddle where the single lily grows.”
yeah yeah...
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope, which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.” -Theodor Seuss Geisel
April 2011
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Body and Soul II, Charles Wright
(for Coleman Hawkins)
The structure of landscape is infinitesimal, Like the structure of music, seamless, invisible. Even the rain has larger sutures. What holds the landscape together, and what holds music together, Is faith, it appears--faith of the eye, faith of the ear. Nothing like that in language, However, clouds chugging from west to east like blossoms Blown by...
March 2011
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