Hello. I am e.n.d. Once upon a time I came from Minnesota. But then I moved everywhere.
Curiosity didn't kill the cat. Complacency did.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
El Bocho Street Art across the street from my old apartment in Berlin.
And a soundtrack below for a Valentine’s Day solo yoga flow.
Happy Valentine’s Day. :)
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Daniel Johnston - True Love Will Find You In The End
R.E.M. - Be Mine
Violent Femmes - American Music
Explosions In The Sky - Your Hand In Mine
Blur - Tender
PJ Harvey & Thom Yorke - This Mess We’re In
Tricky - Overcome
Janet Jackson - Love Will Never Do (Without You)
Beck - Nitemare Hippy Girl
The Jesus And Mary Chain - Bullet Lovers
Jon Hopkins - The Low Places
Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
Four Tet - Angel Echoes
Radiohead - House of Cards
Björk - Possibly Maybe
Jon Hopkins - Small Memory
One for the books. Ocean Beach, San Francisco.
Morning coffee with my buddy Luke!
I live alone. And I love it. I haven’t lived alone since 2003 when I lived in Korea and I almost don’t count that. Back then I focused more on the extreme urban isolation than I did the joys of living alone.
These days, so far every morning when I wake up, I walk straight through my cozy apartment and open up the backdoor to the balcony. Doesn’t matter if it’s raining or sunny, I like to let the fresh air in.
I usually turn on some music as a next step. Then I run into my kitchen and boil water for the french press. Pour myself a cup of coffee a few minutes later. Walk back outside. Stand still for a moment.
Come back in, check some emails, and depending on how chilly it is outside, I might shut the door. Most often times I don’t.
My neighbors live below. A married couple with a son who is like a little brother. They are historically some of my closest friends in the city. They’ve been living here below for nearly a decade. I am indeed a lucky girl to have friends like these who found me such a great place to live before I even left Germany to make the move.
I’m protective about my solo time in the mornings but I often tiptoe downstairs and share a cup of coffee with them before the day starts for the rest of the world. Then I tiptoe back upstairs and enjoy the Emily time.
I like the way this photo turned out.
A glimpse of this morning, post-rain.
I love to run. Runner’s high!
Bay Bridge, Downtown SF, and Transamerica. A view from my homegirl’s apartment in Russian Hill. Both a nostalgic and present evening for the books.
With friends like these…
San Francisco, you wear night well.
(Taken with instagram)
My now former bedroom in Berlin.
Departing in just under three hours.
I was 20 when I first heard In the Aeroplane Over the Sea.
I popped the CD into my Volvo probably around 10:30pm, some weekday in June or July, 2000. My friend Adrian gave it to me minutes after I picked him up at his parents’ place.
We drove over to the Federal Reserve building to go skateboarding. I always had my sunroof open. Minnesota summers are hot as hell. Breezes came in. Music went out.
We listened to the entire album on the way there and on the way back. And often for the rest of the summer.
I hadn’t yet moved out of my parents’ place but I had a lot of freedom. They bought me that 1985 Volvo DL. It was my third one. (I got into a lot of car accidents). Each one had a sunroof. Not that I could make demands on them since they financed my early driving years, but I always requested a sunroof. They always caved.
Long since I’ve moved out, happily carless, I have to pack. I’m leaving Berlin next week and moving to San Francisco.
Soundtracks. Lyrics. Déjà vu.
But now we must pack up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
(Thanks, Thom).
I cannot wait to start spending much of my time here.
Looking damn fun and damn pretty.
Feel like working here? (Square’s new SF office)
My friend Dean McNamee was in town last week and stayed with me for six days. He took this photo of me on top of the dome at Teufelsberg last Saturday.
We hiked up and in and snuck around like kids.
We took photos and recordings for the better part of two hours.
It was scenic and sound therapy.
In fact, we laughed and took the piss out of each other all week, infectiously, like the children we still are.
He chose to be in town at just the perfect time.
Grab a Dean-like-object and put him in your pocket.
To all of my friends like these…
You make me so happy.
Love.
Saying just a few important words to the right person can change things massively.
Anonymous tonight.
