A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old -
This knight so bold -
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow -
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be -
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied -
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries.
Life feeds on death.
Vary your routine. Patterns are traps.
Never call attention to yourself.
Say no more than necessary.
He who hires my hand hires my whole self.
Do that which you fear most, and you will find
the courage which you seek.
Don't get distracted by the big picture;
it's the details that count.
Never tell the whole truth in a trade.
A favor is an investment.
Money is power.
Watch out for things that go too well.
Welcome your fear as a friend, but never show it to others.
If you must die, do so with honor.
Remain calm at all costs.
Knowing a secret is power. But only if it remains your secret.
Trust no one, use everyone.
Be ready to go anywhere
and face any danger.
The live ones are worth more than the dead ones.
He who angers you owns you.
My biggest fear is stagnation in this time off. All too often with big lengths of time off I get depressed, stir-crazy and wanderlusty. I have some creative projects lined up, and a few photo ideas I would love to mess with. I just have to keep up and motivated. Without structure I get lazy and depressed real fast. Not sure how to handle it but atleast this year I'm aware of it and can be kinda pro active.
Anybody with advice or creative ideas, hit me up. I don't wanna sit around for two months getting more crazy and getting lost in too many sci-fi books and have nothing productive to show for it.
- Current Mood: anxious
You always drove with the windows rolled down, even when it rained. Once we saw a man standing on a highway median clutching his briefcase to his chest. He looked the way happiness might feel just before a heart-attack. I wanted to stop the car, get out in the middle of traffic, and ask this stranger what he carried in the front pocket of his double-breasted suit.
Pockets are intimate, I said, and you laughed. You tilted back your head in that way that made me want to kiss your throat.
We met on a Sunday afternoon at the laundry mat. You winked at me as we both watched a woman in a dizzy floral housecoat jam the public washers by shoving thick nickels into the slim spaces of quarter slots. You winked, and I knew that to love you would be like a conspiracy.
I wrote a poem about that woman’s pockets, how they jangled like a love song. I sat barefoot in your car. You turned down the radio that was, at that moment, playing your favorite song. You listened to me read my verse, struggling with the imperfection of the last line.
That night we lay together. You used a ballpoint pen to draw the pyramids on the small of my back. You kissed me like a monument. I walked naked across the room to turn on your stereo. Your eyes watched me move as if I was the eighth wonder of the world.
I played your favorite song. As it swelled above our heads, I came back to your bed. The moon grinned crookedly in the sky. Through the window it shone on your lips that kept repeating my last imperfect line. Slowly and tenderly, I let those words fall against my skin.
The Gypsy Nomads are a New York based duo. Their music has elements of cabaret, gypsy, celtic and punk. Formed in 2005, the duo consists of French born singer and percussionist Samantha Stephenson and guitarist Scott Helland. The duo has developed a following from year-round touring across the U.S. and performing at such U.S. festivals as Wicked Faire, Sirius Rising and (FaerieCon). They are also known by their fans as Frenchy and the Punk, for the duo's french and punk backgrounds.
I’m swollen with unspoken things.
I saw a man on a motorcycle the other day. He reminded me of something beautiful. I rolled down my window. I was prepared to liberate myself by shouting like the poet Lorca, “I would like to crush a hummingbird of love between your teeth.” Just as the words were tipped in my mouth, this dark stranger rammed a finger up his nose and began to root around. I rolled my window back up and drove away.
At times, it feels like even my wildest dreams are ugly and common. Sometimes silence is best.
