5.365 - Looking Up

So, in lieu of my photo of Paul, I post this. It seems a bit trite and overdone to me, but here it is all the same. The seasons they are a-changin' and everyone seems to be noticing. This may well be one of the last nice days we have before winter sets in for good. A big storm is rolling its way in to San Jose and is due to hit on Wednesday. There are rumors of snow on the ground in the Bay Area and the hills are covered in snow all around us. So, before the leaves are gone for good and the sky is obscured until April, here is my Autumn photo.

4.365 - Eris

I love my cat. She's beautiful and adorable and inquisitive and highly neurotic. Usually she's just needy. But, I love her. She was named after the Goddess or chaos and discord. Now there's a phone that bears the same name. Despite this, she is truly one of a kind. I love my cat.

3.365 - Making Up for Lost Time

Every relationship has its ups and downs. We all know this. There are days when a relationship flows with such ease and tranquility that it requires no effort whatsoever. Other days however, you wonder how it even stays together. And then, when it gets really bad, you find yourself angry because your significant other went to a new coffee shop without you. Or maybe that's just me. However, with that said, I move on to talk about day #3. If you know me at all, you will know that the act of doing coffee means a great deal to me as an individual. I pride myself on my tastes and my palate. I not only love coffee, coffee loves me. The ritual and act of DOING coffee is a big deal. When Sean and I met, we met over coffee. We then bonded over coffee. He is possibly the first person who can really fit into my ritual that is DOING coffee. So, come earlier this week and I find myself having a truly off day and I'm throwing an absolute fit because I didn't get to go to the new coffee shop with him. It makes sense, if you know me. So, to make up for that, Sean and I trekked out to Palo Alto today to try Philz Coffee. They do drip coffee by the cup. Which makes it expensive, but oh so delicious. The coffee is good and the service is better. I am pleased and mollified.

2.365 - Sunsets are Revealing Too

It's day #2, and somehow, I'm already feeling a little bit overwhelmed by this project. I had a few things to do today that were weighing on my mind quite a bit, and decided not to bring the camera along. I found myself staring at the hamachi sashimi I had ordered for lunch wishing I had the camera. Alas, I did not, and so, I ate without documentation. Then, I went to coffee. My barista Paul did an awesome latte art of the letter 'S' for Siobhan, and again...I had no camera. So, I drank that without documentation. I returned home, feeling quite a bit sorry for myself and tried to find the motivation to go out and photograph something, ANYTHING. None came. So, sitting on the couch feeling sorry for myself I did the only thing I knew how to do, and complained to anyone who would listen. In the middle of my complaining, low and behold, I looked out my window and saw that the sky had suddenly turned magenta! It had been something of a sad day in San Jose. Cloudy and hazy and smoggy and somewhat depressing. But all of that came together for a magenta sunset that lasted all of 5 minutes. I rushed outside to photograph it, and was aggravated to find that I could not get this damn tree branch out of my way. So, instead of scrapping the photo for something else, I worked with it. And it turned into this beautiful silhouette of its own accord. I love these colors. They make me happy.

1.365 - Remy

So, I jump on this bandwagon already a little conflicted about my photos. For those of you not in the know. I am beginning a 365 project in which I endeavor to take and post one photo per day for the next 365 days. I could wait until the New Year to start, but that seems sort of silly. So, here I am. I will be blogging this here, as well as on my flickr site. Please comment, if no one one is watching I'll simply cancel the show as callously and quickly as Fox cancels Joss Whedon's masterpieces.

Away we go.

