For Gettysburg

I start my day, every weekday, with browsing the NY Times Headline mailer I get every morning in my inbox… Today, July 3rd, the Battle of Gettysburg ended with some 160,000 men fallen in a town of 2,400. This two minute speech was delivered by Mr. Lincoln 4 months later…

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

shhhhhhh

it’s caleb, amy’s and my birthday tomorrow!

how troubling it is to sit up straight

Two nights ago I woke up in a fitful battle with my comforter. It had my ankle twisted in it’s clutches, and all I could think in my delirium was, “why is my blanket doing this to me!?”. The night was littered with intensely weird dreams and waking up all cold but saucy (a substitute for the word sweaty, learned from a coworker). After losing the battle with my comforter, I realized my immune system and I were starting a war with a cold. And this is why I am home today, having trouble sitting up straight, because each time I do somehow all my blood runs magically upstream and my cheeks feel embarassed but my body feels wrecked.

And it’s Zack Rock’s birthday!!!

A NEW List for a NEW Month

Hello everyone and welcome to JUNE! June is right about the best month of the year for several reasons not discluding the reason that there are several fantastic birthdays in the course of this month’s thirty days. Forgive my negligence and enjoy this list of updates and other fun items:

+ it’s sunny outside
+ either my film went through some extreme temperature changes (entirely possible) or my photo shoppe doesn’t know how to properly execute cross processing.
+ I am craving a bread bowl full of corn chowder
+ the black keys are singing in both of my ears and I like it
+ I received something like a promotion (maybe a transfer is more appropriate) and I am now professionally residing in the TOMS Marketing Department (!!!!)
+ I think I’ll go cycling in the morning
+ so maybe I opened a birthday present early
+ designsponge (jumped on this train a little later than most)
+ last night I acquired a new door out of which I will make a table to act as a desk of sorts
+ yes I am very excited about it
+ some many +’s!

Discovery

I stumbled across about four rolls of film that had just been waiting and waiting for me to take them to a shoppe for processing. The images compose a year of extremities: from Seattle to LA to Seattle and back to LA. flickr and enjoy.

Beirut

I think back to this video a lot. Like just a moment ago.

THREE DAYS

Only three days of work this week and then it’s HOME to Seattle for a weekend of fun at Sasquatch! If you haven’t already decided that you’re going to come, now is the time to make that affirmation. You won’t regret it! Especially if it hails again and we get to hide in a porta-potty. Good times.

If you’re still anti-yeti: phone me on Thursday so we can rendezvous!