Friday, January 30, 2009

i only know feel

all i can know of art
is how it feels
inside of me
how my pulse starts to race,
how my heart swells
as a sense of familiarity
of communication
of understanding spreads
a slow, surging warmth
throughout my body
(a feeling of home)

it is in that feeling that art enables me 
to experience those things that are true,
to discover the reality of the ineffable beauty
that is at the root of all things
(the reason to live)
(the meaning of life)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Brookings, OR - Super 8mm

[UPDATE] This is an unedited 3 minute film of my brothers and I on the Oregon Coast. It was shot on 1 reel of KODAK EKTACHROME 64T Color Reversal Film with a 1965 Yashica Super-8 25 that belonged to my Grandfather.

Brookings, OR - Super 8mm from Paul Hoppe on Vimeo.

you'll have stars that can laugh!

"people have stars, but they aren't the same. for travelers, the stars are guides. for other people, they're nothing but tiny lights. and for still others, for scholars, they're problems. for my businessman, they were gold. but all those stars are silent stars. you, though, you'll have stars like nobody else."

"what do you mean?"

"when you look up at the sky at night, since i'll be living on one of them, since i'll be laughing on one of them, for you, it'll be as if all the stars are laughing. you'll have stars that can laugh!"

and he laughed again.

-the little prince by antoine de saint exupery

Friday, January 23, 2009


(disposable theory #5)

for kirsten, in (lovely) chicago

we parade in the streets and plant trees of change on inauguration day.

it is.
the rain.
it is lovely.
and when they.
held their palms up.
i polished all the silver.
in the house because i couldnt.
stand the sight of tarnished forks.
and i wiped the lipstick off all the glasses.
i filled my pockets with quarters and dimes.
and i left the door open on my way downtown.
in search of the centre. where they all were.
drinking. the wine as quick as the falling.
from the.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

rachel comes from poland,

to los angeles,
and then to phoenix,
(before going on to tucson),
so she and lindsay
can have just one very late night
traveling neighborhood
business meeting.

(with the help of puppy chow,
and chai tea lattes.)
december 2008

Dearest neighborhood...

Dearest traveling neighborhood~

I am making a mythology of a Recycling Revolution!

The story is about you.

Please throw in anything you may have found.

I'll post on

It's about what we have!
We have somuch...

Joana Smith

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Inauguration Special: tapping into the energy source

"imaginations harnessed for a common purpose..."

"Moving forward using all my breath..."

I am only one mommy from Houston, TX,

but sometimes I have ideas,

About how to make normal things...

into something yummy!

Freedom is a very old idea...


is it being able to have all the new stuff you want?

No, that can't be it! *

I am only one mommy in Houston, TX,

...but I know what it takes to make a Revolution.

I saw it in Paris at the CPU/CPE protests in 2006.

The students rose up for better job contracts,

and everyone supported them.

...and it worked!

Now mother earth is at stake...

My friends and I...

We are good at making old things,

new again!

We are small,

but we have some ideas...

Moving forward using all my breath
Making love to you was never second best
I saw the world thrashing all around your face
Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace
I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and
It's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(You should know better)
Dream of better lives the kind which never hate
(You should see why)
Dropped in the state of imaginary grace
(You should know better)
I made a pilgrimage to save this human race
(You should see why)
Never comprehending a race that long gone by
(I'll stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(I'll stop the world)
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
(Let's stop the world)
There's nothing you and I won't do
(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you
The future's open wide
(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(Let's stop the world)
I've seen some changes but it's getting better all the time
(Let's stop the world)
There's nothing you and I won't do
(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you
The future's open wide
hmmm hmmm hmmm
hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm
hmmm hmmm hmmm
hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(Let's stop the world)
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
(Let's stop the world)
There's nothing you and I won't do
(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you
(Let's stop the world)
I'll stop the world and melt with you...

-modern english

*polaroids from my brave, wandering family, with lveo.

Monday, January 19, 2009

phoenix at the end of the beginning


just thinking about some old, faraway neighbors today.

bangolan, cameroon

Friday, January 16, 2009


i have been sick.      lately.
and i did not get much sleep last night.

i am more tired than i can possibly state.


i have been thinking.
(or was thinking today)

about people who renew my spirit.
and i think that can be a part of what
the traveling neighborhood
is about.            




in other people. 


Wednesday, January 14, 2009

moving out of the loft,

(meals on the floor) in
los angeles, august 2008

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

septembre oh five, paris

Verbal Comprehension – Emotions

Expressing delight : géniale, super, chouette, cool, top
Expressing hurt : aie (ouch)
Expressing sympathy: Je suis (vraiment) desolée ; Je pense à toi ; Je suis avec toi.
if someone dies – formal expression : Mes sinceres condoléances.
Expressing surprise : Mon Dieu !
Expressing someone is good-looking :
Cute – chou, mignon(e)
Slang – “Il est beau gosse” (bad word for children, but commonly used)
“Il est une bombe (sexuelle)”

Emotive Commands :
Stop ! – Arretez !
Let me off here – Laissez-moi là.

