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May 30th 2017
Self Portrait
The world isn't on fire, it's just an illusion, baby. So breathe - there's no more smoke in your lungs.
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It seems my life has been in a continual path of teaching me how to let go. Ever since i up and left Northern Ontario nothing has remained constant. I thought i had found that for a while but again i was reminded to learn to roll with the change and to let go of nearly everything i had worked to make "my own."
This is okay because i am human and humans are resilient. It's all about how we accept change, it's about how we look at it. I have started to see my life for what i have instead of what i do not have or what i thought was mine but really it wasn't. I have realized time and time again just how rich my life truly is. The emotions we go through and the experiences are all real and very valid. It is okay to let go when things change because those things are not meant for your life, plain and simple. This does not mean it doesn't or shouldn't hurt, but holding on to a failing idea or toxic people, or whatever it may be that you are facing, that hurts much more. Life is for living, and being excited about. I realize not everyone is as fortunate as i am and i know there are people out there who are more fortunate than me, but that doesn't mean that there isn't something worth smiling for today. I hope for anyone who is in the throws of their lives to be able to see that, and to allow it to affect them for even just a moment.
You can buy a shirt with this design on it from A T-Shirt For Your Thoughts at:
www.zazzle.com/thought_1_birds_shirt-235941780701340786
This is an old picture that I just felt like Photoshopping.
This weekend has been spent watching nearly all of 3 different Harry Potter movies, going to see Limitless in theaters, going prom dress shopping, going to a flea market, hanging out with my friends, going to see Red Riding Hood in theaters, having creepy encounters with my friends, and collecting all of my change and getting money from Coinstar.
Needless to say, I had a good time.
Yeah I realize I never upload and I always talk about never uploading, but itsokay because no one is reading this or looking at this photo.
I just liked the simplicity of this, nothing too exciting but I'm going back to school tomorrow and I hope it'll be a better school year. Goodbye Summer 2013!
true change always begins on the inside.
of us.
not someone else.
be brave.
look inside.
allow the transformation.
explored...thanks everyone
"As I stumble through this life, help me create
more laughter than tears, dispense more happiness
than gloom, spread more cheer than despair.
Never let me become so indifferent that I will fail
to see the wonder in the eyes of a child or the
twinkle in the eyes of the aged.
Never let me forget that my total effort is to cheer people,
make them happy and forget at least momentarily
all the unpleasantness in their lives.
And, in my final moment, may I hear you
whisper: when you made My people smile,
you made Me smile."
---Author Unknown
Forgive my slow responses to you. Life's been getting in the way lately. Sometimes we just have to give in and...SMILE! Have a great rest of the week! I look forward to visiting your streams soon! :)
(just push down on the lever..)
Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Exactly what is it that “everybody” is doing...
And - why should I push down on the lever?
I can’t help wondering if it’s like the phone booth on “Get Smart”, and when you push down on the lever, the steps you’re standing on descend deep underground, into some super-secret facility where spy gadgets are perfected… But if that were the case, the instructions would surely be in code.. Maybe pushing DOWN on the lever is just a way of getting rid of unwanted visitors.. After all, the handle looks a LOT more worn than the lever…
Very tricky, this super-secret agent business… Hmmmm…..
Seeing this truck outside a neighbor's house tripped some sort of switch in my mind. It's hard to explain just what kind of reaction it gave me. Maybe a combination made up of some questions, a bit of amusement, and a twinge of dismay. First, the questions. But rather than listing them and following with answers such as can be found via web searching, I'll cover most of that ground by pointing to part of the PetButler.com website, specifically the page titled "Meet Jeff, Pet Butler franchisee."
www.petbutler.com/pbx/franchise/adayinthelifeofjeff.asp
It answered some of my questions, while also serving to zero in and spell out some of the things I found amusing about the whole concept behind this service.
For instance, it makes clear that the guys who go out and actually perform the service are "technicians." I'm only speculating, of course, but it may be that some sort of schooling and certification is required in order to work as a "Pet Butler scooper." And, I must say, that gives me a certain amount of pride when I think about it. Pride that I've been performing the same function -- picking up after my own dogs -- for a good many years, and without any formal training. Guess I pretty much figured it out all by myself, as I went along. (Sure hope I'm doing it the right way!)
Oh, BTW -- if you still haven't jumped over to peruse that website yet, here's a "teaser" I pulled from it ...
"Jeff is alerted to the new customer on his mobile Blackberry unit via Pet Butler’s mobile software – PoopNet."
I know you'll want to learn more about how a Pet Butler entrepreneur uses PoopNet to manage his business, and yes, there is MORE on that subject. Read it for yourself.
