le regard.

les yeux des êtres vivants possèdent la plus étonnante des propriétés : le regard. il n'y a pas plus singulier. on ne dit pas des oreilles des créatures qu'elles ont un « ecoutard », ni de leurs narines qu'elles ont un « sentard » ou un « reniflard ».

qu'est-ce que le regard? c'est inexprimable. aucun mot ne peut approcher son essence étrange. et pourtant, le regard existe. il y a même peu de réalités qui existent a ce point.

quelle est la différence entre les yeux qui ont un regard et les yeux qui n'en ont pas? cette différence a un nom : c'est la vie. la vie commence là où commence le regard.

dieu n'avait pas de regard.

--métaphysique des tubes par amélie nothomb

jaune.

i've come to really like yellow. especially when it comes on a daffodil.

la guerre {ou l'opposition à la guerre}

yesterday, through rain and hail, i attended the annual peace rally and march in downtown portland. unfortunately, it's become a tradition every spring. i can't believe its already been five years since we first invaded. i remember watching the night vision images of apparent military targets being bombed, that night in march. and then being condemned at school the next day for denouncing the war and the 'leader' of it. funny how so many of those who told me i was wrong changed their opinions before graduation two years later.

i ended up marching with some SDS {students for a democratic society} kids, mostly from reed. we were acting as a shield around the earth first and anarchist groups in case the 12 bike cops that were following their {and only their} every move decided to violently take matters into their own hands. apparently there's also a lot of hostility between older, less liberal {but somehow 'open minded'} folks who often try to get the 'rebel kids in all black' arrested. imagine that. luckily, all was peaceful and the portland police reported no arrests.

{here's a picture of the march reflected in the sign for the world trade center.}

les trucs.

over a week ago i went to the goodwill outlet, affectionately and accurately known as 'the bins.' i went mainly to look for more glass jars to store things like flour, sugar, etc. but i ended up finding some other good stuff too.

like these boxes that were for carrying cassette tapes but now aid in my attempts to wrangle the mess on my desk.



this awesome, vintage, butter yellow samsonite bag.



this super warm and cozy sweater that is basically like wearing an afghan.



this cute little green pot. {mom, if you pay for shipping, it's yours}



and this nifty little jacket.

une année.