Monday, November 30, 2009
This is the DC Troop WWI monument in DC. I love architecture, especially this style, which I cant remember what this particular kind is called.
I live in DC right now(well when I'm not living in TN) and I love it.
Well, I need to get back to thinking about what I need to be doing to prepare for my final exams. I'm under extra amounts of stress now, most are.
"Ta ta for now" - Tigger?
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Now many many years ago when I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed.
Oh, I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grandpa.
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother, 'cause she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad,
And so became my uncle though it was very sad.
For if he was my uncle then that also made him brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter who of course was my step-mother.
Father's wife then had a son who kept him on the run,
And he became my grandchild for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue,
Because although she is my wife she's my grandmother, too.
Now if my wife is my grandmother then I'm her grandchild,
And every time I think of it it nearly drives me wild,
For now I have become the strangest case I ever saw.
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.
-- Copyright Dwight Latham and Moe Jaffe, 1947.
Based on a Mark Twain Anecdote
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
This is the result of a last minute photography assignment. My teacher,always can find something wrong with our photos. I refuse to place the meta data of this picture up. I abhor doing that laborious task. The ISO is 1600 though, that's why there's noise. But I like it in this picture.
Styles change so much. I'm a completely aesthetic person...so what ever I find to be beautiful, I'll buy it (if I have money). Then there's the change of styles of styles (if that makes any sense. ha) Like back in the late 90's I remember punk and goth got pretty big. Now, I've noticed less goth, punk has still lingered around (kudos for you guys)
THIS is for people who are NOT in a particular style, because they do what they want; independent. However, this ideal has always been around, it just wasn't called this. I've noticed more and more people taking on this way of thinking, being your own person is "cool" (but shouldn't it always be this way?), but it is the exact same thing as being trendy, for most of the extent. Basically what I'm trying to say is: If everyone is "indie" are they really indie?
'Cause you can go out right now to Urban Outfitters or Anthropologie and come out looking indie. I guess I would, in some ways, compare being indie, to the hippie movement...it's debateable.
Different views and opinions are now looked at aesthetically, and admired, instead of being judgmental of them.
(these are just my analogies/observations) I mean, some times I would be what you would call "in style" and sometimes I'm not. I keep morphing everyday I guess. Like I said, If I love it, Ill get it. I usually end up in skinnies a white t and my moccasins from 10th grade. haha. I own too many white shirts.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Lately, I've noticed how vain it can appear when you see artists spreading word about their new album,website, or whatever.
Lets be honest here. Some musicians are going to be big-headed about what they do and some are not. I think, however, that it's easy to drift into that mindset. Many artists make a living at what they do, and it's necessary for them to be promoted so others will know about them. Musicians are artists, we create what has not yet been created (some do create what's already out there, but that's not the point I'm trying to make). Lyrics are like poetry,they have meaning; music supports it and brings it to life. Music alone, speaks for its self as well. God, the most creative, made us creative people. I think there's nothing wrong with being proud of what you've created. I've written tons of songs and I truly enjoy playing them on my guitar or the piano. Sometimes I see it as, "Why not share?",why would you keep all your creations to yourself? Let others enjoy them too.
No one knows a man's heart; only God knows.
So next time you see some one outside playing guitar, or singing at an open mic night, just see it as they enjoy what they do, and they want to share.