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Everyone, meet Remy. I acquired Remy on August 25, 2008. I decided, for Science knows what reason, that I NEEDED a typewriter. Knowing close to nothing about them, I went in search on Craigslist for some kind of 20th century machine that would fill my desires. I found Remy. He was made in October of 1926 and he is a Remington Portable. He is fully functional and beautiful. So, I begin with him. Jess and I meant to take photos with and of him when she braved my cat ridden home for a day to do her closet photo shoot with me. However, in the light of cat allergies and other things to be done, we forgot, and haven't gotten back to him. So, since he worked so hard with me during the month of November for NaNoWriMo, I thought I'd give him a moment to be a star. I post both versions of this photo here because I am conflicted. As you might have noticed, there's a rather conspicious arm hiding behind the type arms back there. The numbers 5 & 6 held themselves up because I had to wrap them around eachother to make them appear in the correct order. 3 however was the lone arm, and would not remain in frame unless something was holding his key down. Now, in the interest of focusing far closer than Sean's camera really wanted to, I was tied to the camera and could not do both tasks at once. So, I enlisted Sean's help. And, so you see his arm. I am convinced that it sort of ruins the color image, but I love it so. It is less problematic in the B/W, but...I like the image less. So, here we are. 1 of 365. Done.

EDIT: Oh, and if you would like to see the image larger, just click on it. KayThxBai!

EDIT #2: It has been decided. By me and others, the color is superior. So, I am taking the B/W version down. Though it is still available on my flickr here.

very busy people

The song "Very Busy People" by the Limousines has been rattling around in my head since Mike's semi-failed show at the library two weeks ago. (and by semi-failed I mean he did amazing, but the sound guy was a total tool) He played it again at Barefoot last week and the rattling got just a touch louder. I've always loved the song, but something about it was pulling on my sleeve this time insisting on being heard. And so, as a result, I've listened. To the point where I am almost sick of the song. Then, I thought. I thought long and hard about what might be pushing me toward these words and these events.

We are very busy people. We being everyone. Not just those people in my life, but everyone. We all have lives, and friends, and to-do lists that aren't getting done. We have places to be and people we haven't called back in way too long. I've always said that I wasn't born a Gemini, I grew to be one. I love being one. It's always been a lifestyle I loved more than anything. I love being everywhere to the point of exhausting myself and eternally frustrating those closest to me. I double book myself more than I would care to admit, and the social butterfly in me wants to be everyone's best friend. Not only that I want to hear and see that those same people around me that I double book and treat (sometimes) horribly love me and adore me so much that they don't care about my flighty and callous nature.

I've left people behind on this path, certainly, and occasionally I feel horribly about that. But I realize every night when I go to sleep that the people I have left behind are the people that I did not make myself important to. And more importantly, they did not make themselves important to me or my life. They filled the space while I waited for those who were truly meant to fill those holes in my life. I don't know if I have the full house yet, but we will certainly find out as time goes by. So, to the new, the old, the reacquainted, and the dearly loved...I cherish you all as I hope you all cherish me. The Gemini in me cannot resist the life I lead, I love it too dearly. So hold on for the ride, it is most certainly worth it.

My friends and I, we certainly are very busy people. As exhausting as it sometimes is, I think we love it.

VERY BUSY PEOPLE by the Limousines

We'll end up numb from playing video games
and we'll get sick of having sex.
And we'll get fat from eating candy;
as we drink ourselves to death.
We'll stay up late
mixing mix tapes,
photoshopping pictures of ourselves;
as we masturbate to these pixelated images
of strangers fucking themselves.

We are very busy people,
We are very busy people.

There's crusty socks
and stacks of pizza boxes
leading trails straight to the bed.
And when we're done sleeping
we'll stay busy dreaming of the things
that we do not have yet.
Well there's a long list of chores and shit to do
before we play, oh let's just piss away the day.
Crank call the cops down at the station,
just for friendly conversation,
requesting songs they never play;
Let's hear the one that goes like:

We are very busy people,
We are very busy people;

But we've always got time for new friends.
So come on over and knock on our door,
it's open what you waiting for?
We may be sprawled out on the floor,
but we still make lovely company.
Pull up a chair, I'll pour some tea,
We'll shoot the shit, 'bout everything,
till you get sick of politics,
and flip on the TV screen,
we stare at the TV screen.
That Donnie Darko DVD has been playing for a week,
and we know every single word.
I got an iPod like a pirate ship,
I'll sail the sea
with fifty thousand songs I never heard-
And all the best of them go
La la la la la la...
la la la la la la...

. . .

oh...em...gee...

this has got to be the coolest fucking thing ever. i cannot wait...

word!