Tue, Aug. 5th, 2008, 05:10 pm
Funerary services have been arranged, and now comes the slow wait while the day approaches. It's been a slow few days because of the underlying tension. Because I left on a whim all of my entertainment was left back home (including my best CD's). All I have now is my faithful camera and my laptop which are my only escapes right now. They are also my only creative outlet. I walked around and took a multitude of pictures and managed to fill up two memory cards. I still have a gigabyte card and film to fall back on, so I'm pretty much set. As long as my batteries hold up, that is.
At any event a shitload of things await my return back home including doctor and therapist explanations as to why I didn't show, no-show bills, student loans, other bills, and it's driving me nuts. I'm happy to be away, but the occasion is so dissonant.
And now a genital herpes commercial is explaining to me facts I didn't want to know.
Wed, Jul. 16th, 2008, 12:28 pm
I've be working a little harder lately. In order for me to get my diploma I have to achieve a 90 average, and that is exactly what my average is. I need to be careful not to slip below that. I'm already choosing a secondary course like Business Management or maybe even mortuary sciences. It's all up in the air. I should really just go back to school full time. If only...
Sometimes a walk in the woods turns into a kind of slapstick comedy that makes one think back and wonder what the hell happened. A friend and I went deep into the mountain woods amongst a land covered in almost fluorescent green ferns, thick native trees, and rock formations of considerable size. It was the kind of place where mature trees seemingly loomed over you; nevertheless, their canopy gave way to the filtered light that fed the ferns and Laurels that seem to have taken over the floor below. The cicadas were deafening, for there were three different subspecies that were flying around.
The two of us were there for different reasons. I was there for photographic opportunities; above all, a chance to put some of the stuff I'd studied about perspective into practice. My friend--an arbor lover belonging to a society striving to save the diminishing American Chestnuts--was mapping out trees to be studied and cross-pollinated.
Within five minutes into the walk I came across a beautiful rock formation with a natural hollowed-out archway. Because I was using a 135mm lens, I had to jump across various parts of the formation in order to get a good shot. It led to trouble, for my foot missed one of the rocks which sent me plummeting downwards--hurting my wrist and ankle in the process. I fell into a pile of pine needles. I had no choice but to laugh after I landed.
Only then did I discover a simple little path that would have taken me to the location I wanted without having to jump over the rocks.
I was on edge a bit of the time because of the black bears that had been spotted around the exact area we were in. Their evidence was clear: rocks overturned and decaying trees torn up in an attempt to look for grubs. There were no bears that day. It was a sigh of relief, yet it was also one of disappointment. The only wildlife that showed up was a deer and quite a few squirrels.
I did, however, manage to piss off a few of the cicadas, and my friend sat in an ant hill. I don't have photographic documentation, so you'll have to take my word for it. I'll post any decent photos that I get back from the lab.
Mon, Jun. 16th, 2008, 02:44 pm
It's quite a beautiful day here in the valley. I'm in a good mood. All of my work is completed, and I'll have this whole week to myself. I can hopefully catch up on my studies and maybe even snap that roll of that PAN F film I've been wanting to play with. A few macro shots here and there, some architecture, and red and green filters shall bring out the photographic kid in me. I giggle with anticipatory glee. Hee.
I wanted to try a few different lenses, so I placed an order for a 135mm lense--a lense that may be incompatible with my camera. I went by the assumption that my camera had a PK mount. If it doesn't fit I'll be quite agitated; however, I'll find some kind of use for it, and my stupidity will be overcome by experience.
Good week to all,
Boy, do I have work to do. I'm getting company on Monday, and the whole cleaning process is slow. I can't imagine what this place would look like if I allowed the dust to accumulate for a week. It would be an ugly, gray-covered wonderland. A dust angel or two may appear as a token of my inebriated nights. I can imagine myself walking around with dust/dirt clouds like Pig Pen.
It's really a bit of a hassle due to this new recycling thing that the borough has imposed upon us. As of the end of June all business (that includes landlords and tenants) must recycle everything or the building could be fined and a lease violation is handed out to the tenant. We've already had to hear about how we're not recycling everything that is supposed to be. Any contaminated items--food or otherwise--are not to be recycled. I should just shit on everything. It'd save me time. It's not that I mind, but I just don't like the whole mandatory thing. You have to do this or you could get evicted--for throwing out a soda can!
In the mean time I'm scrubbing, dusting, and vacuuming in preparation for the arrival of my guests. It's a good thing, I guess, for I'm paying attention to areas and details that I don't often pay attention to during normal cleaning procedures. In addition, I like getting up at four in the morning. There's a serene feeling that just calms any person who will stop to soak it in.
So off I go to disturb my carpal tunnel syndrome and aggravate my post-surgical seroma. Thank goodness for Ritalin.
Thu, Jun. 5th, 2008, 05:14 pm
My photography course has led me to "Control of Detail" and speaks of some interesting concepts. While studying I just starting laughing because of an illustration caption about "sprouting" in the text book: "Metal bar appears to protrude from the child's head." Couldn't they have worded it a little differently? Either way the concept of "sprout" is indeed visually unappealing.
I received 20 rolls of 100 speed film in the mail, and now I'm at a loss as to what to do with them. Mountainous landscapes are so much easier to shoot on cooler days. The days in which climbing the damned mountains are more tolerable. I think the thing to do is stop being a baby and get outside. Away from my.....air conditioner!
This is the best time of year to be in the woods, actually. It's sticky and hot, the plants are thriving, and the most interesting animals and insects have come out to do whatever the hell it is they do this time of year.
I need to practice "lines of composition", anyway. I have a digital camera plus 20 rolls of film to work on the concept. Of course that Ilford PANF 50 sounds very tempting as well as that damned Fuji 120 film that I loaded and haven't touched.
Avoiding the Night,
I'm sure the file at my general practitioner's office will soon need a crane in order to move it. The amount of medical testing I've acquired is quite atypical for a "young" lad of my age; however, the undiagnosed pain I have is atypical as well.
I got some results today, and it's a stunning thing. I was given the option of choosing another surgeon if I decided--A good thing since my original surgeon ditched the state and my last surgeon treated me like I was a waste of time.
I've been scheduled an ultrasound this week for a closer look at a post-operative seroma and whether it's grown since the last operation. The course of my treatment will follow from there, and hopefully mark the genesis of my pain management.
Scissor Me Timbers,
I arose this morning so that I may get a few slow shutter landscape shots with my digital camera. I wanted a mixture of color along with the darkness that early morning creates. It's my favorite time of day; however, when I got outside I realized that my batteries had died. Although I could have gotten my 35mm out, it wasn't important to have the shots, and I mainly wanted them to do some digital photo editing. It would have been practice for these early hours while I sit waiting for the pain killers from my surgery to kick in.
So much for my visual arts. I think I'll spend the rest of this morning working with sound.
Wow. I remembered the password here. My apologies for my absence, but things have been rough. Very. Those of you who give a shit (and I know you do *grin*) can visit my MySpace name AeolianDust.