things to write about

later because right now im so blah i cant do them justice

-4/20
-2cb and the list that followed "fuck it"
-boys and girls: hooking up with multiple people in one night doesnt make you cool. yes. really.
-vortex : self image.

Ill pick one: 4/20
And boy, Ill be brief. Systematic, in fact:
365 bardians
+1 circle
+1 dog
+1 set o tits
+1 kite
+1 juggler
+1 squid blunt.
+ Blithewood.
+ Security guard Cliff

No, no, I need this.

For those moments...

my shuttle ride: soft chew vitamin commercial? What am I, 80? Followed by takeyourpet.com, a infomercial informing me to take my pets on vacation, and that some hotels only allow animals in the smoking rooms... Probably because the only people justified in taking Sparky on vacation are in fact 80. Now listening to you make me smile, you make me sing like a bird.
2 hours ago

New Perspective: Old photos

ANGST?

Wait, hold on. We're 20. We're developed. Why the angst?


Oh, maybe it's because we're doing that second part of growing up. You know, the actually horrid part of life where you realize the concept of time, but there isn't anything you can do to prevent it from delivering you to old age. Or, even from delivering you to the decisions that will propell you into old age. My major? I need to know it for moderation next year? Relationships, friendships, long distance? You moved from Portland forever and you don't have the money to come back... but yeah buy yourself an iphone, hearing your voice is the same. We have to make the decision whether we work for money or pleasure, whether we live for ourselves or others, or if we really give a damn at all.

I prefer to look at it as a big joke.
And its wonderfully lightening to look at inspiration.
har har.


My flickr account is expiring. Which means, instead of writing my six page frankenstein/genesis comparison paper due tomorrow, I'm going through photos i've taken from 2007.
I remember once, someone asked my why I enjoy taking photos. I don't think he necessarily meant artsy fartsy projects, but he did get me thinking about the documentation process as a whole. And now I think I have a better feeling of why it's important... It's more than the need to create, more than the privelege of getting to call something your own. It's a documentation of how you perceive the world; your friends, your surrounding, your city. And its your perception documenting their perception. It's a big game of telephone where the cords criss and cross and create an impression of a moment, that while real in shape and form, is an instant where you decided how you want things to be seen. Its not being power hungry, but its giving your imagination shape. Similar to putting your pastel to paper, or dipping your brush in a mess of paints... but instead of having free reign to paint the sky purple, at the base of photography you are limited by truths. Therein lies the dichotomy between reality and imagination, between objective and subjective, documentation and creation.

That's what must make a "good" photograph. Ive always made the argument that there is no "good art" ... nothing new, really. So perhaps what i mean is a photograph is most valuable when you perceive, create, and document perceptions and emotions. Sure, I enjoy shooting models, but there needs to be a beauty that is real... you can't pose forever, cant mask over life... A moment that means something to you, captured, and changed to your image... Now that must be what they refer to as "good art"
(Not a bag of dog shit tied to the wall, Bard. Syke.)

Turns out, three years of photos also tell you quite a bit bout yourself.


And now i need a place to hide them...
I'll start with the angst...

Simpler Times