Physical exhaustion + creative bursts + crash deadline + keeping martian hours = very tired / semi-delirious silly 5am. Need Focus + Rockstar
|7||small mint leaves, plus extra to garnish|
|7||raspberries, plus extra to garnish|
|1 tsp||sugar syrup (see note)|
|40 ml||medium-bodied rum, such as Mount Gay|
|To serve:||soda water, chilled|
|1||In a tumbler, add mint, raspberries, lime and sugar syrup and muddle gently.|
|2||Fill with crushed ice, add rum and give the whole thing a good stir, lifting the mint up from the bottom and through the drink.|
|3||Top with soda water and garnish with mint and a raspberry.|
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I have never been good at small talk. I go to suburban parties and feel out of place. I feign interest. I stifle a yawn. I want to ask you to tell me dirty things about your sex life. I want to argue with you about the existence of God. Instead, you smile with chemically whitened teeth and pass me a tray of appetizers. I’m not interested in where you purchased the smoked gouda. I want you to put down your platter of cheese, pick up your shirt, and show me your scars. How else am I suppose to learn about the world if not by the map of your body, the tight fist of your skin? Clothing is just a pretty camouflage.
I want to feel things. I want to know things by proximity, by the way something bends or resists against the palming of my hand. I want to lean my head to your mouth and feel your words hot on my collar. I want your whispered breath rotten in my ear. Tell me your secrets.
I have Celtic blood that makes me certain I was a sin-eater in another lifetime, or maybe I was the goddess Tiazolteotl, purveyor of filth and lust.
I am not offering you absolution here or now. What I want is certain and more selfish. I want to know that you feel as much as I do, that you too have carried hurt like a belly full of stones.
So, can we just bypass the small talk? I want every single one of you to just give me your dark. I want access to the things that make you sweat in the silence of your night time.
I need to know if your fear, love, and joy is anything like mine.
- Current Mood: discontent
you don't get to be perfect. you don't get to be pure. you don't get to live in a world where everything you do is righteous and respectable. that's not this world. and maybe not even the next.
but along with your opposable thumbs you were given the ability to reason. you were granted the capacity to see into the pool of human experience and, from the very tip of your finger, drop a bit of your Self into that place where darkness reigns. your Self, your beautiful Self falls into the blackness where greed, ignorance and cruelty swirl. and, for a tiny moment, the ripples of your being - your wisdom, your awareness and your light expand in circles, stirring the waters, creating a space for all that's good in the world. and then, when the ripples fade and the surface settles, the blackness returns and in it is your own reflection.
so, what are you then? are you merely an insignificant drop in the vast waters of life? or does everything you do carry such weight that you cannot step carelessly, even for a day?
are you, perhaps, part of that great spiral of good and evil, black and white, stars and darkness?
and to really live in this world, you have to get right with the wrong things you do. they are only a part of the whole. they are the reason you do good. they are the mirror for your righteousness.
be bad sometimes, woman. and then be really good. and then, just be.
and when everything settles and you think that all is lost in darkness, your beauty, having reached the farthest shore, will come rippling back to you.
"You have something very strange," replied Bankei. "Let me see what you have."
"Just now I cannot show it to you," replied the other.
"When can you show it to me?" asked Bankei.
"It arises unexpectedly," replied the student.
"Then," concluded Bankei, "it must not be your own true nature. If it were, you could show it to me at any time. When you were born you did not have it, and your parents did not give it to you. Think that over."
Generic Love PoemKirsty MacDonald
My heart is broken/ leaking/ deceased*
My life is worthless/ so much better/ over*
I'm going to kill myself/ tell your wife/ Dover*
How could you leave me/ not know/ lie?*
I hope you return my stuff/ come back/ die*
I'll never forget you/ forgive you/ go away*
I need closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I'm gay*
Your face/ crotch/ top of your back*
Is so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack*
Your ex/ mother/ best friend from school*
Always made me great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool*
I will miss you/ kill you/ stalk you forever*
That way we can be friends/ get away with it/ be together*
I'm sorry you did this/ I did this /we failed*
I promise to pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don't leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call*
(*delete as appropriate, just delete it all.....)
Yeah I can't handle the awesome.
