for someone special....
-newnew
who else remembers this show?? i was obsessed.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
sitting at the helm....
a few undeniable amazing moments so far in my teaching experiences...i scroll them down after they happen and just found a few today so here they are in all their transcribed bliss.....BLURP
i dont think i will ever forget darwin... the epitomy of traditional "vato" gangster. looks like a teenager, he is only 18, but has seen more than most people have at 40. his hair fresh with a new fade and a cadillace logo design.... he only speaks in spanish when talking to his friends and it usually is chalked full of guns, drugs, and profanity that would make FOX blush. but today i ust laughed because as his usual story was coming out of his mouth he was also fighting with the most vicious candy. his face was full of such concentration, trying to get his story about fucking up some dude who was rollin in his spot and chewing this long piece of rainbow powder sugar candy string. he picked up the least stick of the too ends dangled in his mouth careful not to let any sugar fall on him or his lap, all the while with his pinky out. the messier it got the dainter he became in the battle with the rainbow EXTREME candy. it really put the whole world into perspective at that moment.
something i wrote and was read recently....
something i wrote and was read recently....
Friday, February 20, 2009
connected? or obsessed with loneliness
i have never been single for very long. i suffer from the need to be connected.... not always in the traditional relationship...but either sexually or socially. funny thing is the two rarely cross for me. its a little twisted. i think it shows a character flaw or a keen ability to compartmentalize my emotions. either way. at least i have observed the nature of these habits and why i may not understand them i am fully aware they exist.
i once used every ex i had for a performance. i found them out, called, emailed, texted, or showed up on their doorsteps. i became acquainted again...just to ask one question. leave me a message say what you need to say. but whatever it is tell the voice mail why we didnt work out. i didnt listen to the messages until i was sitting in a room full of people. i reacted to each... i let everyone hear what they had to say. some said nice things, others said i still had their stuff, one said i have a keen inability to let people love me, and my favorite was when one finally admitted that they had fucked our therapist. no matter who they were....they were all so different. the only common thread any of them had was i once shared some time space and commitments with them. i realized then my only type was interesting people. i have to first be interested in you as a person before i could ever be attracted to you. so it puts me in a weird situation of never dwelling on one person for too long. its not that i get bored. things just get to a point where they are stale. its not that 5am conversation that makes your heart ache so badly because you've connected.... anymore.
im a little obsessed with first kisses.
recently has been the first time in a long time. that i have regretted how i compartmentalize things. i never thought someone else would be pushed away by my ambition...what am i saying. it has happened before. maybe i thought someone who is as ambitions as i would not push me away because if anything they could understand. and they also seemed to compartmentalize thing very well....socially.
in not so eloquent words. i was dropped. out of left field for me. it was quite a blow to my ego. usually i would be out there that evening filling the void. and usually very successfully filling the void with the next whatever. it never takes more than a week at most. so i find it very interesting that a week later im not interested in filling anything. im not sure if its because im just being too introspective over this... my ego is a little bruised. or if i was really caught up on this person. im not really sure. but its food for thought.
i once used every ex i had for a performance. i found them out, called, emailed, texted, or showed up on their doorsteps. i became acquainted again...just to ask one question. leave me a message say what you need to say. but whatever it is tell the voice mail why we didnt work out. i didnt listen to the messages until i was sitting in a room full of people. i reacted to each... i let everyone hear what they had to say. some said nice things, others said i still had their stuff, one said i have a keen inability to let people love me, and my favorite was when one finally admitted that they had fucked our therapist. no matter who they were....they were all so different. the only common thread any of them had was i once shared some time space and commitments with them. i realized then my only type was interesting people. i have to first be interested in you as a person before i could ever be attracted to you. so it puts me in a weird situation of never dwelling on one person for too long. its not that i get bored. things just get to a point where they are stale. its not that 5am conversation that makes your heart ache so badly because you've connected.... anymore.
im a little obsessed with first kisses.
