i saw something

have polaroid land camera 250, will explore more.
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" SOLO TIME "
you don’t have to feel lonely when you’re alone. sometimes i feel that long walks alone make for less distractions. you can determine your own path without consultation, there’s no sense of having to wait for someone to catch up or to have to catch up to someone waiting for you. 
like so many solo activities, you are welcome to the experience of meditative thought; the freedom to think and ponder, and discuss things with yourself is sort of a pleasure. 
the most bittersweet aspect of a lone activity day is when you see something amazing or find yourself overwhelmed with the spectacular, you more often than not feel a flush of wanting someone to be there to share it with.
the world around us is pretty dynamic, and although we are beings who have a great capacity to adapt and change within those shifts in the surrounding environment, there is nothing like a friend or partner.
but only sometimes. most of the chances to walk around and exist by my lonesome i take and relish the opportunity. and one of my more present fears is that i may be growing more used to it.
tonight’s homework:
take doe time aside for yourself, for the benefit and pleasure of your own, and see if spending some time with yourself makes you a more engaging person to be around others.
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" SOLO TIME "

you don’t have to feel lonely when you’re alone. sometimes i feel that long walks alone make for less distractions. you can determine your own path without consultation, there’s no sense of having to wait for someone to catch up or to have to catch up to someone waiting for you. 

like so many solo activities, you are welcome to the experience of meditative thought; the freedom to think and ponder, and discuss things with yourself is sort of a pleasure. 

the most bittersweet aspect of a lone activity day is when you see something amazing or find yourself overwhelmed with the spectacular, you more often than not feel a flush of wanting someone to be there to share it with.

the world around us is pretty dynamic, and although we are beings who have a great capacity to adapt and change within those shifts in the surrounding environment, there is nothing like a friend or partner.

but only sometimes. most of the chances to walk around and exist by my lonesome i take and relish the opportunity. and one of my more present fears is that i may be growing more used to it.

tonight’s homework:

take doe time aside for yourself, for the benefit and pleasure of your own, and see if spending some time with yourself makes you a more engaging person to be around others.

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30 Photos Capture the Spirit of the Weird and Wonderful World That is Coney Island - Feature Shoot

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dear followers and fans, peep out a couple images of mine that made it into one of featureshoot ‘s recent coney island group show on their dope blog.

never one to shy away from traveling all over this city, i’m very happy that i could show some of the curious amazing i’ve witnessed at coney island.

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" HAVE A DREAM, LIVE A DREAM "
tried to peep out hanna hart’s debut book signing event at the housing works bookstore last week, and the line was so so so long, that my friend and i could only get so close.
i was surprised firstly that there was so many people in line; at least four hundred based on how the staff had to meter the line entry. it snaked all over and throughout the store to such a serpentine level, that i’m not sure anyone was prepared at all.
secondly, a fair amount of the people in line were teenage girls. i suppose the culture of cool and the silly idea of a young woman (of drinking age) cooking meals while drunk is hilarious enough to garner this unexpected (to me) demographic to the signing.
maybe i’m wrong and there is a place for underage girls to support and get giddy about a web-show/book pertaining to the culinary arts alongside the consumption of alcohol(s). bt yeah, i was wide-eyed and confused. maybe they’re just more NY than i.
the line weaved and curled, and my friend and i decided that we were too old for this ish, but in truth we had pre-gamed too hard and couldn’t maintain the same level of excitement. new york always has some crazy good fun weird interesting activities, so until the next time, i’ll sleep it off, and save my strength for the next oddity.
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" HAVE A DREAM, LIVE A DREAM "

tried to peep out hanna hart’s debut book signing event at the housing works bookstore last week, and the line was so so so long, that my friend and i could only get so close.

i was surprised firstly that there was so many people in line; at least four hundred based on how the staff had to meter the line entry. it snaked all over and throughout the store to such a serpentine level, that i’m not sure anyone was prepared at all.