But on a somewhat heavier note, I did mention feeling just a slight bit of dismay on thinking about this new, or relatively new at least, field of enterprise. Yes, dismay. Because, it's one more little brush stroke in the big picture of how we as a country are determined to keep on going, going, going --- to hell in a handbasket.
For years now, I've been amazed and dismayed at how few people anymore can take care of such basic necessities as cutting their own grass, or raking their own leaves. (One more BTW: I still use the term "raking" for that activity which I think is now more commonly referred to as "blowing the leaves.")
No, those things now have to be done by a service, an outfit which -- if it's big enough -- probably also calls its people "technicians."
I see them all the time, going from job to job, driving great big pickup trucks with humongous trailers in tow -- the trailers loaded with industrial-capacity mowers, trimmers and blowers.
In the days when our economy was still strong and biggest of the big, those guys would've been working in factories, or on farms ... actually PRODUCING something. Now, they're part of the Service Sector, doing things that most people used to be able to do for themselves when I was growing up. But of course we don't produce much in the way of actual stuff anymore. Why bother? After all, we can get it so cheap from China (or any of several dozen other of those countries across the great pond).
Anyway, that's the dismay factor. But I'd better wrap up this rant ... so I can look for a plastic baggie, and go walk the dog.
how i have enjoyed time spent here .... spring 2010.
my "oof" photographic memory ...
hope your weekend is some kind of wonderful, my flickr friends. oxo
THE UNITED NATIONS OF CUPCO
100 international artists received a felt template
of a Cupco Doll from Luke Temby/CUPCO.
Come and see the 70 that came back.
DAMIEN MINTON GALLERY
61-63 GREAT BUCKINGHAM STREET REDFERN
damienmintongallery.com.au
December 10 - 20, Opening Party December 16th
Artists include APAK + Bwana Spoons + Nakanari + Euan Macleod + J. Otto Siebold + Sixty40 + Diego Medina + Leo Robba + Abi Temby + Scrappers + Le Merde + Furi Furi + Kazmo + Little Frends of Printmaking + Arbito + Snaggs + Oliver Hibert + Wrecks + Dehara + Sam Gowing + John Yates + Shawn Wolfe + Yupyland + Kiyoshi Nakazawa + Shawnimals + Jeremyville + MCA + Peskimo + Steven Moore + Johnny Ryan + Abe Lincoln Jr. + Chris Magnusson + Nerissa Lea + Reg Lynch + Reach + Jude Fowler Smith + Chris Magnusson + Tado + Jon Burgerman + more...
Links:
site: www.cupco.net/cupcounitednations.html
flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/cupco/sets/72157603955382218
video: vimeo.com/2102651
gallery: damienmintongallery.com.au
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You can see my pre-stuffed & pre-sewn contribution to the show (and the royal racial ruckus it raised) right here:
flickr.com/photos/sbritt/2394384649/in/set-72157594508021297
Ahh, lazy Sunday, long-weekend-style. This is the brick wall behind the bagel place, where the new kid totally didn't get the "not a lot of cream cheese/butter" part of our order. Oh well. I've had these shoes forever and a day, and I forgot how fun they are.
I don't know what to say about tonight. even if i did, i don't think i'd want to write it. this song pretty much sums it up.
"I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps."
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sorry this isn't photography-like.
its really just an update on my life, in photo form.
Everyone in the house napping, except me. I'll forgo the nap for a little time alone, sometimes.
I've been wearing that bullseye necklace since the day she was born.
I was adjusting it for the photograph, where I was going to smile and pose, a bit.
I snapped it before.
only rarely does anyone see me like this.
hi internet.
Today still sucked...If anything, things hurt a little more. But last night was wonderful with Anthony, and tonight will be too...And today while holding Ya-Ya, she slipped her paw onto my hand and reminded me everything will be okay...
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
--Snow Patrol, set the fire to the third bar.
A few weeks ago, I joined a pair of friends on a night on the town. Being the 5th wheel is typically no big deal, but for some reason, on this particular night, it just didn't sit right with me. When leaving their homes to come back to my own, I passed by a newspaper plastered with a headline and article regarding the war. I picked the paper up from in front of their neighbor's door and took a moment to examine the lead photo. I didn't read the article. I never do.
I have been fairly strong these past few months and have shed very few tears in distress and worry about my fiance and his safety. That night, I cried. Not so much because I was concerned about him or his duties, but because that particular evening, I found myself really wishing he was there too, splitting sushi and hogging all of the rice at our table at Nikkos.
Even though mascara covered my cheeks and my eyes were glassed with tears, I decided to grab my camera and start shooting. I wanted to remember what this exact moment felt like. I never want the thought to slip my mind and not even for a second take him, our love, or our privleges as Americans for granted again.
It really makes you appreciate the little things. But don't worry about me, or him. We are both A. OK.
In happy news, only 43 days until he is home for R&R! woohoo!