spinning plates

#1

TRINITAS VOL.I from TRINITAS on Vimeo.


#2

Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

#3

on the flip side





It's so cool how things can become something entirely different when you see it from another perspective. I wonder if we become better people when we're out of the comfort zones - finding ourselves experiencing something we aren't familiar with & seeing the beauty in it in a new way. Whether it's a different experience in a place you've been before, or just seeing something in a new light the whole concept of beauty can be so different from another point of view. It's fascinating to me when someone finds value in something that i don't necessarily see at first. Or those times when learning what someone else loves can cause you to then value things more. That, my friend, is the best feeling ever.

There's a strange magnetism that draws us to the things we like. It's definitely challenging to see past the OG feeling that attaches you to those things you know. But when you are somehow made conscious of more than what you know, i think it can allow you to appreciate even more than you would expect. Those kind of things make you feel really small in the world - which i think is great

search & destroy



On really rainy days when we were kids, my brother & I would watch the water run down to the bottom of the hill from the upstairs window of our house. By the end of the day, huge pools of water would form at the end of our street. It seemed like it took forever, but if we were patient enough the wait was worth it. Cause when it was time, we'd race down the stairs & into the garage. We'd take our bikes to the street & fly down on a mission to destroy the reflections of the blues & greys of the sky on the water. By the time it was dark, we could barely move because of the cold. Nothing like coming back home washed out & happy

This song reminds me of those days...the ones that make you feel good about being alive & riding in the rain

just like a mix-tape





So much goes on in a day...maybe this is what makes time move so quickly. How does a day contain so many different thoughts & events? I wonder if you could view a day like you hear a song. When you break it down & see how each part plays it's role in the course of the day it seems amazing how things fit together. Each element both compliments the other elements, but then sometimes creates discord.

And it's interesting to think each of us is as complex as the day is. I like to notice different things that makes each of us so unique. We may share common interests...but how cool is it there is no one just like you out there. Each of us is basically like a mix tape

I'd even try to turn the tide



For a long time i have thought it was better to move quickly through difficult situations. I guess my goal wasn't necessarily to make things easy, but maybe to make everything ok. i'm ok, you're ok...right? I wonder what the merit is in taking time to walk through things instead of racing through. does it build character & make you a stronger person? or is it better to just be happy & enjoy what you have? i hope there's value in finding something in the middle. in the meantime, here's a great song to speed to. just in case there is a need for an exit strategy & you need to have a getaway soundtrack.

the walkmen seriously kick out some of the best music. i think this will always be one of my favorite albums.

history puts a saint in every dream

are dreams just a collection of words & images you hear & see...or is it true that dreams images are symbols for thoughts you keep in your subconscious? last night i dreamed wild horses, bulls, and buffalo ran together in an open field. As they ran, the rhythm of their hooves beat the ground & dust formed into huge clouds of smoke. As I watched them run, I was told each horse is considered a mark. And it is up to the bull/buffalo to catch their horse. whether or not that means anything, it was one of those things i wish would happen in real life. unless i'm dreaming now & the other was real. twist!

runaway

Wild Nothing - Chinatown from Jack Tatum on Vimeo.


i feel like each of us are in some sort of cycle of love & loss. i'm not sure how they are connected exactly, but there seems to be something that joins the two. i'm glad we have both though. cause, you probably wouldn't be able to understand one w/o the other

moving forward

Stuck in a Groove / Phonovideo from Clemens Kogler on Vimeo.


Despite the occasional moment of déjà vu, there is more of a sense that life is full of surprises & new experiences. and thaaaank God. How boring would things be if the same things happened every day.

Henry David Thoreau said, "Things do not change, we change." that's an awesome way to look at things. i'm so glad there is always a chance to move forward. I like thinking that we are each works in progress always capable of becoming something great.

more than this

how awesome is it that someone else's words, written for a song, have the ability to connect w/ the person listening to it. and then that new interpretation of the song can mean something totally different that what the words were intended to be. i can't even count the times i've personalized someone else's lyrics. it makes me wonder about how similar we all are. just when i thought we were soOo different from each other - ha. i really appreciate the songwriters that have the ability to put so much of themselves into their words. especially when a song is written so simply that it allows for people to receive it in a way that they can identify with.

i think artwork can do that too. Instead of identifying yourself with the words of a song, a work of art can leave you with a feeling you know. sometimes i notice how images can almost give a voice to everything that's on my mind & heart. Here are a few personalized photos. like a poem, only it's written in light instead of w/ words







photos by adam revington, john simmerman, & alexander kostinsky

life track

Under a microscope, looking at the details from day to day can seem sooo crazy. Half of the time i'm wondering what i'm even doing & how i got here. There's so much going on. i've got such a drive to succeed & to keep up w/ the pace of things. I don't want to miss out on opportunity. I'm thinking there could be a way to do things w/o allowing the fast pace to rush good decision-making. That way when opportunity presents itself i'm ready & can do it right. 'Cause I feel like i'm running w/out looking where i'm going a lot of the time. It's funny, looking back to last year - there have been so many changes. A lot of them really good things, but it's easy to lose direction until you remember where you've been. Sometimes I think I may be doing things wrong. And sometimes i might say, 'oh wait...where was i?' - but then it hits me...

oh that's right, i'm livin life right now

Waves

HibOO d'Live : Local Natives "Wide eyes" from Le-HibOO.com on Vimeo.


It's interesting how insignificant you can feel next to the sea. The ocean in particular is such a huge mass of unpredictability. I was relatively small when I was young. I had a crazy imagination which focused a lot on the ocean. I decided being in the water could be "safe" if i could touch the sand. Most of the time, I stayed close to shore, but would venture out when my brother was at least at a yelling distance. it was comforting to know he was nearby. Even when the waves were huge & crushed me to the ocean floor - i knew aaron had my back. I'd get slammed & he'd yell, "you cool?!" yea, i was cool...did 5 flips under water & almost died - but i'm no quitter.

One summer I learned how to surf on a gigantic long board (i say gigantic - but i think it was a normal size). I'm a pretty persistent & fast learner. It seemed i had an endless amount of energy that day. Maybe it was adrenaline...but maybe part of it was reeeeeally wanting to do what my older brother could. I had spent a lot of time fighting waves that day. At the end i was excited i could confidently stand up. I was also made very aware of the muscles I needed more of. Falling asleep that night was the best sleep I can remember. When my eyes closed, I could still feel the waves crash over my head - the ones that cause your body to move & sway. Waves have a way of making a person feel really powerless & small. But that small victory when you get slammed & stay standing is so sweet. I guess that happens w/ life too. Especially when you get hit when you least expect it. And you say, 'nice try life, i'm still standing...and i'm going to be standing tomorrow too, so suck it.'

Oceans to Oceans

There's no real crazy draw to the coast in Long Beach. But there is a really beautiful moment in the late morning when you can be on the shore. There are some things i've grown to love...especially when you get there just as the sun is breaking through the clouds. There is really no sound to the sea - the ocean is calm w/ very few waves. Little birds move along the sand the same way the tide does. it's almost like they got an idea they would copy the sea. I feel like we do that too. This song reminds me of ocean mornings - if you go there, you'll see what i mean.