- Current Mood: pleased
On Nov. 17, 2009, Earth will pass through the 1466 stream again, but this time closer to the center. Based on the number of meteors observed in 2008, Vaubaillon can estimate the strength of the coming display: five hundred or more Leonids per hour. The times provided are optimal view hours for PST, but the Leonid Meteor shower may last up to two days so there may be other times for optimal viewing.
Monday, November 16, 2009 at 11:00pm
Tuesday, November 17, 2009 at 4:00am
- Current Mood: anxious
by Richard Aronson (firstname.lastname@example.org)
...In the early seventies, Ed Whitchurch ran "his game," and one of the participants was Eric Sorenson. Eric plays something like a computer. When he games he methodically considers each possibility before choosing his preferred option. If given time, he will invariably pick the optimal solution. It has been known to take weeks. He is otherwise, in all respects, a superior gamer.
Eric was playing a Neutral Paladin in Ed's game. He was on some lord's lands when the following exchange occurred:
ED: You see a well groomed garden. In the middle, on a small hill, you
see a gazebo.
ERIC: A gazebo? What color is it?
ED: (Pause) It's white, Eric.
ERIC: How far away is it?
ED: About 50 yards.
ERIC: How big is it?
ED: (Pause) It's about 30 ft across, 15 ft high, with a pointed top.
ERIC: I use my sword to detect good on it.
ED: It's not good, Eric. It's a gazebo.
ERIC: (Pause) I call out to it.
ED: It won't answer. It's a gazebo.
ERIC: (Pause) I sheathe my sword and draw my bow and arrows. Does it
respond in any way?
ED: No, Eric, it's a gazebo!
ERIC: I shoot it with my bow (roll to hit). What happened?
ED: There is now a gazebo with an arrow sticking out of it.
ERIC: (Pause) Wasn't it wounded?
ED: OF COURSE NOT, ERIC! IT'S A GAZEBO!
ERIC: (Whimper) But that was a +3 arrow!
ED: It's a gazebo, Eric, a GAZEBO! If you really want to try to
destroy it, you could try to chop it with an axe, I suppose, or you
could try to burn it, but I don't know why anybody would even try.
It's a @#$%!! gazebo!
ERIC: (Long pause. He has no axe or fire spells.) I run away.
ED: (Thoroughly frustrated) It's too late. You've awakened the gazebo.
It catches you and eats you.
ERIC: (Reaching for his dice) Maybe I'll roll up a fire-using mage so
I can avenge my Paladin.
At this point, the increasingly amused fellow party members restored a modicum of order by explaining to Eric what a gazebo is. Thus ends the tale of Eric and the Dread Gazebo. It could have been worse; at least the gazebo wasn't on a grassy gnoll.
Don't i know it!
I have a couple other things I want to try this year before work totally consumes my life. I am finding that I really enjoy this sort of outlet and I know I do good stuff and have nowhere to go but up! I have have the Ideas, and concepts down. Now its just time for practice, practice, practice!
- Current Music:MC Chris - Fett's Vette
1. Document what you are responding to regularly. *journal/sketchbook, blog, listmaking, photo journal, bulletin board collage, internet bookmarks, Allow yourself to go deeper into an idea. Find influence outside of your field. Consider that you are ALWAYS working for yourself.
2. Start to challenge yourself on a regular basis to try new things, (not just for work. *i.e. new foods, colors, processes, classes, travel, become a guerilla artist, etc. Your hobbies are your greatest source of play.)
3. Go back to your childhood, (the formative years). What were your favourite things to do? In this lies some clues as to where you want to focus your energy as an adult. What makes you burst with energy?
4. Do something that is not for money. For your own enjoyment. (Your greatest work will come from here!)
-gifts for friends.
Design for yourself. *See handout on guerilla art.
5. Use sources that are based on your daily life. Your life IS your art. What are the things that are most important in your current life?
