the kentile, quantum foam edition. daily kentile, as a matter of course. #dailykentile
inspired perhaps by yesterday’s gunners’ extra time victory, will put on his sheriff’s badge today and did his best to emulate flamini in the enforcer role, dishing out wrecking ball hits, barnstorming forward (with or without the ball) and otherwise raising a racket upfield, all in the name of good fun during the sometimes elusive pursuit of victory. after this morning’s match with the @cscnyc, all was forgotten: a few bruised shins and ankles but no bruised egos. laughter instead. (at Sara D Roosevelt Park - Stanton Street)
on wyckoff avenue, the curious frontier zone between brooklyn and queens; in between, the kingdoms of elgaland-vargaland.
death wears me out, it fuels anger, despair, it brings trouble. being far away makes it worse. a global community does not alleviate the need to be there, in person. the news that we dreaded arrived from the west coast this morning: a friend’s fight to survive cancer is over. we know that struggle all too well. i don’t want to dwell on darkness whenever i am sad, only light. the alternative is sometimes too much to bear… yet it pales by ocean folds the pain my friend has been through, and the pain his loved ones feel today, those who are near him. sad that you will no longer walk amongst us, bret. into the light, where perhaps we all will reunite. trouble, please be kind.
have loved the writing, the production design, the lived-in performances of the two leads and the supporting cast, now i’m about to take in the very last episode.
one year ago today, adriana’s younger brother, raphael, passed away: a loss that is felt every day. you are in our hearts, ralph.
this is kang. it’s no easy task to describe how legendary he is to the @cscnyc. it’s not just his athleticism, agility, and stamina, made all the more impressive by his age, but it’s his generosity of spirit and clarity of purpose that makes it such a privilege to spend time with him. (at Sara Roosevelt Soccer Field)
rarely do throwback thursdays: this was taken in 1994, i believe. merde. that’s 20 years ago. had just returned from a long trip from quito to tierra del fuego, in south america. #tbt
the setting is a tavern, the time is sunday afternoon, the conversation is between three people:
person #1: “he’s going to cast me in his next film.”
person #2: “i said i’m going to audition you for my next film.”
person #3 (to person #1): “have you seen his films?”
person #1: “yeah. he did the zombie film.”
person #2: “the zombie film? i made a documentary about a den mother who was a doomsday prepper.”
person #1 (to person #3): “yeah. that’s the one. he’s gonna put me in his next movie.” (at Flatiron Hall)
really pleased to say that the film is DONE. rendering out the final files for THE END OF THE INTERNET. given the fact that we’re coming up on the 25th anniversary of the world wide web, i think the film offers a humorous commentary on modern existence, while also retaining a bit of whimsy and mystery concerning the fate of its protagonist. excited to share the film. this version will be used as the online screener for the film (while later, there’ll be a 5 gb file tailored for theatrical distribution). (at The Edit Pantry)
the monk who ice skates. “daybreak,” painting by qin qi. #latergram #armoryshow14 (at The Armory Show)
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