photographer is Martin Parr.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Bim Bom
Just swallowed a little piece of mercury.
Headache for the first time in a while.
Poker night tonight, hopefully with a live ambient dj/musician.
Off to St. Johns in a bit to go to a huge, multiple venue photography exhibit.
Gearing up for trip to Louisiana.
Finals around the bend. This means the end of math classes... maybe forever!
It also means the beginning of serious hard core electrical engineering classes.
Headache for the first time in a while.
Poker night tonight, hopefully with a live ambient dj/musician.
Off to St. Johns in a bit to go to a huge, multiple venue photography exhibit.
Gearing up for trip to Louisiana.
Finals around the bend. This means the end of math classes... maybe forever!
It also means the beginning of serious hard core electrical engineering classes.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Well, would you believe me if I said a lot has happened since my last post? If you did, you'd be right.
Nothing exciting, of course, just a little bit of life. Is this what they're talking about when they say live a full life?
School is in full thrall, the girls are really rocking it, we're gearing up for a trip to Louisiana in December, Corinne is working harder than ever, being more rad than ever. We took a little weekend trip to Astoria up where the Columbia meets the Pacific, and we practiced having fun there. My friend Dave and I had a photo show at a gallery. Worked out alright. We'll see if any prints sell. They were mostly portraits, so I don't have high expectations. The aesthetics of the show were nice, so that was a plus.
Fall term is coming to a close and I will be happy to finally put math classes to bed. I've been looking at job opportunities and it looks like being an electrical engineer will be a good move for me. Lots of jobs, varying degrees of skill and experience. It's kind of exciting! Granted, I'm a total nerd, but if I can parlay that to my advantage, all the better.
Nothing exciting, of course, just a little bit of life. Is this what they're talking about when they say live a full life?
School is in full thrall, the girls are really rocking it, we're gearing up for a trip to Louisiana in December, Corinne is working harder than ever, being more rad than ever. We took a little weekend trip to Astoria up where the Columbia meets the Pacific, and we practiced having fun there. My friend Dave and I had a photo show at a gallery. Worked out alright. We'll see if any prints sell. They were mostly portraits, so I don't have high expectations. The aesthetics of the show were nice, so that was a plus.
Fall term is coming to a close and I will be happy to finally put math classes to bed. I've been looking at job opportunities and it looks like being an electrical engineer will be a good move for me. Lots of jobs, varying degrees of skill and experience. It's kind of exciting! Granted, I'm a total nerd, but if I can parlay that to my advantage, all the better.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Co Plove
Holy shit a cop will fuck your life up for a few moments. Why would I care, I'm trying to be nice and get out of the ticket the whole time I'm incredulously watching you scribble on that thing that won't let any information go, the carbon copy is thick right back to headquarters everything you're writing is showing up real-time in bright lights in some empty room filled with electric memory. Even if you wanted to I'd still get humped for a quick and greasy $200 so why am I still smiling and not spiting you in your face? Because I love humans and yes, you are a human and I love you you fucking monkey's uncle in a wigwam gestapo suit. And yes you may shoot me in the armpit stat just aim at my wallet and split the check.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The Magpies of Negaland
Oh my goodness! My back was achin' achin' achin' from sitting living, lugging huge rucksacks of huge textbooks about and about, and a bed that just won't quit until I'm busted. Moanin' and groanin' and Corinne convinced me to hop on the Pilates crucifix, so I did and now I feel wonderful! Oh, what a little exercision can do for a soul (and his back bones).
--break--
OK, back from my day, winding down, the old lady's out partying while I'm here at home washing dishes, doing calculus and dinking around on the computer. Obviously. Don't ever let it be said I didn't pull my fair share of work!
Nothing new here really, you all already know the score. Trying to gear up for a Louisiana trip around Christmas time, that should be a lot of fun. Other than that just trudging right along, trying to have fun all the while.
--break--
OK, back from my day, winding down, the old lady's out partying while I'm here at home washing dishes, doing calculus and dinking around on the computer. Obviously. Don't ever let it be said I didn't pull my fair share of work!
