It was a dark and stormy night...twas September 20th. I was on a boat named the the "Nemesis of the Sea". Turns out the sea was not so friendly to threats. Who would've thought that? But yeah, jumped and went a swimming in an ocean that welcomed me only to drown. So I says to the ocean, "FUCK YOU!!! You wet and moist dank ass excuse for a medium. Who are you to judge!!! I chose the boat outta spite for the right to party, and not outta maliciousness".
Guess that wasn't a good enough excuse for the home of creatures who wander aimlessly in hopes of either finding things anew, or escaping the laws of nature. Now, it's time to digress. Laws of nature? What, like the 'big fish eat the little fish'? Fine, but parasites and viri (ya ya, it's viruses, but viri's much more viral) can take down anything.
Just like when those belligerent aliens came to conquer earth, they gots the red algae surprise. So these so-called laws can only be trusted as far as we can travel througout space. Scientists and what not can predict and they're probably correct, but still, who knows? The laws, some might say like limits {though not Bell's limit in terms of this line o thought eh}, are meant to be broken. And yea, they're finding out that the speed 'limit' of light ain't so fast apparently. Go on "Spooky entanglements" and shine on you crazy diamonds.
Time to digress from the digression and return to where? The brutal body of water that swallowed my head. Though this sea had ponds of poison to creates the waves of all that reside in our thoughts. And with this, I not only swayed in the undertow of these currents, but resurfaced every now and then in ponds of perfected peace. This was fine by me, but fleeting moments rowed around to cause the Charybdis in service of the Scylla to quickly persuade me to look for the "Nemesis".
Ahh, yar, found it over me left shoulder. Got me arse back on and though am still wondering about water, am drying up @ least for the time being. Also, realized it's Sept 22nd (well, actually technically Nov 24th if you count the posted date). Hmm, what happened to the 21st?
Monday, December 1, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
12 ppy [+1]
photos per year [ppy] is a measure of resolution. the following is my life at 12ppy [+1], one image for each month between september 21st 2007 and september 21st 2008. this will continue with 52ppy, and eventually 365ppy.
September [21st] 2008 - Barcelona - my desk
October 2007 - Barcelona - Bar Pastis
November 2007 - Barcelona - Near the cathedral
December 2007 - Somewhere between Barcelona and Bilbao
January 2008 - Barcelona - Three Kings celebration as seen from terrace
February 2008 - Barcelona - view from the Sagrada Familia
March 2008 - Boulder, CO - Working with Monika
April 2008 - Barcelona - Tomas DJing the party on the terrace
May 2008 - Barcelona - Electric Tibidabo Church
June 2008 - Barcelona - Can Valdaura party
July 2008 - Lanzarote - El Golfo
August 2008 - Barcelona - Razzmatazz
September 2008 - Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
September [21st] 2008 - Barcelona - my desk
October 2007 - Barcelona - Bar Pastis
November 2007 - Barcelona - Near the cathedral
December 2007 - Somewhere between Barcelona and Bilbao
January 2008 - Barcelona - Three Kings celebration as seen from terrace
February 2008 - Barcelona - view from the Sagrada Familia
March 2008 - Boulder, CO - Working with Monika
April 2008 - Barcelona - Tomas DJing the party on the terrace
May 2008 - Barcelona - Electric Tibidabo Church
June 2008 - Barcelona - Can Valdaura party
July 2008 - Lanzarote - El Golfo
August 2008 - Barcelona - Razzmatazz
September 2008 - Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Valiant Efforts of a Graduate Student
Waking up to the cheerful memories of the previous evening's birthday
party. As the day begins, I realize my house is a mess and I have hundreds of
pages to read! Plus, my head hurts, which is an entirely different
story.
Back in bed, highlighter in hand, I stare at my ceiling...
from Molly
party. As the day begins, I realize my house is a mess and I have hundreds of
pages to read! Plus, my head hurts, which is an entirely different
story.
Back in bed, highlighter in hand, I stare at my ceiling...
from Molly
The Valiant Efforts of a Graduate Student
Focus remains for a very short time!
Hmmm...Distracted again...
Attempt number two:
Hmmm...Distracted again...
Attempt number two:
The Valiant Efforts of a Graduate Student
Have I mentioned that my ceiling is more interesting than this article?
Little voices in my head convince me I have earned a lunch break : )
And some old candy : )
One more try...