secondly, a fair amount of the people in line were teenage girls. i suppose the culture of cool and the silly idea of a young woman (of drinking age) cooking meals while drunk is hilarious enough to garner this unexpected (to me) demographic to the signing.

maybe i’m wrong and there is a place for underage girls to support and get giddy about a web-show/book pertaining to the culinary arts alongside the consumption of alcohol(s). bt yeah, i was wide-eyed and confused. maybe they’re just more NY than i.

the line weaved and curled, and my friend and i decided that we were too old for this ish, but in truth we had pre-gamed too hard and couldn’t maintain the same level of excitement. new york always has some crazy good fun weird interesting activities, so until the next time, i’ll sleep it off, and save my strength for the next oddity.

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" CLAIMING YOUR AMAZING "
one of the hardest parts of being a creative person, is that line you constantly have to cross between “i am an artist, a creative person!” and “am i even creative at all?”
it’s that wobbly wavering precipice where you attempt to find solid ground in solid work with roots over supposed projects of merit filled to the brim with notions, ideas, works-in-progress, et al.
the things i always come back to include a swirl of  immense doubt and immense satisfaction, crippling deconstruction and the ability to step back and  away confident, and craving feedback or praise and wanting the work to speak for itself and to let it go to exist in the world.
i know when i enjoy my work, but once you put it out there, it is beyond your hands. you have to learn to let go; to allow the work to be free of your artist’s statement or blurb or explanation means to allow the work to be free of one distinct interpretation. i revel and intensely fear those moments.
the excitement of having new work to share and present mingling with the feelings of dread and “will they like it?” sort of do a tango in your chest until it crescendos and then you again realize it doesn’t matter.
opinions will be opinions, critics will be critics, and in the end, do you like it. did you have fun making the work? did you learn something about someone or yourself? are you a better person for making the work?
i say follow your gut and heart and soul and any other pert of your existence which leads you to a life of ceaseless inquiry and exploration, creatively or otherwise. find a love for yourself at the same time as all others. 
if it were easy, everyone would do this.
tonight’s homework:
list your fears, then actively attempt to overcome them and your shortcomings. now is the right time to do and have it all.
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" CLAIMING YOUR AMAZING "

one of the hardest parts of being a creative person, is that line you constantly have to cross between “i am an artist, a creative person!” and “am i even creative at all?”

it’s that wobbly wavering precipice where you attempt to find solid ground in solid work with roots over supposed projects of merit filled to the brim with notions, ideas, works-in-progress, et al.

the things i always come back to include a swirl of  immense doubt and immense satisfaction, crippling deconstruction and the ability to step back and  away confident, and craving feedback or praise and wanting the work to speak for itself and to let it go to exist in the world.

i know when i enjoy my work, but once you put it out there, it is beyond your hands. you have to learn to let go; to allow the work to be free of your artist’s statement or blurb or explanation means to allow the work to be free of one distinct interpretation. i revel and intensely fear those moments.

the excitement of having new work to share and present mingling with the feelings of dread and “will they like it?” sort of do a tango in your chest until it crescendos and then you again realize it doesn’t matter.

opinions will be opinions, critics will be critics, and in the end, do you like it. did you have fun making the work? did you learn something about someone or yourself? are you a better person for making the work?

i say follow your gut and heart and soul and any other pert of your existence which leads you to a life of ceaseless inquiry and exploration, creatively or otherwise. find a love for yourself at the same time as all others.

if it were easy, everyone would do this.

tonight’s homework:

list your fears, then actively attempt to overcome them and your shortcomings. now is the right time to do and have it all.

