Monday, December 15, 2008

Who Throws A Shoe?


Northampton Late Morning


Taken this morning out my office window at 78 Main Street (through the window glass, thus some waviness.) I love this kind of light.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Dream Days

I slept until 4PM today. I was not out late nor drinking the night before. I just didn't want to stop dreaming. I've been having incredibly elaborate dreams this month and waking up is like walking out of a theatre into daylight. I can barely make out the shadows of the memories of the dreams while the waking world is already demanding my attention. Last night there was a dream within a dream. There was a song on the radio; an old radio from the 40's, and I'm listening to the words and noticing that it's a real song, not a song I know or a blurry song. I'm dreaming a song with ornate detail and clarity and words out of nothing. The dream within a dream aspect is just this; that I am in awe of the intricacy of a song within a dream while I'm still asleep and in the dream. I think, in the dream, how will I be able to remember this song and its lyrics when I awaken? Then I think, oh, it's on the radio. It must be an actual song. I don't have to remember it. Now, awake, I realize it most definitely was not an actual song. It was my creation. All I can recall are the words bells and rust and that it was a male/female duet. I should probably get out of bed when I first awaken in the morning. I don't think I'm supposed to be having such an involved dream-life. If I sleep more often I dream more often. My mind weaves epics. Dream logic creeps into my waking life more frequently. I suspect I'm saying atypical things and noticing less literal aspects of what unfolds before me. Even the idea that it's unfolding vs. being dictated by me is worth noting. I feel more removed than I used to when I'm awake; more self-aware but from camera two, rather than from camera one aka me and my senses. When I was an addict and wouldn't sleep for 5 days in a row, I started seeing dreamlike things in the real world. I theorize that my mind was going to get it's daily dose of dreaming in whether or not I actually slept. Conversely I think that sleeping and dreaming more often has brought more literal qualities to my dream life.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Barf Bag Art



Maybe I'm late to the game but did anyone know that air-sickness bags are treated by some as collectible works of art? I love it when artwork makes its way onto everyday things. Here are a handful I've come across. You can lose yourself for hours looking at scans of these things. The four above and the first five below are Virgin Atlantic bags. I like the simple approach too, as shown on the bag at the bottom right. The horizontal one, from an unknown airline, looks like a puking cloud, right? Click any for full size view.








Air Force One Bag (below) The Holy Grail of barf-baggery: sadly generic, totally unlike the version depicted in the film Independence Day.
"Motion sickness bag (For use during moments of stomach upset): If an upset stomach is anticipated, remove bag from this container and keep ready for use. Do not be embarrassed by this precaution as even veteran travelers are subject to occasional motion sickness."
Four more assorted designs:

Bike Trail Bridge Is Installed in Northampton

Doh! I promised yesterday that I'd get up at 7 and photograph the cranes lowering the bike bath bridge into place but when I heard the BEEP BEEP BEEP of heavy equipment from up the street at 7AM. I just couldn't get my ass up. I was up until 3AM watching season one of Mad Men as well, so that contributed to my cozy inertia. So here is the bridge in place! The sequence is a virtual walk under the bridge.