It's been a while for posting. Just doctored a headshot for a friend... don't think it looks too bad, though I am a novice in Photoshop
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Vegas NAB convention day 1
Well, the "job fair" was a bust due to a complete lack of companies actually hiring/showing. Some companies said they had plenty of positions to fill, but no money to fund the salaries. The only true prospects were radio oriented and didn't want a video man, no matter how multifaceted with audio knowledge. The only people truly hiring were the cruise ships, one of which only wanted sales ambassadors on commission with one year contracts... and unless I want to be "ON A BOAT" for the next year of my short life, I think I'll pass. Grad school next Fall is looking pretty good right now.
On a better note, the convention itself is incredible! It would be a good time to have money. Sigh...
I just need the funds to get my camera and then I'll be in business. Oh, and that camera those two guys are playing with is a new approach to 3D from Panasonic. Dual irises that record to separate onboard cards. Fantastic!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
One way tunnel in New York!
One way tunnel in New York! How quaint. Maybe this isn't so cool to some, but I wish I saw more of this sort of thing. It just looks integrated into the landscape.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Vegan home cooking
Quinoa, black bean and mushroom stuffed shells, recipe courtesy of Isa Chandra Moskowitz. Dee-licious!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Books
Spent the better half of two days writing a paper... this is a test to see if my phone can post to posterous. Hope it works!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
What's in a name?
From the May 2003 Idaho Observer: A scholarly approach to the significance of our legal identity. This has actually been speculated for years by conspiracy theorists, grammarians, and the whatnot. While the IO neither confirms or denies and particular theory, they cite sources and experts in order to narrow down the possible motivations for ALL CAPS identities in federal documents. Check it out!
http://proliberty.com/observer/20030507.htm Monday, March 29, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Art
For the first time in my life I truly believe my ideas toward my work are beginning to manifest through artistic expression. I have moods, things I need to fight for, and several outlets for expression. I never knew what I wanted to do with the music I played until just recently, never knew what lyrics to write, what feelings to create with the strings. I'm taking pictures now, lots of them, each expressing something of what I'm feeling. It's like I'm living outwardly in expression so explosive, it solidifies itself in sounds and light, eternal. It's all very interesting to me... and I notice it only taking stronger form. I just need to keep practicing, keep inventing.
I always thought this kind of talk was bullshit, but I'm starting to realize the power we each individually have. It's like a sculptor's approach: there's a statue in that rock, I just need to let it out. Truly interesting, truly inspiring.
I've been pushing myself toward writing more, mostly short little scenarios in a class notebook every now and then. Always thinking of these weighing emotions I always used to ignore, never understanding what's really behind them. The words of others are becoming a little more awe inspiring. I just wish I was cool enough way back when in high school to realize all this. Think of where I'd be. But we always have to say it's the journey that brought me here. So, in a way I'm glad it has taken this long. Where would I be without my experiences? Now I can make up for the lost time. Ramble. Ramble. Ramble. I need to spend more time rambling, I hardly spent any of it before.
I hope others find this, too.
A wish a wish a wish a whale.
Blur
Slumbering away my insides in a dying wakefulness.
I lie between my sheets, the warmth at first a welcome sensation, soon becoming a sweating, grinding burden.
I can feel gravity weighing down the skin of my face, an ethereal stickiness.
My limbs hang heavy, tethered to my body by loose straps, swinging slowly.
My heart beating away at my insides, rueful of this state I've lowed myself to.
I'm to believe that this day has an end, but as it is I just woke up.
I lie between my sheets, the warmth at first a welcome sensation, soon becoming a sweating, grinding burden.
I can feel gravity weighing down the skin of my face, an ethereal stickiness.
My limbs hang heavy, tethered to my body by loose straps, swinging slowly.
My heart beating away at my insides, rueful of this state I've lowed myself to.
I'm to believe that this day has an end, but as it is I just woke up.
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