Friday, February 8, 2008

Meet Ying,

he and Yang are new to these parts and as you can see he owns the rights to a mad skill set in the uptown jar. Bicycles tend to bring out the individuality of persons in society and at the same time can draw people together based on similarities of the mechanical common denominator. I shot this little clip of Ying rolling through the grit on Church St yesterday afternoon. I wish I knew how to put some music behind it, I would select U2's Stranger in a Strange Land.

1 comment:

Jordy said...

"Never Ending Math Equation"

I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
And oh my God I feel so old
I don't really feel anything

On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And oh my God, they look so alone
Do they really feel anything?

Oh my God, I've gotta gotta gotta gotta move on
Where do you move when what you're moving from
Is yourself?

The universe works on a math equation
that never even ever really ends in the end

Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying
We aint sure where you stand
You aint machines and you aint land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other

Oh my God and oh my cat
I told my Dad what I need
Well I know what I have and want
But I don't know what I need
Well, he said he said he said he said
"Where we're going I'm dead."