NO SIGNAL, electronics with no conscience,
drifting around randomly in the blue void,
the kind of blue that would make the sky sick,
food network as abandoned me, NO SIGNAL.
NO SIGNAL, eyes are burning from a lack of sleep,
bladder is swollen from an excess of cheap beer,
back hurts from months of couch sleeping,
throat is dry from dehydration, NO SIGNAL.
NO SIGNAL, I hear the thunder heads rolling by,
I'm sure the laundry room is leaking again,
hair of the blue healer clovers my blanket,
I'm alone again for another night, NO SIGNAL
NO SIGNAL, remove my bent glasses,
wipe the cold saliva from my mouth,
make my dog shake hands with me,
muster the strength to take a piss, NO SIGNAL
NO SIGNAL, my eye lids get heavy again,
I leave my couch for a different place,
where I love a girl who doesn't exist,
where I long for a place I've never been, NO SIGNAL.
NO SIGNAL
Thursday
Tuesday
Cropping And Society
I'm a photographer. As a photographer I'm repulsed by cropping.
As a Society we crop to much out of our photographs and our lives. Every thing has to be "perfect", well what if it wasn't wasn't meant to be perfect? What if it was meant to be what it is. Sit back and enjoy the big picture for a bit. If it's in frame maybe it was meant to be in frame. One of the big reasons I like looking at old photographs is because of what they didn't crop. They took the photograph for what it was. I love to see a photograph with lots of "stuff" in the frame, a box of cereal, a bottle of Pepsi, a 1977 Buick. It all just adds to the story for me.
Every time I document something I take my wide angle lens, I take in as much of the world and surroundings as I can. Personally I find photography as a window into the past, and if that's the only view I have why would I want to leave anything out? I find that background and foreground are just as important as the subject in my work. I feel like there are too many one dimensional photographs as well as people in the world today. Enjoy your environment, experience your environment, sell your environment. There is no bad environment to take a photograph, there are however bad framing, composure, and exposure.
Don't worry about finding the perfect place to start photographing before you get started, the perfect place to photograph will find you as you work. Take your time, smell the daisies, and you'll notice something interesting as your smelling those daisies.
If you must crop, crop with your lens.
As a Society we crop to much out of our photographs and our lives. Every thing has to be "perfect", well what if it wasn't wasn't meant to be perfect? What if it was meant to be what it is. Sit back and enjoy the big picture for a bit. If it's in frame maybe it was meant to be in frame. One of the big reasons I like looking at old photographs is because of what they didn't crop. They took the photograph for what it was. I love to see a photograph with lots of "stuff" in the frame, a box of cereal, a bottle of Pepsi, a 1977 Buick. It all just adds to the story for me.
Every time I document something I take my wide angle lens, I take in as much of the world and surroundings as I can. Personally I find photography as a window into the past, and if that's the only view I have why would I want to leave anything out? I find that background and foreground are just as important as the subject in my work. I feel like there are too many one dimensional photographs as well as people in the world today. Enjoy your environment, experience your environment, sell your environment. There is no bad environment to take a photograph, there are however bad framing, composure, and exposure.
Don't worry about finding the perfect place to start photographing before you get started, the perfect place to photograph will find you as you work. Take your time, smell the daisies, and you'll notice something interesting as your smelling those daisies.
If you must crop, crop with your lens.
Monday
Bullying And The Art Of Education
Bullying is a crock of shit... If it wasn't such a damn crime to stick up for yourself, then maybe bullying wouldn't be a problem. From birth it's drilled in hour damn heads to never cause trouble, never question anything, never talk back, don't fight even if we're right. Maybe that's the problem... For the love of god fucking stand up for yourself.
It's nature, if you're weak you're a target. Hawks eat rabbits because they can, snakes eat frogs because they can, people fuck with other people because they can. Because they can, that's the reason most bad things happen in life. If you lay back and take it someones going to fuck you. it's a fact. I've never been fucked with much in my life because I won't take it, and they know I won't take it.