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—-" IN A CURIOUS WAY "i’m casting off. the weight of this ship bobs and scuttles against the lapping waters. the roar of the engine churns and swirls the river, and we’re navigating towards a change of scenery.with the sun brushing its fingers against my full face, the lilting hems of the wind’s wide unseen contours whipping about my shoulders, and smiling friends by my side, we head to the island.laughter bursts forth like the blooming of a field of flowers and the mood is adventure.tonight’s homework:find a boat or ferry service, and take a ride somewhere. feel a new feeling, share a new experience, become a new person of your own volition.—-

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" IN A CURIOUS WAY "

i’m casting off. the weight of this ship bobs and scuttles against the lapping waters. the roar of the engine churns and swirls the river, and we’re navigating towards a change of scenery.

with the sun brushing its fingers against my full face, the lilting hems of the wind’s wide unseen contours whipping about my shoulders, and smiling friends by my side, we head to the island.

laughter bursts forth like the blooming of a field of flowers and the mood is adventure.

tonight’s homework:

find a boat or ferry service, and take a ride somewhere. feel a new feeling, share a new experience, become a new person of your own volition.

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" TOWARD DISTANT SHORES "
everything is evident that you are going to do amazing things. you’re knowledgable, prepared for most everything, and the opportunity is now unfolding in front of you like postal of infinite possibility.
remain optimistic and put in your best efforts. no one will just hand anything to you on a gilded platter; you must earn your praise. and when received, remain humble, proud, talented, and push forward to better improve yourself, your relationships, your environment, the culture at large, the country, the planet.
it’s no small task to be sure, and many have the chance and falter despite their best attempts.
but you’ve many people who believe in you, and are wishing you the very best of luck in every endeavor.
so walk forward into this new landscape of ever-evolving prospects. you are going to amaze and astound.
tonight’s homework:
wish someone well, and make sure that you’ve done your best to help them along their path.
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" TOWARD DISTANT SHORES "

everything is evident that you are going to do amazing things. you’re knowledgable, prepared for most everything, and the opportunity is now unfolding in front of you like postal of infinite possibility.

remain optimistic and put in your best efforts. no one will just hand anything to you on a gilded platter; you must earn your praise. and when received, remain humble, proud, talented, and push forward to better improve yourself, your relationships, your environment, the culture at large, the country, the planet.

it’s no small task to be sure, and many have the chance and falter despite their best attempts.

but you’ve many people who believe in you, and are wishing you the very best of luck in every endeavor.

so walk forward into this new landscape of ever-evolving prospects. you are going to amaze and astound.

tonight’s homework:

wish someone well, and make sure that you’ve done your best to help them along their path.

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" IN A BLINK "
moments of serendipity, and how we find each other out in the world.
she called out to me in the street, and i was at unawares. just the recognition wasn’t enough. i could see a familiar shape, but dusk was descending, and maybe it could’ve been someone telling me my backpack was open.
but it wasn’t at all.
separated briefly by a red light and how one cannot help but smile because you know hellos are in order. we greeted warmly, talked and strolled. then walked our way down south through the city, through the park. into and between the soft lights amidst the darkness.
everything looked brand new with another set of eyes peering around corners. exploration doesn’t have to be rushed. you don’t need to whip past so many things in order to feel like you did it, that you were there, that it meant something.
sometimes the slow pace is where you find out the most about yourself, your environment, and each other.
tonight’s homework:
take a long walk with a friend to a destination unknown. keep your eyes open for everything and anything.
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" IN A BLINK "

moments of serendipity, and how we find each other out in the world.

she called out to me in the street, and i was at unawares. just the recognition wasn’t enough. i could see a familiar shape, but dusk was descending, and maybe it could’ve been someone telling me my backpack was open.

but it wasn’t at all.

separated briefly by a red light and how one cannot help but smile because you know hellos are in order. we greeted warmly, talked and strolled. then walked our way down south through the city, through the park. into and between the soft lights amidst the darkness.

everything looked brand new with another set of eyes peering around corners. exploration doesn’t have to be rushed. you don’t need to whip past so many things in order to feel like you did it, that you were there, that it meant something.

sometimes the slow pace is where you find out the most about yourself, your environment, and each other.

tonight’s homework:

take a long walk with a friend to a destination unknown. keep your eyes open for everything and anything.

