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you have rosy cheeks

sorry i’ve taken a little break.  when i’m in classes it’s just incredibly hectic and the only thing i ever want to do is sleep, so i sleep as much as i can.  that was the issue last semester- borderline sleep deprivation, which one, makes me edgy & jumpy, two, seems to make me sick all of the time, and three is never worth the momentary feeling of accomplishment.  so now i’m getting back in the swing of things (hey it’s only taken me 20 days really…) and i’m trying to do as little as possible in order to sleep like a normal person.  i guess i should clarify in saying that i’m just not that sociable at the moment, so i’ve been enjoying my quiet afternoons reading the world’s worst novel- the house of the spirits- and finishing all of my assignments by 10pm nightly.  it’s worth it… or so i keep telling myself.

anyway, i’m sending in my submission to a play festival on monday, and at this point i’m really content with what i’ve done.  it’s been such a long time since i’ve actually finished a piece of writing- so it’s a gulp of fresh air, so to speak, and an emotion i haven’t felt in a long time- pride.

i really wish i could put forth a more thoughtful post- and perhaps i will tonight, but right now i’d rather go eat dinner, finish my work, and then watch jersey shore, because snooki is in jail and i want to see what happens.

and as a crazy surprise i have posted all sorts of film that i’ve recently developed from the fall.  buenos noches mis (mes?) amigos.

PS-let’s pray for a snowday for enfin.

xoxo

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it’s as black as any night

i present to you a medley of summer film, shot in numerous places (most notably south korea) and in addition, a brief STOC.

trembling ever so lightly, i raised my nikon to my right eye, focused the lens, and shot this photo.  korea was full of murals, shrines, and monuments.  this one particularly struck me because it was in the dmz, and families who are separated by north and south leave one another notes and wishes on this fence.  as i made my way around the dmz i couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow floating about the trees, spewing from the birds, and releasing in the scent.  stalemate.  that’s what the treaty is defined as between north korea and south korea.  that’s what i felt.  in addition to a very odd, yet satisfying amount of peace as well.  a sanctuary of sorrow and peace.  being idle equates to nothing.

scarborough beach circa august 2010.  meandered to the beach with jaime reagan and company.  the swells were constant and overwhelming.  the sun was directly overhead, and the white sand was absorbing all the heat from the center of our galaxy.  i can’t say that i went to the beach for leisure too often this past summer, but of the few trips i did make, this was certainly the most satisfying.  immediately following the beach, we drove to the maine squeeze where jaime and i indulged in some green drinks.

alpha cave and beta bitches- plus caliboy.  these folks made my july the best july i’ve ever had.  when i first encountered them, i was unsure whether i’d get along with the group.  but sure enough, we made friends fast, and i still cannot imagine spending the entire july with any other group of people but these.  mr. t remains calm and collected, posing next to jaime who is in the midst of laughing at max’s absurd gesture he made seconds before this shot was snapped.  caliboy remains the same as mr t, and max, eli, and myself share a laugh about supertramp and the nose.

as i headed to the seoul fish market i traveled down a tunnel full of produce stalls managed by the wives of farmers.  this shot is perhaps one of the best i’ve snapped this summer.  while the exposure isn’t as great as i wish, the idea of the scene is still visible, and i think in some ways its executed quite well.  this woman, who has her hand resting on her hip found me and my traveling companions ridiculous and troublesome.  she was selling sesame leaves, dried maggots, and garlic.  the vendors sat on the ground while guys on mo-peds whizzed by.

snap-shot/portrait of my dear madre.  we were eating at saporro, i was house-sitting, and korea was just around the corner.  she was angry because her water had ice and no lemon, even though she asked twice for water without water with a lemon.  i suppose being picky isn’t the best thing when ordering water.  it was humid, and rain was on the way.  following this excursion i made my way home, and took a brief nap before running up to walk the little puppy on the hill.

after waiting for what seemed like a million seconds, potter did the first step to my swallow tattoo.  the pressing remained on my back for an extra twenty minute before he began a two and a half hour ink session on the very small swallow located on my upper left shoulder blade.   potter was impressed by my ability to fall asleep during the whole tattoo sesh, and in addition, i was a “very nice foreigner”.  he was sweet, that goes without saying, and he also was the best dressed korean i had seen that day- rocking a pair of tie-dyed balloon cotton pants, jesus sandals, and a black wife beater.