Nothing new here really, you all already know the score. Trying to gear up for a Louisiana trip around Christmas time, that should be a lot of fun. Other than that just trudging right along, trying to have fun all the while.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
True Confusions
Sunday morning, blearily doing things like washing dishes, chatting with the children, wringing my hands over god knows what. Homework is calling, not too loudly though. Like to stay ahead of the wave, like a surfer way up not worrying about tanking. Feels good that way, although being in the tube can be a blast too. I'm guessing.
Watched Peter Greenaway's "The Draughtsman's Contract" last night. The man knows how to make movies that leave people in a state of "huh?", that much is for sure. I liked it, it was one his most straightforward movies I've seen, and yet still very quirky. "Drowning By Numbers" was also in a similar vein.
OK, time to go make pancakes and do some calculus. Ahh... Sunday mornings...
Watched Peter Greenaway's "The Draughtsman's Contract" last night. The man knows how to make movies that leave people in a state of "huh?", that much is for sure. I liked it, it was one his most straightforward movies I've seen, and yet still very quirky. "Drowning By Numbers" was also in a similar vein.
OK, time to go make pancakes and do some calculus. Ahh... Sunday mornings...
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Borg Template
Been cloning my thoughts lately, just to keep up. There's a decided lack of nothing in my life- it's like a circuit with no resistors, just keeps ramping up, theoretically impossible, but still in effect...
I often have this feeling of emptiness, maybe like a person who loses an arm or a leg feels, like there's nothing where something should be. But it's nothing that I had before, at least not that I can recall, so it's a more distant feeling of a void. To think of Rimbaud and those types, who did the world in by the age of 18, and to think of coming up on 40 soon, it's a little unnerving. Where did I think I would be by now? And doing what? Why did I think I was god's little comet, sent here to zip through the world and blind the citizens with my blaze of perfection? I would really love to blame it on being brought up "special", but I'm not that lazy. It's my own fault. It's a character flaw that I can live with or work out. How long did Narcissus stay there at the lake?
Bought two new books yesterday: Edith Hamilton's "Mythology" and Italo Calvino's "Italian Folktales". These are for reading to the girls and also reading to myself. The girls woke up in the middle of the night last night and I read a bit to them from each book. They were entranced, even in the Calvino one which has no pictures. Satie's getting better at pictureless books, but Odile generally needs something. I did convince her to look at the words like they were a picture and that worked last night, but I don't know how many more times that's going to work.
But they were enthralled with the convoluted tales, especially since they contained Queens and Goddesses... these are the great stories, the myths that have fed human minds for thousands of years. I think it will help the girls' minds expand and become more fertile.
I often have this feeling of emptiness, maybe like a person who loses an arm or a leg feels, like there's nothing where something should be. But it's nothing that I had before, at least not that I can recall, so it's a more distant feeling of a void. To think of Rimbaud and those types, who did the world in by the age of 18, and to think of coming up on 40 soon, it's a little unnerving. Where did I think I would be by now? And doing what? Why did I think I was god's little comet, sent here to zip through the world and blind the citizens with my blaze of perfection? I would really love to blame it on being brought up "special", but I'm not that lazy. It's my own fault. It's a character flaw that I can live with or work out. How long did Narcissus stay there at the lake?
Bought two new books yesterday: Edith Hamilton's "Mythology" and Italo Calvino's "Italian Folktales". These are for reading to the girls and also reading to myself. The girls woke up in the middle of the night last night and I read a bit to them from each book. They were entranced, even in the Calvino one which has no pictures. Satie's getting better at pictureless books, but Odile generally needs something. I did convince her to look at the words like they were a picture and that worked last night, but I don't know how many more times that's going to work.
But they were enthralled with the convoluted tales, especially since they contained Queens and Goddesses... these are the great stories, the myths that have fed human minds for thousands of years. I think it will help the girls' minds expand and become more fertile.
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