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" TRAVELING A PATH "
no way to know where it’ll end or turn. this path is knurled, contorted, splinters and fractures at its own whimsy and without a care. there’s no way to anticipate, just prepare.
i understand the hesitation, i do. and fear most definitely. how can there be a sense of blindly walking into the fray without knowing the layout, knowing the topography?
with a clear mind and a true heart, we must all attempt to do our best to muster up courage and bravery. and to know that you are never in this alone, gives me immense amounts of confidence that it will all turn out alright.
i look forward to each waking moment, and each beautiful dream, with the aims of merging the two. and in that, we can find the strength to gather ourselves up with all of our experience and knowledge, and navigate ourselves towards wonders unknown.
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(sidenote: after going back and forth on formats and pushing content from other sites, i’ve decided to go back to just multi-posting from each site. for tumblr followers, this means the images will be larger when clicked so you can peep em out proper, albeit with no title…which is not a big thing for me. thanks for keeping me company.)

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" TRAVELING A PATH "

no way to know where it’ll end or turn. this path is knurled, contorted, splinters and fractures at its own whimsy and without a care. there’s no way to anticipate, just prepare.

i understand the hesitation, i do. and fear most definitely. how can there be a sense of blindly walking into the fray without knowing the layout, knowing the topography?

with a clear mind and a true heart, we must all attempt to do our best to muster up courage and bravery. and to know that you are never in this alone, gives me immense amounts of confidence that it will all turn out alright.

i look forward to each waking moment, and each beautiful dream, with the aims of merging the two. and in that, we can find the strength to gather ourselves up with all of our experience and knowledge, and navigate ourselves towards wonders unknown.

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(sidenote: after going back and forth on formats and pushing content from other sites, i’ve decided to go back to just multi-posting from each site. for tumblr followers, this means the images will be larger when clicked so you can peep em out proper, albeit with no title…which is not a big thing for me. thanks for keeping me company.)

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" finding the right words: a dream "

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it was morning time and the sunbeams were streaming into the kitchen. i had people over for the night and we were making an omelet.

in a large pan i had sauteed garlic and onions, and put in a clutch of kale for color and nutrition.

patrick came into the kitchen and said that he wanted to help out, so i asked him to get the eggs ready. i thought to myself that this really wasn’t a hard task, and i was thinking that he should just take the eggs from the fridge, out of the carton, and place them on the table behind me.

everyone behind me was laughing and having a good time chatting in the sunlight, and i wanted to join in, so i turned around and joined them while the mushrooms went into the pan and started to cook.

a moment later, patrick said he already put the eggs into the pan, and i turned around, because i felt that something was amiss.

“aw maaaan!,” i yelled out loud but not in a mean way. “why would you put a bunch of hard-boiled eggs into the pan!”

“i don’t know, that’s what you said to do,” he replied. i think that he thought i was yelling at him mad, but everyone else laughed because it was funny that i was crazy about the state of the eggs.

he left the kitchen after he got frustrated with me, and i made a mental note to apologize to him later.

then i went to get some eggs out of the carton on the table, and one of the eggs was cracked already so it fell out of the carton and onto my hand and then slid out and plopped onto the rangetop.

“oh noooooooo!” i screamed, while everyone else laughed at my comeuppance.

i realized that breakfast was going to be made a little later than planned, and then i woke up laughing.

