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    the downstairs neighbor asked me to help him hang a painting by this guy that apparently has a thing for the wacky shack (the painting is an abstraction of the opening tunnel for the ride).  that’s pretty neat.  he’s a nice enough guy too.  on new years eve he came up when i got home and we had a glass of champagne together and he’s always willing to share his culinary creations.  when i first moved in here he seemed like the sort of neighbor that constantly bothers you and tries to talk to you and he was.  but in recent months he has settled down and seems to realize i like to keep to myself about 22 hours a day.  we have a mutual respect towards privacy these days.
ANYWAYS: he grabbed me on my way in coming back from the cigarette store, so i went up to hang my jacket and put on my slippers before helping him out.  he’s not as tall as i am, and not so good with the hammer.  as i was walking back downstairs i had a sudden outside perception.  i’m a neighbor.  as in, people will remember living downstairs from me.  i don’t know if this is important, but i always think about people living next to me but it hit me, he will talk about ‘the upstairs neighbor’ and remember ‘this guy that used to live upstairs from me.’
it’s now sending my head into a whirlwind of how he will remember me, or how ANY neighbor will remember me, or roommates, or friends that stop/stay/visit here or in previous apartments and homes and the clear fact that we all remember our neighbors in some way or another.  this isn’t the sort of whirlwind where i question my behaviors or get insecure about what others think of me, it’s a realization that just as he is my downstairs neighbor, i am his upstairs neighbor at the same time.  it seems simple enough i suppose, but internally it’s something…. profound(?).
also: i’ve been thinking about macaque monkeys in hot springs all day.

    the downstairs neighbor asked me to help him hang a painting by this guy that apparently has a thing for the wacky shack (the painting is an abstraction of the opening tunnel for the ride).  that’s pretty neat.  he’s a nice enough guy too.  on new years eve he came up when i got home and we had a glass of champagne together and he’s always willing to share his culinary creations.  when i first moved in here he seemed like the sort of neighbor that constantly bothers you and tries to talk to you and he was.  but in recent months he has settled down and seems to realize i like to keep to myself about 22 hours a day.  we have a mutual respect towards privacy these days.

    ANYWAYS: he grabbed me on my way in coming back from the cigarette store, so i went up to hang my jacket and put on my slippers before helping him out.  he’s not as tall as i am, and not so good with the hammer.  as i was walking back downstairs i had a sudden outside perception.  i’m a neighbor.  as in, people will remember living downstairs from me.  i don’t know if this is important, but i always think about people living next to me but it hit me, he will talk about ‘the upstairs neighbor’ and remember ‘this guy that used to live upstairs from me.’

    it’s now sending my head into a whirlwind of how he will remember me, or how ANY neighbor will remember me, or roommates, or friends that stop/stay/visit here or in previous apartments and homes and the clear fact that we all remember our neighbors in some way or another.  this isn’t the sort of whirlwind where i question my behaviors or get insecure about what others think of me, it’s a realization that just as he is my downstairs neighbor, i am his upstairs neighbor at the same time.  it seems simple enough i suppose, but internally it’s something…. profound(?).

    also: i’ve been thinking about macaque monkeys in hot springs all day.

    bodyfluids:


Mariacarla Boscono by Peter Lindbergh for Vogue Italia January 2014

    bodyfluids:

    Mariacarla Boscono by Peter Lindbergh for Vogue Italia January 2014

    erienews:

Ice Dunes at Sunrise (Preqsue Isle, Erie, PA) by Steve Friel

someone is challenging matthewfang, cardigan711, and mrtrauth

    erienews:

    Ice Dunes at Sunrise (Preqsue Isle, Erie, PA) by Steve Friel

    someone is challenging matthewfang, cardigan711, and mrtrauth

    unmodernman:

woodburning:

Very unusual whisky label design here. It’s from Italian company, Moon Imports, of a very rare 1980 Bowmore for their ‘The Birds’ series.
 



Beautiful bottle.

that whisky is for the birds.

    unmodernman:

    woodburning:

    Very unusual whisky label design here. It’s from Italian company, Moon Imports, of a very rare 1980 Bowmore for their ‘The Birds’ series.

     

    Beautiful bottle.

    that whisky is for the birds.

    getting better and better.

    arqsa:

City walkerby  Leonid Khodyrev 

me. and something about the cold. don’t mind the leaves.

    arqsa:

    City walker
    by  Leonid Khodyrev

    me. and something about the cold. don’t mind the leaves.