Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
AN ORDINARY SUNDAY
Monday, December 1, 2008
Delayed Memories Gone Askew (by Varying Artist)
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?
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?
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
The Valiant Efforts of a Graduate Student
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
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