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" letting go of it "


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finding yourself at the edges of all that grudge, ire, frustration and pain, and tiring of the burden of it. the massive weight upon your shoulders like a vice grip of red electricity and the enormity of the earth at rest.

you come to an understanding like a well lit corridor which you walk down the length of until you discover a certain truth in an opening behind a dark door.

you don’t need to hold on to this weight any longer.

coming to this realization fills you up with such anger towards yourself for being so blind and hateful for so long. this dissipates into the most profound searing soothing hope coursing throughout.

for just the briefest of moments you pay a small unnecessary homage to your heavy cloak of past misfortune; you sometimes felt that you deserved that self-inflicted treatment. and just like the sometimes blissful transition from dreams into awakedness, or the emergence from a dark tunnel into an open field, you find that you have made a choice.

one to move beyond your limitations, one to forego all past notions of doubt, woe, regret, and sorrow.

you can be free of it, and you are soaring.

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" sky access "


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it’s so much lovelier here that i imagined. a convex/concave double-mirror’d world installed on an astrotuf hillock. and why not at all?

sublime design within simple shapes. this is the portal to a form of heaven on earth.

a lightness of being, the laughter of these small children lifting the weights of gravity off my shoulders,

and i lift away.

tonight’s homework:

find a release in a moment, respect the purity of that moment, and let it extend towards its natural end. there are such beautiful occurrences throughout the day. i’m wishing you the best in locating just a one.

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" sketches, just sketches: a dream "


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classroom apocalypse. slug sushi. james.

samurai time warp. hiding spots, ninjas. backpack, beanie.

killed a man with a katana. broke his finger, he had a gun. friends wife in the room.

thai school event. hotel hi-so guests. itchy kimono. trying to tune a nylon string instrument.

food court confusion.

tonight’s homework:

begin a dream journal. it doesn’t have to be extensive, each night, or even well kept up. it just needs to be the best recount of the details and storyline you can remember. i usually have a google doc ready to go when i wake up or a notepad by the bed or make a dictated voice memo on my phone when i awaken. it’s a weird practice that if done ever so often, provides a real (and at time funny) source of insight into your dream and waking life.

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" some summer happenstance "


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riding your bicycle home in the evening, the trees lining the inner looped roadway in the park creating the loveliest thoroughfare. warm winds caress your ears, face, neck, shoulders, and all the way down to the dimples of your ankles.

the doppler effect of feet meeting pavement as you float past runners slowly shifts into the brassy long tones of sung melancholy.

beautiful melodies counterpoised with slow steady deliberate music glide upon an errant gale, curls itself into the architecture of your ears, and nestles inside of your bones. the amplified sounds grow closer as you approach, the echoes of which reverberate throughout your skeleton and you feel all blue colors of the night.

peering through a gated fence, nothing can shut out the long reach of this music; it’s lengthy slender fingers slipping through the braided diamonds, and holds the weight of your head in its comforting palms.

everything is stillness and invisible wavelengths. your heart goes electric and in that moment, you feel everything.

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" you are golden "


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dear to me you are gold. constant, malleable, distinct. up close or far away, near in my heart, and make me a better person.

a beauty beyond compare, neither pure or distasteful because of impurities. rather you become more and more and more each day, lovely and a reminder of all the nigh indescribable wonder in the world.

tonight’s homework:

remind people how much they mean to you. i bet they already know, but it’s always nice to hear and relay. cook a meal together with someone, watch a film, mingle, hug, exist in simple blisses of your own creation.

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" known, but unwritten chapters "


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keep kind. keep striving and work hard at your craft. it will pay off.

keep generous, keep open. keep on top of your game, whatever the rules, bend and break them; excel at your flavor of greatness, and apologize whenever absolutely necessary. be humble, and be proud of your accomplishments.

keep brave and adventurous.

keep promises, keep a planner, keep and finish to-do lists. make lots of plans with lots of varied people and really make a focused effort to respect the time you spend together. these are your compatriots, collaborators, and time is a precious commodity, so treat it with respect.

keep a love in your heart, a strength of will in your bones, and pens & paper in your bag.

it’s going to be an interesting experience, this life in this time, your time…and there’s so much to do.

tonight’s homework:

thank someone with a true thanks. they deserve it, and you are lucky to know them aren’t you?

(yes you are.)

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