Blurred into oblivion!
by Molly
Little voices in my head convince me I have earned a lunch break : )
And some old candy : )
One more try...
Blurred into oblivion!
by Molly
Saturday, September 27, 2008
The Median
I talked to the paramedics that brought her in and found out that the young girl had jumped out of a car going 65MPH down highway E470. My mind races with questions like...What would compel someone to jump out of a moving car at that speed? Someone that doesn't want to live life anymore I suppose. I've never been able to connect with suicide.
We take her into emergency room #3, take x-rays, and pull them up on the screen...Dr. Palo establishes that she has broken virtually every major bone structure in her face, her right humerus, and right scapula. Dr. Palo orders emergency surgery and we take her up to the O.R.
With in minutes of arriving to the O.R. we see the family of the young girl and a group of about 5 of her friends. Everyone is hysterical. The police are in the corner of the waiting room questioning an older man...Possibly the father?
We retreat back to the ER and continue through the rest of our already strange day.
Patients come in left and right...one of the busiest Sundays we've had in quite a while. It must be a full moon or something. I can't seem to stop thinking about that young girl up in surgery. For some reason I begin visualizing a "reenactment" of the event in my head. I see the car door open...the solid yellow line zipping across the pavement of the highway. Then I see the young girl jump and hit the ground.
This image repeats over and over again in my head. No matter how hard I try...I can't stop it. At this point I realize that three hours have past. My good friend Scotty comes up to me and says... "Have you heard more about that trauma that came in?" I say no and he begins to fill me in. "I talked to Kathy in surgery and she said that the young girl jumped out of the car because she got into an argument with her father, who was driving at the time. "An argument?" I say. "Just an argument?" I have heard of troubled youth before, hell I was one of them, but I've never heard of anyone jumping out of a moving car just over and argument.
My mind continues to race. What if the father was beating her...or maybe she was on drugs? Only they know the real story.
Work continues on into the evening with little time to even breath...It's like everyone decided to hurt themselves/get sick all at once. In health care, you always have a customer.
T.B.C.
We take her into emergency room #3, take x-rays, and pull them up on the screen...Dr. Palo establishes that she has broken virtually every major bone structure in her face, her right humerus, and right scapula. Dr. Palo orders emergency surgery and we take her up to the O.R.
With in minutes of arriving to the O.R. we see the family of the young girl and a group of about 5 of her friends. Everyone is hysterical. The police are in the corner of the waiting room questioning an older man...Possibly the father?
We retreat back to the ER and continue through the rest of our already strange day.
Patients come in left and right...one of the busiest Sundays we've had in quite a while. It must be a full moon or something. I can't seem to stop thinking about that young girl up in surgery. For some reason I begin visualizing a "reenactment" of the event in my head. I see the car door open...the solid yellow line zipping across the pavement of the highway. Then I see the young girl jump and hit the ground.
This image repeats over and over again in my head. No matter how hard I try...I can't stop it. At this point I realize that three hours have past. My good friend Scotty comes up to me and says... "Have you heard more about that trauma that came in?" I say no and he begins to fill me in. "I talked to Kathy in surgery and she said that the young girl jumped out of the car because she got into an argument with her father, who was driving at the time. "An argument?" I say. "Just an argument?" I have heard of troubled youth before, hell I was one of them, but I've never heard of anyone jumping out of a moving car just over and argument.
My mind continues to race. What if the father was beating her...or maybe she was on drugs? Only they know the real story.
Work continues on into the evening with little time to even breath...It's like everyone decided to hurt themselves/get sick all at once. In health care, you always have a customer.
T.B.C.
The Fantastic Adventure of R.A.Y.
Greetings and Salutations!!
This year i made a picture book about my September 21st
To view please click on the following link:
The Fantastic Adventure of R.A.Y.
i've thouroughly enjoyed the posts thus far and look forward to those to come!!
Cheers to Life!!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
From Awaji-Island
My Friend Gaku sent this:
I live in Awaji-island.
Today, I worked part-time in the botanical garden.
It was very fun.
Joseph's Septemer 21st 2008
My day was spent in the close arms of friends and family.
AM
Reading in bed with Denise while drinking breakfast tea.
Brunch with Denise, her sister and sister's son.
MID-DAY
Alone time.
Met with Dre, Aaron, Danielle for Broncos football at Dre's house.
Played pass in the street, ate snacks and cheered on our team.
