Vere

Vere

vere.alec.casa
An experimental audio diary capturing a bit of spring: one minute or less, every day, from the start of my last term of college to the day I graduate.
Temperate
May 20, 2017 • 1 min
Once, more than three years ago, I sat on this balcony with a friend, and there was a thing with a calculator and some studying and it’s all too unclear but gorgeous.
Why didn’t I take out my retainer?
May 18, 2017 • 0 min
Also, I would like to please stop using the word apropos. Thanks.
What a night we have upon us
May 15, 2017 • 0 min
The time has come.
Small town moon
May 13, 2017 • 0 min
In capturing this moment, I forgot to tag off.
Seasoned with something exotic
May 8, 2017 • 0 min
Special thx to Nichols Farms
Mossy, obscure
May 6, 2017 • 0 min
🌱
The air is heat
May 1, 2017 • 0 min
I will update you if and when I find the things.
It’s that time again
Apr 30, 2017 • 0 min
These two deserve some sort of producer credit on this podcast.
Alec’s a coward
Apr 29, 2017 • 0 min
But breakfast was tasty, so it balances out.
Not seal-shaped, but tasty still
Apr 28, 2017 • 0 min
Have I really never had prickly pear before?
Lacunae
Apr 28, 2017 • 0 min
Oops
Not Zelda’s finest 28 seconds
Apr 24, 2017 • 0 min
πŸ˜•
And some time, make the time
Apr 23, 2017 • 0 min
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Go chasing waterfalls
Apr 22, 2017 • 0 min
It’s so incredibly difficult to meet the sublime (in any of its forms) with words, but let’s just say: dank.
The morning after
Apr 21, 2017 • 0 min
Sometimes the day is so full that there is no time for any of this nonsense (nor is there an internet connection in the woods that can handle it), and so instead there is the grinding of coffee in the gorgeous crystal stillness of the morning.
John Luther Adams
Apr 20, 2017 • 0 min
We’re going to miss you, man.
◾️
Apr 19, 2017 • 0 min
β–ͺ️
Heathcliff is missing
Apr 18, 2017 • 0 min
Classic Heathcliff
Inventory
Apr 17, 2017 • 1 min
If only you could see this stack of beanbags. My words capture their collective shape so poorly.
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
Apr 16, 2017 • 0 min
We learned the chicken line is an allusion to Busta Rhymes.
Crawl!
Apr 15, 2017 • 0 min
Raleigh does not like the name Humphrey Slocombe.
At the bay
Apr 14, 2017 • 0 min
The definition of bay windows has always been a bit obscure to me.
C’est nuis (sp?)
Apr 13, 2017 • 0 min
It’s cold in the lounge.
Diagonal curtain
Apr 12, 2017 • 0 min
Such unexpected geometries (all things)
Three wisps and a sensual smile
Apr 11, 2017 • 1 min
We decided to play Bridge over Water instead.
George Saunders Pourover
Apr 10, 2017 • 0 min
Bring to a bit off boil.
Scott saw his corgis this weekend
Apr 9, 2017 • 0 min
Chicken feet sound so much worse than pills to me.
Momentous vacuum
Apr 8, 2017 • 0 min
There are many ways to make a good day.
A metaphor for something
Apr 7, 2017 • 0 min
The brownies were homemade too.
🌬 πŸŒƒ
Apr 6, 2017 • 0 min
It’s gonna take more than a little rain to keep this bat from going out tonight.
Is it 5:30 already?
Apr 5, 2017 • 0 min
From the chirping of this world to the ticking of our craft
Tenacious and extraordinary isle
Apr 4, 2017 • 0 min
A book received is not necessarily a book read.
CA/train
Apr 3, 2017 • 1 min
Creaky and squeaky and it’s only midday
Prelude
Mar 27, 2017 • 0 min
From spring break’s perch, it’s maybe too easy to be optimistic.