ms. chelsea, a very good friend, was married to her dearest john on august 29th.  the wedding was out of control and on the island.  we took an early boat over, and the good times started to roll at 2pm.  clearly, after this little soire, i know that i can handle a large amount of alcohol.  as A and i later hypothesized, the entire wedding was just an excuse to get loved ones together to drink to their heart’s content. and the choice of drink was limited to miller light, pbr, pinot grigo, pinot noir, merlot, and jello shots made with meyer’s rum.  very limited indeed.

when anne and cory first observed my camera, they struck a pose, but after i took a little while explaining i didn’t like poses, they began to ignore me, thus allowing me to get a candid shot like the one above.  anne and cory are my favorite couple in the entire world.  leading the bridal party, anne wore her black dress from bliss, paired with a legit pair of frye motorcycle boots.  miss rock n roll asian is pretty B.A.

jack and andrew pickin’ around at their octopus entree.  squirmy, yummy, delicious, we are strong…like warriors.

Mr. I tried his best with snappin’ some candid shots of my session with potter… while he is an amateur at camera usage, i enjoyed this photo and i still do.  this was about half-way into our session, and potter had just started shading.  b-roc, the miniature dog was moving about beneath the table, and my hand was resting on potter’s thigh.  i didn’t quite know where to put my hands the entire session, for they kept falling asleep.

this is my depiction of silence at the boston public library.  i’m very pleased with how this came out, besides the little light leak on the bottom left.

sinchon at night.  neon signs have a power over a human’s feeble mind.  all things that sparkle/glitter attract our attention, and sinchon was just that… a big ball of sparkley, glittery, neon signs.  i miss the vendors, the street food, the hemp stores, the cheap shoes, expensive skincare, and ironic shirts that would say, “it girl” or “diamonds or gold please”… did i say ironic, i meant idiotic!

Mr. I all dolled up, and finally he admits that he is a hash hippie.

the weekend brings me once again to the humble abode in cambridge, and immediately post-weekend, i am back in school, ramming my head into chem books, alg2acc books, russian history middle ages text + freeze text, pride and prejudice, and translating latin that i would have never thought possible to translate until now.  rest well portland, enfin will be back.

post scriptum: i was at norms tonight and got to spend some time with my surrogate big bro who i haven’t seen in what seems like ages.  now i know that i’ll have some guaranteed help for my struggling times in mathematics class.

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mutiny aboard

damnit.  today, 10/09/07 was the start of my school year.  while i enjoyed most of the day, there was enough fault to put me in a sour mood as of late.  firstly, chemistry bored me.  i will never take a liking to chem, nor the lab, nor the work.  immediately post-op chem, i went to yoga, and i relaxed, took my meditative breaths and felt as though no chem had ever happened.  that is until i made my way into photoshops to pick up my film from SOUTH KOREA that i have been awaiting for what seems like… ever.  anyway, i had been preparing myself for the worst situation- 4 blank rolls.  and even though i kept warning myself not to get my hopes up, there was a small part of me that insisted that all 4 rolls would be parfait, and that i would be dropping $40.  well, as always, that was not the case.  TWO rolls were blank.  TWO ROLLS.  probably really wonderful rolls too, come to think of it.  one roll had a picture of steve, and a bunch of shots from sinchon.  another roll had the artist’s market and seoul tower.  i am devastated to say the least.  especially since the really good shots of NORTH KOREA were on one of the blank rolls.  perhaps i should give more thought to this.  my heart seems to break oh so often, and i am getting tired of the pain.  in addition, i am sour because i have a lot of homework.  welcome back to hell, enfin, it’s just in a prettier building.  in fact, you’ll have more shit to deal with.

— don’t get me wrong, i like my new educational institution much more than i liked the old one… but who wants to go back to school after a summer like this past one? PAS MOI.

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smokin that !@#%

rest in peace blank roll of film.  i don’t remember what images decorated your frames, but i’m sure i would have liked most of them.  here are some more film-scans.

we were on a boat, 30 miles out. le crew de sos.

ms shrada’s self-portrait.

independence day- anna joyce

pemaquid point- woke up to this for two weeks.

pre-max’s emergency room visit

along 101

this wins favorite photo of the past three months.

greek yoghurt gods smiled at me.

monhegan, maine.

i plan on sittin’ on the porch and sipping a corona with lime soon.  how soon, i do not know.  but plans usually formulate in my world.

tomorrow: relaxing, beach, falls, baseball game with family involved, beginning to pack shiet up for SKOR.  so enthused.  hope i don’t shoot blank rolls in korea. so excited, so excited. kim jong il better greet me with open arms, and a bottle of vin.

-enfin

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