by Tim Girvin | Dec 11, 2006 | Diary
I was playing this game that used to be called bones. It was called that because it used them. Bones with little markings on them. Then it became dominos, something about dominance. Now this same game is called Mexican Train. What’s with that, anyway?...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 7, 2006 | Diary
I keep looking. Been here? This is one of those store concepts that makes sense, to the notions of mass and air and light > extravagances in scale of offerings. It’s big, open and has a sense of humor, but the underlying details are not surprising, per se....
by Tim Girvin | Dec 6, 2006 | Diary
Know about this? I keep looking around. This is a boarding brand — boards being skate and snow. More than shoes, obviously. http://www.dcshoes.com/home.asp Their website is relatively quiet, given the more radical character of their brand. And the store | story...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 4, 2006 | Diary
My little bird, there are things. And there are things. There are things that rattle deep, to the histories of pain, and there are others that are like pricking pokes, others that are searing hard and slicing to the bone. And there is pain. But to the contrary of the...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 29, 2006 | Diary
Photo by Tim Girvin Intriguing the connection, that friendly banter is the character of the affable. How often does one counter silence with the sense of the unfriendly…and untoward? affable \AF-uh-bul\ adjective 1 : being pleasant and at ease in talking to...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 28, 2006 | Diary
How then, the virile, the virtuous, the werewolf, the world? Step back, rootbound, and see what might be found — what lies beneath? And then, to this, what do you see in the mirror? —- virtu (vuhr-TOO) noun 1. A love of or taste for fine objects of art. 2....
