i once was feeding my grandparents cows on the farm and touched a corn cob to the hot-wire fence. learning that corn cobs are definite conductors of electricity...
"Abroad is the place where we stay up late, follow impulse and find ourselves as wide open as when we are in love."patience is a virtue.
world music like the sound of skateboards rolling over the cracked pavement, crickets at night, cicadas on a balmy august day, whispering sighs that tickle ears, soft blow of breath over an empty bottle, waves lapping at the shore, and of course album leaf, air, broken social scene, bright eyes, zero7, yo la tengo, belle & sebastian, underworld, st germain, mmw, sea and cake, jimi, sigur ros, led zep, stones, dylan, postal service, stone roses, doves, myth, buckley, iron and wine, elbow, four tet, interpol, stephen mlkmus, white stripes, strokes, nick drake, shins, radiohead, death cab for cutie, mymorningjacket, pearljam, south, bill laswell, dj logic, badly drawn boy, sasha and digweed, flaming lips, boards of canada, beck, turin brakes, i:cube, g.love, herbie, marvin gay
dharma punx, the alchemist, the unbearable lightness of being, slowness, ignorance, ishmael, poetics of space, autobiography of a yogi ... And of course learning from people everyday... taking a step back and watching others... Understanding how someone, either a stranger or friend, interacts in the environment that you share with them... analyzing life through the course of your day and someone else's.
holding hands