The education system in America has doomed all of our futures. They taught us how to be good test takers rather than functional human beings in this day and time. Anyone under the age of 30 can't fail... In high school they are automatically given easier classes when their perfectly capable of passing regular classes with a little more effort. In college they're put on "academic probation" "one more chance" that never seems to run out. On the work force they're the idiots that human resources protects, they fuck up and you're in trouble for telling them they fucked up. It's a damn shame that you can't even call out a dumb-fuck coworker for some kind of dumb-fuckery that elementary school could have fixed with a few simple corrective actions in the right direction.
I feel there is a misconception in the world that you're either a leader or a follower, a "sheep" or a "Shepard" well what about the beat farmer who doesn't want anything to do with damn life stock or the Shepard??? I don't want to lead, I don't want to follow, I just want to be left be... I just want to rise my damn beats in peace and I want the sheep and the Shepard out of my damn garden...
I'm not sure if anyone has saw this video yet but I wholeheartedly agree with what the man is saying, but I don't agree with how he's saying it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=3azpcltLSTM
It's nature, if you're weak you're a target. Hawks eat rabbits because they can, snakes eat frogs because they can, people fuck with other people because they can. Because they can, that's the reason most bad things happen in life. If you lay back and take it someones going to fuck you. it's a fact. I've never been fucked with much in my life because I won't take it, and they know I won't take it.
The education system in America has doomed all of our futures. They taught us how to be good test takers rather than functional human beings in this day and time. Anyone under the age of 30 can't fail... In high school they are automatically given easier classes when their perfectly capable of passing regular classes with a little more effort. In college they're put on "academic probation" "one more chance" that never seems to run out. On the work force they're the idiots that human resources protects, they fuck up and you're in trouble for telling them they fucked up. It's a damn shame that you can't even call out a dumb-fuck coworker for some kind of dumb-fuckery that elementary school could have fixed with a few simple corrective actions in the right direction.
I feel there is a misconception in the world that you're either a leader or a follower, a "sheep" or a "Shepard" well what about the beat farmer who doesn't want anything to do with damn life stock or the Shepard??? I don't want to lead, I don't want to follow, I just want to be left be... I just want to rise my damn beats in peace and I want the sheep and the Shepard out of my damn garden...
I'm not sure if anyone has saw this video yet but I wholeheartedly agree with what the man is saying, but I don't agree with how he's saying it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=3azpcltLSTM
Wednesday
Druggie Girls...
So I've been trying to talk to this girl lately, send a text here and there. Recently I haven't been getting responses as often. I do what I feel is natural and call her out on it. This is her Response:
"I'm a little stoner" What... The... Fuck...
Every girl I've met in the last six months is married, engaged, or a drug addict. I really don't get why you would need to be self medicated 24 7 if your life is that horrible maybe there are some proactive counter measures that you could take to have a better life. I understand everyone has their vices, personally I enjoy alcohol, but I can't remember the last time I spent a week strait drunk out of my gourd. I have a few drinks then I sober up and come back to the real world.
Recently I was talking to a girl, seemed like a nice chick, had a few weird things going on with her personality that I could over look, but then she gets started on the topic of getting fucked up. This girl can't go a day with out being fucked up in some form or fashion. I'm standing there speechless as shes listing off the shit she does on a weekly basis. Personally I can't see what the big draw is.
As of last week I had a good friend who had disappeared off the face off the earth, I had wondered about her but I figured she was off living her life somewhere. I just found out that she had came out of three months of rehab, which don't get me wrong I'm so grateful for that fact. but she's 19... Rehab shouldn't even be a thought at that point in your life. To me it's kind of like a car accident, it's one thing to have your car go out of control because some problem arises, but it's quite another to just floorboard it to see how many times you can fucking flip...
I'm just soooooo damn tired of these dead beats that have so much potential but are too damn stoned to realize it. If you can't sit back and take a break and enjoy what's about you I think there is something pretty fucking wrong. Hell, if you don't like it, change it, don't numb it... I can't wait until people start enjoying cocktails and beer again.