Warning :
To warn - prévenir
Attention ! (for everything pretty much)

Monday, January 12, 2009


at the beginning


What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?

We have a right to know.

"inventing a new kind of family for a new era"

something found by our friend peter.

"During the holidays, people gather together with their families (parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, close friends) for food and kinship. These gatherings, especially in the United States, can be a rare chance to witness domesticity expand beyond the narrow circle of the nuclear family: mom, dad and the kids.

It’s interesting to note that this familiar nuclear family has been the organizing principle of Western society only since the Industrial Revolution, and that in many parts of the world today a broader network of extended family and fellow villagers are still the primary social glue. I remember a Brazilian friend, who grew up middle-class in cosmopolitan Sao Paulo, telling me that he was a teenager before he was completely sure which people living in his house were blood relatives.

Margaret Mead, the most famous anthropologist of the 20th Century, once commented that, “Ninety-nine percent of the time humans have lived on this planet we’ve lived in tribes, groups of 12 to 36 people. Only during times of war, or what we have now, which is the psychological equivalent of war, does the nuclear family prevail, because it’s the most mobile unit that can ensure the survival of the species. But for the full flowering of the human spirit we need groups, tribes.”

The evolution of society into these smaller family units offers a freedom and flexibility unknown to our ancestors. Few of us today would want the details of our lives (from the time we awake in the morning to the person we marry) to be managed by a chief, priest or patriarch. Even the extended families that dominated the world of our grandparents or great-grandparents would seem stultifying.

Yet, if we looked deeply into our souls, many of us today might admit there is also something attractive about being an intimate part of a wider tribe. Even with our cherished freedom, there is something a bit lonely about our modern existence of tight little families living isolated in their privatized homes. Few of us know our neighbors in any meaningful way, and the rest of our family usually lives far away. When we encounter problems or simply are in a mood to celebrate, there are surprisingly few people to turn to.

Huge industries or government agencies have arisen to meet the needs once take care of by grandma or the “uncle” next door who was not really related but you’d known him your entire life.

Many people today worry that this institutionalization of many basic human activities, from raising kids and caring for the sick to baking birthday cakes, carry a heavy price. This dependence on professionals cuts us off from the rich web of personal relationships that have long sustained human culture. Indeed, it can be argued that as a species we have been shaped through evolution to live as part of these sort of emotional ecosystems, and that the atomized patterns of modern society is one cause of today’s unprecedented levels of mental illness and senseless crime.

Few of us, however, are in any position to move back in with our grandparents. But a growing number of social pioneers are looking for other ways to enjoy both the stimulating possibilities of the modern world and the comfort of our communal heritage. This can be something as simple as neighbors sharing a potluck meal and an in-depth conversation on a weekly or monthly basis. Many groups, such as home-school families and single-parent or gay and lesbian families, are banding together in new kinds of family networks, sharing time and tasks on a regular basis, and being there for one another in a way that goes beyond the usual parameters of friendship.

Co-housing communities, a clear-eyed updating of the commune movement of the 1960s, represents an even bigger step in forging a new kind of extended family not based on blood. Well-established in Northern Europe and now taking roots in North America, these are communities of people who have chosen to live together and share some elements of their daily lives, recreating in a conscious way what happens naturally in traditional villages as means of survival. There are more than 100 co-housing developments built or under development in 34 states and three Canadian provinces, part of a growing world-wide phenomenon in Europe, England, Japan, Australia and New Zealand.

There’s great latitude in how communal these communities want to be, with some that share meals every evening while others that simply have a common space like a clubhouse where neighbors can interact both spontaneously and in regularly scheduled events that offer a satisfying sense of belonging.

All these experiments in creating a new kind of family are important steps toward bringing a greater sense of “we” into modern life. And given the stormy economic forecast, they are also very important for helping people remain healthy, happy and hopeful in the days ahead."

Jay Walljasper

Sunday, January 11, 2009


Did you know that, despite being millions of years old, dinosaurs never cease to be awesome? That is not my opinion, Neighbors.

That is science.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

trains, or the solo thing there

bus to the wharf, san francisco.
and i feel like i'm living life - all these people. i'm relying on public transit, yet making my own fate there's the green and blue freeway signs and the 1920's red of my nail polish and i'm writing too fast for myself the girls behind me talking about drunkenness and father's purple wine teeth oh the wine in excess i can imagine a large man gulping the cabernet from goblet. tom petty keeps me company which is weird because i'm surrounded by people - its reminding me of europe, this solitary travel transit; roadways, trains, planes, sidewalks walking, now we're crossing gray sway bay bridge and a sign for treasure island the real imaginary place. a zeppelin hovers to my right floating out of the clouds the fog and gone again in another moment. i now see coit tower, i see trans america building and oh my heavenly sweet golden gate, a sailor's sky beautiful out west beyond painter's blue, fake looking clouds, bright red smoke stacks of old days painted points. and tiny sailboats.

columbus and la boulange encore oh i remember gary talking about the tenderloin.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

from arizona,

thanksgiving and christmas two thousand eight
in phoenix and flagstaff