Quotes - Images - Sites - Songs - : from aguculture webweaver Marc Aguilera

Bill Callahan via NPR’s Tiny Desk Concerts

Listen to Phantogram’s latest release on NPR Music

Tortoise: Prepare Your Coffin [Thrill Jockey Records]

Animal Collective: In The Flowers [Domino Records]

Phoenix: 1901 [Loyaute/Glassnote]

The xx - Basic Space [Young Turk Records]

The Antlers - Two [Frenchkiss Records]

“There is nothing so delightful as being aware.”
— Anthony  de Mello
Moonrise over Zion - Late November 2009

Moonrise over Zion - Late November 2009


Here is a photo of me in High School shot at Dead Man’s Point in Apple Valley, in the Mojave Desert where I grew up. I loved this shirt. I got it in San Diego at SDMA in La Jolla, it’s a hand drawing of William Wegman’s dog Fey Ray. The back of the shirt advertised the Walker Art Museum in Minneapolis - one of my favorite museums next to the Tate Modern in London. I think my friend Pat Schlosser shot the image, but I can’t be sure - it could have been Lance Anderson.

Here is a photo of me in High School shot at Dead Man’s Point in Apple Valley, in the Mojave Desert where I grew up. I loved this shirt. I got it in San Diego at SDMA in La Jolla, it’s a hand drawing of William Wegman’s dog Fey Ray. The back of the shirt advertised the Walker Art Museum in Minneapolis - one of my favorite museums next to the Tate Modern in London. I think my friend Pat Schlosser shot the image, but I can’t be sure - it could have been Lance Anderson.


“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”
— Robert A. Heinlein

Tadoussac Blueberries and Raspberries

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"Blood Bank" - Bon Iver

Well I met you at the blood bank
We were looking at the bags
Wondering if any of the colors
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags  You said “see look thats yours!
Stacked on top with your brother’s
See how the resemble one another
Even in their plastic little covers”

 And I said I know it well  That secret that you knew
But don’t know how to tell
It fucks with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that its good girl
Cos its running you with red

 Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both of my hands
Chewing on a candy bar  You said “‘aint this just like the present
To be showing up like this”
AS a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss

 And I said I know it well  That secret that we know
That we don’t know how to tell
I’m in love with your honor
I’m in love with your cheeks
What’s that noise up the stairs babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?

 And I said I know it well
I know it well …

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