"I'm a little stoner" What... The... Fuck...
Every girl I've met in the last six months is married, engaged, or a drug addict. I really don't get why you would need to be self medicated 24 7 if your life is that horrible maybe there are some proactive counter measures that you could take to have a better life. I understand everyone has their vices, personally I enjoy alcohol, but I can't remember the last time I spent a week strait drunk out of my gourd. I have a few drinks then I sober up and come back to the real world.
Recently I was talking to a girl, seemed like a nice chick, had a few weird things going on with her personality that I could over look, but then she gets started on the topic of getting fucked up. This girl can't go a day with out being fucked up in some form or fashion. I'm standing there speechless as shes listing off the shit she does on a weekly basis. Personally I can't see what the big draw is.
As of last week I had a good friend who had disappeared off the face off the earth, I had wondered about her but I figured she was off living her life somewhere. I just found out that she had came out of three months of rehab, which don't get me wrong I'm so grateful for that fact. but she's 19... Rehab shouldn't even be a thought at that point in your life. To me it's kind of like a car accident, it's one thing to have your car go out of control because some problem arises, but it's quite another to just floorboard it to see how many times you can fucking flip...
I'm just soooooo damn tired of these dead beats that have so much potential but are too damn stoned to realize it. If you can't sit back and take a break and enjoy what's about you I think there is something pretty fucking wrong. Hell, if you don't like it, change it, don't numb it... I can't wait until people start enjoying cocktails and beer again.
Friday
Cute Chick
I feel a lot like Stella when she got her groove back today... So a couple days ago my buddy gets a hold of me because he wants to try some new food at one of out local restaurants. So I'm thinking sure why not lets roll.
We walk in the restaurant and there's a cute girl standing there and she ask how many and I said 2 and my buddy says 2.5 and the first thing that comes out of my mouth is "yea he's expecting" and she laughs, my buddy laughs, everyone in the vicinity laughs. It was a quality come back... She's smiling as she seats us and walks away. This small dude ends up being our waiter, and the closer we get to closing time the more rude he becomes. So we just kind of sit there and try to enjoy our meal, I keep noticing the girls who seated us keep looking and smiling at me. To me that says game on. The small waiter starts running his vacuum next to our table I'm thinking "dude... have some class" but we decide to go pay. I start chatting it up again with the cute girl who seated us, turns out I knew half of her family, and then we got on the subject of motorcycles and how badly she wanted one and I say "you should buy one, Lady, we could start a bad ass motorcycle gang" she giggles, my buddy has to go to the bath room so I stand there talking a little bit longer. The small waiter ends up abandoning his vacuum to come and see what were chatting about. he's just standing there giving us both dirty looks and then she gets really quite and I'm thinking what the hell. My buddy comes out of the bathroom and I yell "BYE LADY..." and we roll out.
THE NEXT DAY:
I get home from work and my buddy comes over to my house and ask me if I want to go eat some other dish at the same restaurant and I'm thinking ok why not that cute chick will most likely be working again. We walk into the the restaurant again and I see the cute girl from the night before, She says "HEYYYY FELLASSSS... Back again???" and I say "YEA... didn't get enough last night..." and smile. Some other girl seats us and we have the same rude ass waiter from the night before although I did get a refill this time. So I sit there eating on a club sandwich while my buddy is eating this Italian version of Gumbo. The cute chick keeps walking back and fourth, smiling, and occasionally commenting on something. Eventually she walks up and leans on the wall next to where my buddy is sitting looks at me and says "soooo can you eat and talk at the same time" and I say "I was born to talk and eat at the same time lady..." so we chat it up for a bit and she ask me if I want some ketchup for my sandwich and I'm thinking ketchup on a club sandwich??? But I try it and it's really not that bad it made the club sandwich have some kind of new/old taste from my childhood that I can't quite put my finger on yet. We eat and chat and eat and chat some more, and finely we're about to pay our bills up front and here comes the small angry rude waiter again. He gets a mop bucket mops around the area the cute chick is standing in and trying to flirt it up with her and then I look at her and in my (deep sexy) voice say "so.... tell me Lady, when are we going to take a ride on my motorcycle?" and she says all nervous "that would be cool and stuff:" Then I tell her "okay Lady... Write your number down and we'll make that happen..." after that I gave her a nickname and we rolled out.