PM
Cooked dinner with Dre, Danielle, Aaron, Fish and Allie. Wonderful meal to fill our bellies.
Watched kung fu movie and ate ice cream.
LATE-PM
Read myself to sleep.
Great day!
Posted be me on behalf of my brother Joe
The Inception
I woke up around 8:00 in the morning to the constant howling of our neighbor's dog. Whenever a siren sounds the dog feels the need to communicate with it.
I stumble out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to relieve myself of the harmful toxins I exposed my body to the night before. For some reason whenever I am sitting on the toilet...I have the most profound realizations. I am a working vessel...I am breathing air...My design is complex...There is blood pumping through my veins and arteries. I don't know why, I just sit there an contemplate these things.
Suddenly realize what I was dreaming about the night before. My teeth were falling out of my mouth again...This is the third dream now...maybe I should look up it's significance. I check the mirror and give a big grin...Thank god! There all there.
I come out of the bathroom and grab my economics textbook. School has become my life. I read for awhile and notice that it is almost 9:30am. I change my clothes, throw my backpack around my shoulder and go out the door. It's a bright day, full of sunshine and crisp air. As I am walking to the bus stop I wonder when the cold will come. I prefer the winter...something about it makes me feel alive. Maybe it's the fact that everything else around me is dead.
I walk up to the corner to find my good friend Mano (he is a regular at the bus stop...He's there in the morning when I leave and there in the afternoon when I get back. For all I know he sits there all day). We talk for a bit about the state of our U.S. Economy. (I always seem to have "current event" conversations with him) The bus pulls up and I step inside.
The long bus ride down south is a beautiful hour as usual. As strangers pile on and off the bus I can't help but wonder where they are going?...What lives do they lead?
I reach my destination and a sense of sorrow washes over me as I realize I have to say goodbye to the beautiful day and succumb to working for a wage.
The second I clock in there is an overhead page stating that a trauma is coming to the ER. I rush over and see the paramedics bringing in a 16 year old girl that is completely covered in blood.
More to come...
I stumble out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to relieve myself of the harmful toxins I exposed my body to the night before. For some reason whenever I am sitting on the toilet...I have the most profound realizations. I am a working vessel...I am breathing air...My design is complex...There is blood pumping through my veins and arteries. I don't know why, I just sit there an contemplate these things.
Suddenly realize what I was dreaming about the night before. My teeth were falling out of my mouth again...This is the third dream now...maybe I should look up it's significance. I check the mirror and give a big grin...Thank god! There all there.
I come out of the bathroom and grab my economics textbook. School has become my life. I read for awhile and notice that it is almost 9:30am. I change my clothes, throw my backpack around my shoulder and go out the door. It's a bright day, full of sunshine and crisp air. As I am walking to the bus stop I wonder when the cold will come. I prefer the winter...something about it makes me feel alive. Maybe it's the fact that everything else around me is dead.
I walk up to the corner to find my good friend Mano (he is a regular at the bus stop...He's there in the morning when I leave and there in the afternoon when I get back. For all I know he sits there all day). We talk for a bit about the state of our U.S. Economy. (I always seem to have "current event" conversations with him) The bus pulls up and I step inside.
The long bus ride down south is a beautiful hour as usual. As strangers pile on and off the bus I can't help but wonder where they are going?...What lives do they lead?
I reach my destination and a sense of sorrow washes over me as I realize I have to say goodbye to the beautiful day and succumb to working for a wage.
The second I clock in there is an overhead page stating that a trauma is coming to the ER. I rush over and see the paramedics bringing in a 16 year old girl that is completely covered in blood.
More to come...
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Richard & Eva
While walking down the street I hear the giggling of a girl coming from the second story window of the apartment complex in front of me. I look up and the girl is running around the room naked. It sounds as if the couple is engaging in a round WWF wrestling. I ask them if I can take pictures of them. They allow me into their space & I photograph them.
Family
All once homeless, the people in this house have come together to create family. Tonight they will hold a branding ceremony. Each family member will have a circle branded on them to signify unity.
Monday, September 22, 2008
the house disappearing
On 21st Sep, I was editting photos. I took those on 20th though...
we had party at my friend's house (in Koenji Tokyo) that is supposed to be pulled down soon.
we had party at my friend's house (in Koenji Tokyo) that is supposed to be pulled down soon.
Besides editting, I was cleaning my room. I found that I like the smell of chlorination.
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