recently has been the first time in a long time. that i have regretted how i compartmentalize things. i never thought someone else would be pushed away by my ambition...what am i saying. it has happened before. maybe i thought someone who is as ambitions as i would not push me away because if anything they could understand. and they also seemed to compartmentalize thing very well....socially.
in not so eloquent words. i was dropped. out of left field for me. it was quite a blow to my ego. usually i would be out there that evening filling the void. and usually very successfully filling the void with the next whatever. it never takes more than a week at most. so i find it very interesting that a week later im not interested in filling anything. im not sure if its because im just being too introspective over this... my ego is a little bruised. or if i was really caught up on this person. im not really sure. but its food for thought.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I absolutely love this project. Just asking a simple question can open your eyes to the hundreds of peoiple you pass everyday and they are all individuals.... they all have quirks. hopes.dreams.cheese factor components insert here....
I am working on a video project for the fringe festival in may. most my blog post for a while will probably be about that project 15 relationships 60 stories.
I am working on a video project for the fringe festival in may. most my blog post for a while will probably be about that project 15 relationships 60 stories.
Fifty People, One Question: Brooklyn from Fifty People, One Question on Vimeo.
Monday, February 2, 2009
videos im using for lesson plans... for the kidz!!!
thought you guys might want to check them out...
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
inbox, memory
Remember I know what Simulacra and Simulacrum really means and you should really clean your apt. It'll make things a little easier for you. I promise.
Simulacrum (plural: -cra, also -crums[dubious – discuss]), from the Latin simulacrum which means "likeness, similarity",[1] is first recorded in the English language in the late 16th century, used to describe a representation of another thing, such as a statue or a painting, especially of a god; by the late 19th century, it had gathered a secondary association of inferiority: an image without the substance or qualities of the original.[2] Philosopher Frederic Jameson offers photorealism as an example of artistic simulacrum, where a painting is created by copying a photograph that is itself a copy of the real.[3] Other art forms that play with simulacra include Trompe l'oeil,[4] Pop Art, Italian neorealism and the French New Wave.[5]
Simulacrum (plural: -cra, also -crums[dubious – discuss]), from the Latin simulacrum which means "likeness, similarity",[1] is first recorded in the English language in the late 16th century, used to describe a representation of another thing, such as a statue or a painting, especially of a god; by the late 19th century, it had gathered a secondary association of inferiority: an image without the substance or qualities of the original.[2] Philosopher Frederic Jameson offers photorealism as an example of artistic simulacrum, where a painting is created by copying a photograph that is itself a copy of the real.[3] Other art forms that play with simulacra include Trompe l'oeil,[4] Pop Art, Italian neorealism and the French New Wave.[5]
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
till 4 am... i am a fan.
i remember when i first started working at the bird.... we would all work till about 4 and then spend the next three hours till the sun came up, discussing baseball, history, art, music, or whatever one of us could drunkenly ramble about... and occasionally kayo would start dancing with the mop. they were good times.
i am so fascinated with the social dynamics of the 5pm-9am crowd, that exist in this town.
1) mostly service industry, musicians, or students
2) no one is from the same socio-economic background
3) it is fairly incestuous
4) depending on which part of the street you frequent...you might need to bring your own friends
i am sure it exist everywhere but what i know is here... its so eclectic and interesting to say the least. there are as many good people in the demographic as shady ones. which surprises me continually. so here is to the the 4am crowd as i venture into the stuffy world of the 9 to 5. i will always be a fan.
in the words of roy mata dancing on a bar top...."dont play... dont play"
i am so fascinated with the social dynamics of the 5pm-9am crowd, that exist in this town.
1) mostly service industry, musicians, or students
2) no one is from the same socio-economic background
3) it is fairly incestuous
4) depending on which part of the street you frequent...you might need to bring your own friends
i am sure it exist everywhere but what i know is here... its so eclectic and interesting to say the least. there are as many good people in the demographic as shady ones. which surprises me continually. so here is to the the 4am crowd as i venture into the stuffy world of the 9 to 5. i will always be a fan.
in the words of roy mata dancing on a bar top...."dont play... dont play"
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