6. Become a collector. Collecting allows us to look at one thing in a contemplative & mindful way. Giving you new insights and perceptions. Examples: Maria Kalman -purse contents, Steven Guarnaccia -shoe sole
rubbings, Ian Phillips & Grant Heaps -Lost & Found pet posters, Mark Ulriksen (former art director) -misspellings of his name, Charles & Rae Eames -toys from other countries
7. "Pay no attention to the man behind that curtain." Ignore what other people are doing. It has no bearing on your existence or vision of the world. The times we feel the most discouraged are usually due to the fact we are comparing ourselves to others. Most times reading awards annuals, and industry mags only serves to make us feel inadequate. Try cutting it out entirely. Designer Bruce Mau recommends not entering awards competitions. His reasoning, “Just don’t do it, it’s not good for you.”
8. Don't promote to target your audience. By all means send things out into the world, but don't think in terms of "promoting to get work". Send stuff out because -you're proud of it, -you want to share something with the world, -it's fun to get mail, -to have good karma, -you want to spread your germs, -you like licking stamps. Try sending a postcard of something you made for fun, (i.e. directions on how to make a finger puppet). When thinking of subject matter for promotions look to your current life. If you deal with topics that are important to you a piece will have much more life to it.
9. Take a lighthearted approach (Don't take yourself too seriously). If you feel stuck, you can always reinvent yourself, (re: try something else).
10. Study other artists or creators who followed their own vision. Research.
- Current Mood: calm
It seems that my ambition levels wax and wane alot. I started several projects this summer and am just about finished with the little ones but my big pin-up shoot is coming up next weekend and I am starting to freak out.
I am stressed because so many people are involved. I am shooting in two (maybe three) locations. it turns out that one of my models' sister has a completely retro 50's style home, it is more than perfect! I am so lucky to be able to shoot there. The sister wants to be a model too, this is fine except now I have a third person to shoot that day and I think it is going to make for a very long day. I don't want to say no because it is her home.
I have a friend coming from Denver to do make up. Which is awesome and beyond anything I ever expected. I have people willing to help with photoshop, since I have never really messed with it and don't think anything I will do will look good enough for a show by October. My biggest fear is that since I have so many people involved I want everything to be perfect, because if my photography isn't good I feel like I am disappointing everyone involved. My other fear is that with depending on so many others for their talents my vision will be lost. I have a very specific imagery I am trying to achieve and I have to sort of put that in other artist's hands. The perfectionist control freak in me is pulling her hair out.
I spent the afternoon with a friend who does stuff like this all the time. After talking with him I was both excited and terrified. I learned a lot and took some notes on tips and tricks. I also realized that there is much I don't know and I think I am in way over my head.
I have one model to shoot Saturday and three on Sunday. My first day of shooting for work is that following Monday. After that its back to the constant on the move sort of lifestyle that goes with my job until Christmas. I have also agreed to do some props for a production of Cannibal the Musical that is being put on by some former Cabaret people. Why would I do this to myself? I think I am crazy. Maybe I love the stress. I don't know.
- Current Mood: pensive
- Current Mood: amused
1) Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
2) NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
3) They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
4) You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
- Current Mood: annoyed
Today is Nikola Tesla's 154th Birthday! So, if you enjoy all of your electricity, radios, robots, and computer science he's the man to thank!
100 Snapshot album
These are the categories I can have ONE black and white and One color in each category.
Division: 112 – Black & White
Division: 113 – Color
1. Animals, domestic, pets
2. Animals, wild
3. Animals, farm
7. Computer assisted/enhanced
9. Fair Theme “Best Six Days of Summer” Tropical
10. Landscape, deserts
11. Landscape, lakes, rivers
12. Landscape, mountains
13. Landscape, pasture, fields
14. Natural phenomenon
15. Night scene
18. Special effects, motion, action
20. Still Life
21. Sunrise/Sunset, please identify
22. Super closeup
25. Any other, please identify
- Current Mood: thirsty
- Current Music:Abney Park - Sacrilege