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Hij = en blijft een engelganger?
He is and always will be an angel-goer?
The mysterious "eneco ranter" (that's my working name for this anonymous person). One of the last inscriptions I found. His graffiti was intelligent, poetic and mysterious. More here:
...,a philosophy student, ranted a lot of nonsense and entertained the whole tram at 1 am.
münchen, dezember 2008
For those of you who have not had the pleasure of travelling on the vehicle deck of a BC ferry with your dog, let me just tell you now - it sucks. On this particular vessel, the dog corral was not even enclosed so the wind came blowing in, flecked with salty water drops coming in from the ocean. Add to this the fact that it was around 10C when we boarded and the bench that we are sitting on is made of metal. Nice. We could have DRIVEN on to the ferry, but in an effort to use the car less, this is how we are rewarded.
We tried our very best to zone out with the iPod and some Neko Case .
Rant Night ……Trista Vincent with Dec Byrne and Gavin Eiffe from RMG at the iapi Rant Night in the Sugar Club.
i'm tired.
so, i've decided to take a break from anything other than school work, which unfortunately includes flickr-ing and blogging.
let's hope i get back soon enough.
I had a perfectly in-focus and beautifully exposed shot of this very significant barrel of bourbon. This is Heaven Hill's 5,500,000th barrel. Except I deleted it. WHY? Because Windows sucks. You can't just click back and forth from place to place easily. You have to click...then click again, the right amount of seconds later to actually get things to happen in the window where you just clicked. I clicked on this shitty image, to delete it, while the beautiful image was open on my desktop. But I didn't click twice. Oh no. And my beautiful image is gone forever. Thank you, f-ing Windows. Did I mention it crashes Flicker Uploader every 2-3 minutes?
(DISCLAIMER: The 'rant' should never be taken seriously. Or anything I say, for that matter.) I have a serious dilemma, people. I broke through the 200 followings barrier over the weekend, and that was a pretty big deal for me. Let me explain. You see, when either your follower or following list goes above 200, it switches from being displayed alphabetically (i.e. neatly and in good order) to chronologically (i.e. chaotically and a complete mess). And as someone with severe OCD tendencies, well that just really s***s me. So I've decided my only choice is to adopt a simple one-in-one-out following policy going forward. That is, when I find a new person to follow that will tip me over the 200 mark and in to the chronological abyss, I'll have no choice but to unfollow someone in order to bring me back to a peaceful equilibrium. Speaking of which, I'm on 203 now so I'm going to have to cull three people right away. Anyway here's a photo and it's not a sunset. How about that, eh? Just trying to keep things interesting.
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99 Comments on Instagram:
flipsurf66: But what about all those pictures of Justin Bieber kissing kittens? Your life will be a hollow empty shell, a mockery of a sham with them.......
basiabella: Interesting photo Lachlan. I had to look at it for a few mins! At first glance it looked like two different photos! Brilliant shot
lachlanpayne: @basiabella Thanks Basia. That seems to have been everyone's reaction!
eleven12design: Fantastic image! You have some great shots.
lachlanpayne: @eleven12design Thanks Greg.
lachlanpayne: @wanderingbelle Thank you, Belle. Really glad you like them.
lachlanpayne: #lachlanpayneawesomeamazingphotosbestinstagramereverfollowmenow
infinitehalves: Great shot...love the disclaimer! (but perhaps I'm bias due to my own OCD) lol
If Coding Games is the New Literacy, Then...., Dr. Idit Harel Caprton, President, World Wide Workshop; How to "Get Better"; Approaches to LGBTQ-relevant Video Games. Robert Yang, MFA Parsons The New School Design; Designing Educational Games, Jodi Asbell-Clarke, Director of EdGE, TERC and Scott Kirk, CEO, Game Gurus; MEMENTO MORI !!, Dr. James M. Bower, CEO, Numedon Inc.
If Coding Games is the New Literacy, Then...., Dr. Idit Harel Caprton, President, World Wide Workshop; How to "Get Better"; Approaches to LGBTQ-relevant Video Games. Robert Yang, MFA Parsons The New School Design; Designing Educational Games, Jodi Asbell-Clarke, Director of EdGE, TERC and Scott Kirk, CEO, Game Gurus; MEMENTO MORI !!, Dr. James M. Bower, CEO, Numedon Inc.
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i never write here anymore, but today i felt like saying something. and maybe it's just the end of the year coming up that's doing this to me, but then again that's probably just another excuse of mine.
right now, my photos have been meaning nothing to me. absolutely nothing. i hate them more than i use to. let me explain!
*i have been feeling useless in my classes- this has nothing to do with shells in a jar.
*i have become very jealous and even more self concious- this has nothing to do with shells in a jar.
* i am doing absolutely nothing with my life that makes me exceptionally happy, but i feel like i'm being blocked by my own life. - this has nothing to do with shells in a jar.
*i feel fat, i feel hairy, and i feel ugly. and i feel like i will not look how i want to look. - this, again, has nothing to do with shells in a jar.
*i hate my friends and all the drama shit that comes attached. i just want to go away and never have to see any of them again. i smile for them, and it's pathetic. and my parents basically just keep telling me to stay friends with them because they're so great, when really, there are so many reasons to dislike all these people. - this, of course, has nothing to do with a bowl of shells i have never even seen before today.
but then again maybe the shells represent everything i'm feeling, trapped in this stupid glass jar. but that was not my intent. i've been telling everyone i like my photos to mean something to me, but when i take the picture that is not my intent. i take the picture and then later make up some lame excuse of how it relates to my life.
and i understand-- not all photos have to represent me in any way. sometimes we just take photos to remember the moments in our lives, or maybe we just take them so people have something pretty to look at. but then why do i feel the need to lie about making my photos mean something?
i guess i'm just going through the stupid and pointless struggle that all photographers deal with. i just feel like i've complained about it so many times and i have gotten nowhere.
then again i've been proud of a lot of my shots, but they are nothing exceptional.
my therapist helped me realize (months ago) that i see things as either fantastic or awful. for me there is no inbetween. i hate it about myself but that is how i am. so if i take a bad picture or say something stupid or have a defect-- it ruins everything.
maybe i am being dramatic. maybe i am being exactly what i hate in the people i associate with and talk to. and i don't want to hate these people but they don't listen and they don't notice. and the ones that do notice... it just isn't right.
i am totally ranting right now and i guess i should just end it ( i always do this midthought... i realize how stupid my words are; all these thoughts in my head making their way disorderly onto the screen), so, the end.
and maybe this is the last time i'm going to write here or anywhere about anything. because it really is irritating to read over and over, so i'm sorry. just... don't ever tell anybody anything. you'll just dissapoint yourself.
the end and goodbye.
see you tomorrow.