August 2008
18 posts
As Promised.
Thumbs up!
Good Friday.
All day, good feelings. Maybe stemming from last night in which a young presidential candidate finally put all his ideas together and made a complete call for change. I like Barack Obama. I don’t love him, but I value and respect his gusto and hope. Whatever happens these next four years, it will be a slow and painful process. Changes aren’t going to immediately affect anything, so be ready to...
Haunted Heart.
So, my mother tells me to do a lot of things that I just don’t want to do. “Go to the dentist, pay your loans, don’t drink so much, save $300 a month, etc.” Some, I begrudgingly must do, or suffer the close to catastrophic consequences; but the ones I’m able not to do, usually wind up undone. It’s a shame really, because many great recommendations fall by the wayside, a...
Frank Sinatra. All Day Long.
America. Fuck yeah. I’ve been so busy catching up these past two days, but besides the awful news out of my home town, it has been great to be back. Frankie’s been keeping me company literally the entire day and has done his best to engrain the song I had in my head as I woke up this morning. “Come Rain or Come Shine.” It’s a classic. Everyone’s done it. From...
Paris Je T'aime.
Back in New York, where I have to make sure I clean off the top of my soda pop can, I’m home, and I’m taking a stand. One my verbose and legato style isn’t quite accustomed to. Might even take offense to.
Paris in one word:
Magic.
The cobblestones, the alleyways, the light, the small passage ways in walls that when entered somehow turn into expansive courtyards, filled with...
Friday Night Flights.
Butterflies. Not the ones that come from catepillars. The ones that come from stomachs.
Hours now.
I’ll miss the city and its muses, but I’m sure I’ll happen upon a few new friends in my short but sweet travels. I call ten days short because I secretly covet the title of Vagabond, and responsbilities aside, it would be all too easy for me to be on the road until I turned 30.
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Thursday Night Laundry.
Club. I wish I could add “club” to the end of that title, but I can’t. In order to qualify as a club, an organization must have at least some kind of regular meeting time. If I could make a habit of doing laundry on a certain day once a week, my quality of life would go through the roof. At this point, it comes down to a brutal trudge down the block with two different socks on.
Tonight found my...
More Notes to the Women for John McCain.
This is for you.
For everyone else, a call to action.
Something needs to be done about this.
Endangered Species Act Changes give Agencies more say.
Tears and Heaven.
Sam Taylor-Wood’s work has been impressing people for quite some time now. Her breakthrough came in 1994, when she orchestrated Killing Time, a piece in which she filmed four people miming an opera score. Since then, most of her work has been with large multi screen video and print.
Commissioned by the likes of friend Elton John and the National Portrait Gallery, her photographs and films...
On Action.
It’s time to stop saying, “I hope this happens.”
It’s time to stop hoping things happen. Hoping the masses will finally make a decision that will guide us out of an economic slump, out of a reputation as a global bully, and into an age where fiscal consequences aren’t the world’s magic 8 ball. Like that’s ever going to happen. Maybe once we annihilate ourselves at the hand of our own...
Peace on the Street.
Sometimes life’s little adventures take me down fun tangential roads. Sometimes the tangents just find me. And how lovely they are.
Walking down 23rd street, I saw what looked like a friend. Standing, smiling, next to some sort of street installation is generally a promising sign. Disgustingly friendly and curious as I tend to be, I stopped, chatted, learned, and was so pleasantly surprised by...
Rat.
Oh how I’ve missed you Mel.
She moved to Atlanta and now she has a Southern accent. Ya’ll should hear it.
Love!
Precious Cargo.
As I stopped to get a shot of the stage and the happenings.
Girl: “Cheeeese”
Mom: “He’s not taking a picture of you, sweetie”
Me: “Aaawww. I can though.”
She’s so cute, and I’m so glad I got this shot.
And Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Sophia. Daughter of our good friends Harry and Nadia. What a special little girl. Love love.
Sunday Funday.
Yesterday’s post should give us all some fodder for conversation and thought for at least a couple days. Let me know what you think of what I layed out.
I’m off to the park to the African Guitar Festival, a Prospect Park hosted, all-day festival of food, clothing, crafts, and music from all over Africa.
I will have fun. Undoubtedley. As fun is very important to me, and is the only...
State of the Humans Address.
I do what I can to provide some sort of direction along the avenues of this giant highway. I’m not sure how many of you follow them. I’m not asking you to. My only goal is to offer up some sort of shove in the right direction.
It’s all just a giant game of Blindman’s Bluff. We’ve all been blindfolded, spun around and let wander until we can grab onto something we actually care about holding...
Who Knew Aims and Goals started with B&W.
I guess I didn’t realize the journey I’d embarked on when I won the Yashica Minister D for $40 on Ebay. It’s been almost a year now, and I’m full blown, blown up, and highly focused on the art of photography. Not at all willing or able to give up music, welcoming different size apertures and shutter speeds into my life has provided me with a holster and a six shooter on my other hip. There was a...