I love this picture because even 70 years ago, way up in the Arctic in a culture very different than my own, a 17 year old still had the same “Dad, please hurry up and take the damn picture” expression that characterized every picture taken of me from 2001-2007.
“You could be anything, anywhere. Why not go somewhere where your daughter is more than just this? Here, all we get are a few specks of time where any of this actually makes any sense.”
hate when folk call the Sun “our nearest star” no you dweebs that’s OUR STAR! After everything she’s done for you and you want to compare her to some lightyears away ass nobody called some shit like Guncho 785B? We’re not spinning eternally around any old ball, we’re three deep in the window on board the Sol Train and she did NOT provide the catering, the itinerary and all the fuel to share credit with some two-bit Proxima Centauri hack. point to these nuts in a constellation while you’re at it. i love the sun
This past 16 of march it was the 15 year anniversary of an iconic moment in mexico city when Emos and Punks were gonna fight before the Hare Krishna interrupted with their songs and stopped the battle
I’ll be participating in a sweet little show at Longue Vue House about Dandelions. These two pieces will be featured. Opening March 9 at 4:30 in New Orleans.
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