1st two are the most important
2. quit smoking by keximus’ wedding
3. go to more dance classes around the city
4. go to gymnastics classes [to learn how to flip!]
5. get motorcycle license
6. visit a new restaurant once a week [or every two weeks]
7. take photo/art/random interesting classes around the city
8. go to raves! going to ultra and edc, hopefully gonna be able to schedule a vacation around tomorrowland :]
hopefully 2012 will be a better year than the last :]
Found this recipe for a pork belly roast and when I was invited to a potluck I was itching to cook this thing. I was really nervous that I’d mess it up but it turned out well!!
Excerpt from the Lonely Planet Images Blog:
“Without getting bogged down in too much detail, Golden Mean is actually a mathematical concept which, when unravelled, can explain why certain images give pleasure to the human eye.”
I wonder how Barthes would have responded to that statement – in Camera Lucida, Barthes advances an argument that photographs possess a punctum, an element that makes a photograph pleasing to the viewer, but one that is idiosyncratic to the viewer himself.
Today marked the second end of a relationship with someone I really care about. While in retrospect, I could’ve probably seen it coming, it still feels terrible. At any rate, here’s a picture that we took on one of our many NYC trips when I was still in school.
An interesting anecdote: when I was graduating, she was taking pictures using my camera, and misplaced the lens cap. We looked all over Gore courtyard, but couldn’t find it. When I went home today [for my mom's 50th birthday] after she had ended things, I was absentmindedly looking through bags of old college things that my mom had put in my room.
Guess what I found? That old lens cap. Gives the whole thing a sense of finality…
Okay so I didn’t have anything to do with this but this is awesome – in terms of design, and message. Originally I was somewhat dismissive of Occupy Wall Street, given my current occupation; I felt like the demands of the movement were too inconsistent, and was uncertain as to why they would protest in front of Wall Street instead of in front of City Hall. And then the police brutality [really - what else could you call it at this point], as well as the press blackouts, started to occur… at this point, I’m pretty scared about the state of democracy in America. We are the 99%.
I was napping one night and woke up to a booming sound outside my window. I thought it was a dumpster closing, but when it repeated, I opened my eyes and saw fireworks. I tried to experiment with long exposures, but without a tripod, results generally weren’t too great. This one turned out better than the rest. It’s heavily photoshopped though 
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took this at the brooklyn flea market – nothing like capturing hipsters in their natural environment. it looks super flat cause [this is the boring part] I was using a 35mm lens at a wide aperture, and these guys were kind of far away. add to that the busy-ness of the patterns, and you get a picture that’s pretty cacophonous… I still like it though :]
I see photographs everywhere… yet among those which had been selected, evaluated, approved, collected in albums or magazines and which had thereby passed through the filter of culture, I realized that some provoked tiny jubilations, as if they referred to a stilled center, an erotic or lacerating value buried in myself; and that others were so indifferent to me that by dint of seeing them multiply like some weed, I felt a kind of aversion toward them, even of irritation.
- Barthes
never need to ask. case in point:
C. Damage
9:39
hey I’m coming down to new york tomorrow
9:40
so I need to borrow your sofa for wed and thurs night
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haha can’t wait!
work is tiring.
so is bullshit.
getting paid tomorrow! finally something to look forward to again on the 15th.
boston visit was fun. philly this weekend. need to start making friends with the other new hires by staying in ny a couple of weekends ;___;. i was leaving today, and i thought i saw my good friend from last summer at the front of the room so i gave him a thump on the back to say bye…and it wasn’t him. how embarrassing.
