Last night in Auckland

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
AnasAbdin
noise dept.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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trying on a metaphor
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

Product Placement
occasionally subtle

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
YOU ARE THE REASON
almost home

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NASA

roma★
taylor price
RMH
Peter Solarz
i don't do bad sauce passes
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@notesfromasavageplace
Last night in Auckland
Man vs. soup (at Szechwan Style)
INTERVIEWER What about grad school? Is it possible that being a paralegal is better training for a writer than an M.F.A. program? MOORE Anything, I’m sure, is possible. I’ve actually known many writers who were paralegals. Probably it is simply because working as a paralegal pays Manhattan rents just a tiny bit better than entry-level publishing jobs—although maybe it doesn’t pay them at all anymore. This was in the 1970s. I’m not sure I believe in “training” to be a writer that is external like that anyway. I don’t think writers “train” the way athletes do. It is not performative and helped by little exercises; one’s mind is probably not beneficially roughened or honed by deadening work. Writing is more a habit, but a soulful one like smoking, which compulsively connects the head to the hand; from there one tries to make art of it. How does one pick up such a habit? By hanging around the kids with the cigarettes, of course. And a love of books and music—every writer must have that.
Lorrie Moore, The Art of Fiction No. 167, The Paris Review, Interviewed by Elizabeth Gaffney
Speedy Ortiz is defying the times. In its approach to both recording and touring, the band has built its fan base in an alternatively modern way: music lovers first, commercialists second.
Making the most of my last days in NZ (at Auckland Art Gallery)
Fortunate situation; unfortunate title
Batesies in the Woburn (at Sculpture Gallery)
Woah! (at Le Méridien Piccadilly)
Pub fare with the Brits (at Edinboro Castle)
Goodbye, South East Asia. You always had me pegged. (at Bangkok Thailand)
Not a bad way to spend an exhausted afternoon in Bangkok and totally relatable after walking out into a city of creatures who want to eat you alive and leave you for dead (at MBK Center (เอ็ม บี เค เซ็นเตอร์))
When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
The Great Gatsby (a pleasant reread on the night train to Surat Thani)
Pre-Full Moon Party/ Last night of the Big Three. Will miss these bros #sentimentaljared (at Koh Phangan)
Fairyland casual (at Fairyland Club Resort Koh Phangan)
Just some bros fire jumping. Nothing to see here #dontdie (at Full Moon Party)
The champ is here (at เวทีราชดำเนิน (Rajadamnern Stadium))
The only bar in #Bangkok #thailand showing the #nbafinals that isn't even open #paytoplay (at O'Reilly's Irish Pub)