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After an afternoon of looking at too many mid-XXth century science and technology ads, this option for the "Design is..." playoff came together.
The typeface is Priest Condensed, from FoundFonts™.
Street portrait
Candid
He lays his head
on a man's body
In Whitehall.
Lovingly.
Respectfully.
It is his
His father.
After an afternoon of looking at too many mid-XXth century science and technology ads, this option for the "Design is..." playoff came together.
The typeface is Priest Condensed, from FoundFonts™.
(Still haven't called AT&T Wireless... I'm going to have to sooner or later. No mobile updates unless it's from the laptop and AT&T Wi-Fi spots for now.)
Anyway, here's what I wrote down on pen and paper at work...
2-24-10 - 1046
The sun is trying to peek through...
They may try to take away my job,
They may try to take away my cell phone wireless web.
They may even try to take away my friends. (Even future friends.)
But... They cannot break my spirit,
Nor can they take away what makes me who I am....
When I'm completely broken down,
When everything I have is stripped away,
When I truly have nothing left to lose,
Then, there is nowhere to go but up.
I know I am stronger than I think I am.
Time passes on, people, places, and situations change.
Things happen which we may have little or no control over.
But every ending is merely the beginning of something else.
It could be similar, or it could be different.
Everyone and everything is in a constant state of evolution and change..
All we need to realize is that we only give up control over things if we choose to...
I choose to stand my ground, travel down that road, and see where it takes me.
My beacon will shine bright... It's my time to shine.
I will create my own singularity....
(It's happening even at this very moment...)
And now when I say a word of kindness to someone
Am I a fraud
For I was unkind to you
And now when I speak of freedom for the enslaved
Am I a fraud
For I trapped you and left you in fear
How can I ever touch the face of a child
And feel tenderness in my heart
Knowing I stole something precious from you my sweet one
I'm a fraud
I'm a fraud
Yes now I'm a fraud
And I pay the price.
I must face the police.
And now when I speak to my mother and brother
Will they know that I'm a common thief.
I've always been a keen actor
When I've been down and out
Keeping my chin up and my step in place
but now when I say a word of kindness to someone
I am afraid that I am a fraud
I can not play this part well
Shame is on my face and in my voice
He's a a fraud they will say
He is so unkind
Everyone can see through me now.
Had a few of these recently. Been feeling weird like I'm not myself started the other day sat looking over youtube videos and got a head rush, but the feeling stayed felt like I was looking at my self in third person. I'm not really in to any religion but I see my self as an agnostic I want there to be life after death but I just don't honestly believe in it (I see myself as part of the science generation nearly everything can be explained). But this feeling is almost like my sub-concious or soul, whatever you want to call it is becoming separated from my body at times. I was going to include this as part of my 365 but other things have happened in the days that I wanted to include. So if it happens again I may stage a shoot.
Made on photoshop CS5 with my portrait from day 72 (www.flickr.com/photos/jonnycairns/7887956972/in/set-72157...)because I liked it so much, love the weird symmetry the layers make. Might try out a few different colours.
My first cinematic attempt.
Sweb, In deep thoughts while listening Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.
@ Ahsan's Studio,
Changchun, China.
Cleopatra:
My salad days,
When I was green in judgment, cold in blood,
To say as I said then!
Antony And Cleopatra Act 1, scene 5, 67–75. " Some believe that "salad" refers to the sort of meal one was once, in less lavish (or more diet-conscious) days, forced to subsist on. Others think of their salad days as times of youthful innocence and indulgence, of brightly colored, freshly grown adventures. But the inventor of the phrase had neither romantic poverty nor flaming youth in mind.
By "salad days" Cleopatra refers to a time not when she had to eat salad, but when she was like salad. From the fifteenth century on, "salad" could mean any raw vegetable; metaphorically, the young Cleopatra was as "green" (inexperienced) and "cold" (passionless) as a piece of lettuce. At least, this is how she now explains her youthful affair with Julius Caesar. Her affair with Caesar, she insists, was never real, and her words then were meaningless. Her "judgment" (discretion, taste) and "blood" (passion) have matured; she portrays her "salad days" as a time of unreflective indulgence.
And, with that said, this is my dinner.
in⋅tro⋅spec⋅tion /ˌɪntrəˈspɛkʃən [in-truh-spek-shuhn]
–noun
1. observation or examination of one's own mental and emotional state, mental processes, etc.; the act of looking within oneself.
30 tiny moments-moment one
38/365
Children need encouragement. So if a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way, he develops a good, lucky feeling. - Jack Handey (deep thoughts)
The above picture represents what I often feel like when I'm trying to figure something out in my head. Especially when I'm having a hard time making sense of it. My mind spins round and round, churning out novel perspectives on how to make sense of a puzzling result. In sum, this picture illustrates for me that some things in life are a part of you no matter what road you take.
Never did find out 3D mans name, or read his huge information board due to people blocking the view. I know he had finished works laying around where one had to stand in a certain spot to get the effect.
Friday night and that can only mean one thing: Movie night!
Mouse Girl was so into the movie she didn't even care that I went right in front of her with the camera.
What am I thinking about? There are so many things. Top of my mind is probably wondering what everyone is going to think/say when I confess that I have decided not to run the Whidbey Island Marathon at the end of March.
After driving the course last weekend, I realized that I am not quite physically and mentally up to the challenge of the course. Its very hilly - especially at the end. I just don't feel ready. My mind is exhausted and my body is breaking down. I have enough respect for the difficulty of running 26.2 miles to not put my toe to the start line unless I feel really ready.
I feel like a quitter even though I know that I am making the right decision. I absolutely hate feeling this way. Although, I actually think that it takes a lot to put your ego aside and admit that you're not ready for something. We are constantly fed stories of people who have defied all odds to accomplish amazing tasks. "You can do anything you put your mind to!", etc, etc. But, as great as that all sounds - its not always the reality of the situation.
I'm going to keep running, although I'll dial things back and give my ankle a chance to rest, I've got my eye on a couple marathons in May that are probably more appropriate for my first marathon experience. When I'm ready, i know that it will be an awesome experience. That's what I'm looking forward to.
DEEPER THINKS series part 1 of 7
BeeZeer is a "filosfer." You might not guess it to look at at him, but he often has deeper thinks. Why, just today I asked him, "Is a thread bare? Is a root square? Is an apartment complex?"
He thought for a moment and then looked at me with his ever-present vacant stare. I knew the lights were hardly on, and no one was home, but he surprised me.
After a belch of cosmic proportions (thinking always makes BeeZeer burp), he put a finger to his chin and replied,
"A thread is bare when it is hardly there, but don't pull on it 'cuz you never know what is attached to the other end and many an embarrassing moment has been had at the drop of a hat cuz the the thread pulled provided a full moon over Miami. A root is square only at a competitive folk dance contest and is often used to trip up the opposing corners, or to knock them in the head if they have good balance. An apartment is complex only before the New Year's Eve party causes an apartment wrecks. After that it is pretty much just a pile of rubble and one rock looks like another."
I think I'll ask shorter questions next time.
365/52/7 one year, 52 different toys, 7 photos each week.