Later in the car my buddy tells me that that small angry waiter was giving me the death glare, I have to admit I didn't even notice the waiter after I started talking to the cute chick. Well like my grandmother use to say "it's no skin off my ass" why should I give two shits about a small angry jealous waiter... I'm guessing she's been working there for some time and he had a crush and I ended up breaking his little heart, which is icing on the cake to me. I don't think I'll be eating there anytime soon just in case he decides to put bleach on meatballs...
We walk in the restaurant and there's a cute girl standing there and she ask how many and I said 2 and my buddy says 2.5 and the first thing that comes out of my mouth is "yea he's expecting" and she laughs, my buddy laughs, everyone in the vicinity laughs. It was a quality come back... She's smiling as she seats us and walks away. This small dude ends up being our waiter, and the closer we get to closing time the more rude he becomes. So we just kind of sit there and try to enjoy our meal, I keep noticing the girls who seated us keep looking and smiling at me. To me that says game on. The small waiter starts running his vacuum next to our table I'm thinking "dude... have some class" but we decide to go pay. I start chatting it up again with the cute girl who seated us, turns out I knew half of her family, and then we got on the subject of motorcycles and how badly she wanted one and I say "you should buy one, Lady, we could start a bad ass motorcycle gang" she giggles, my buddy has to go to the bath room so I stand there talking a little bit longer. The small waiter ends up abandoning his vacuum to come and see what were chatting about. he's just standing there giving us both dirty looks and then she gets really quite and I'm thinking what the hell. My buddy comes out of the bathroom and I yell "BYE LADY..." and we roll out.
THE NEXT DAY:
I get home from work and my buddy comes over to my house and ask me if I want to go eat some other dish at the same restaurant and I'm thinking ok why not that cute chick will most likely be working again. We walk into the the restaurant again and I see the cute girl from the night before, She says "HEYYYY FELLASSSS... Back again???" and I say "YEA... didn't get enough last night..." and smile. Some other girl seats us and we have the same rude ass waiter from the night before although I did get a refill this time. So I sit there eating on a club sandwich while my buddy is eating this Italian version of Gumbo. The cute chick keeps walking back and fourth, smiling, and occasionally commenting on something. Eventually she walks up and leans on the wall next to where my buddy is sitting looks at me and says "soooo can you eat and talk at the same time" and I say "I was born to talk and eat at the same time lady..." so we chat it up for a bit and she ask me if I want some ketchup for my sandwich and I'm thinking ketchup on a club sandwich??? But I try it and it's really not that bad it made the club sandwich have some kind of new/old taste from my childhood that I can't quite put my finger on yet. We eat and chat and eat and chat some more, and finely we're about to pay our bills up front and here comes the small angry rude waiter again. He gets a mop bucket mops around the area the cute chick is standing in and trying to flirt it up with her and then I look at her and in my (deep sexy) voice say "so.... tell me Lady, when are we going to take a ride on my motorcycle?" and she says all nervous "that would be cool and stuff:" Then I tell her "okay Lady... Write your number down and we'll make that happen..." after that I gave her a nickname and we rolled out.
Later in the car my buddy tells me that that small angry waiter was giving me the death glare, I have to admit I didn't even notice the waiter after I started talking to the cute chick. Well like my grandmother use to say "it's no skin off my ass" why should I give two shits about a small angry jealous waiter... I'm guessing she's been working there for some time and he had a crush and I ended up breaking his little heart, which is icing on the cake to me. I don't think I'll be eating there anytime soon just in case he decides to put bleach on meatballs...
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