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“Obiter dictum. Said in passing.”

this ending is fun

Once upon a time there was a Bear
and a Bee who lived in a wood and
were the best of friends. All summer
long the Bee collected nectar from
morning to night while the Bear lay
on his back basking in the long grass.

When Winter came the Bear
realised he had nothing to eat and
thought to himself “I hope that busy
little Bee will share some of his
honey with me”. But the Bee was
nowhere to be found – he had died of
a stress induced coronary disease.

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tall place

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
Robert Frost

Deer Lake Kayak

Clouds @ Deer Lake

Right Paddle

Oh, also, the rental guy signed the 2nd and 3rd ‘visit’ when it was only suppose to be the 1st visit, isn’t that awesome? More free stuff for me.
Deer Lake Reward Card

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train-spotting

Riding a train always makes me stop and stare outside at the moving 3-D picture outside. Especially so with the Vancouver,Canada-to-Seattle,Washington train. First it’s a fifteen minute introduction of urban art, where amateur graffiti artists are trying to thrive on motionless abandoned train car canvases (the basic ‘I’m going to write my name in crazy bold letters’ style).

Then a half-hour of masterpieces-in-tunnels-and-more-daring art, which immediately transitions over a bridge to the industrialized nation of factories and quiet towns.

Following that sad little area, is three hours of crossing through the middle of wide lakes and random bodies of water and nature. It’s the landscape you see in calendars, postcards, and sometimes religious websites emblazoned with “The Wonders of God’s Creation” (or something to that effect). You can see for miles of blue water to one side enclosed by mountains far off in the distance, and cloud formations filling up the spaces in between.


(These are the exact islands we passed… I know this because I get to do some sort of coastal archaeology there)

The other side is almost identical, but instead of water, there’s flat, rolling hills that remind me of some non-existent land that would probably rival the landscape of J.R.R. Tolkein’s fantasy worlds.


VS.

I was so busy staring (probably with a vacant look) that it wasn’t for a while until I noticed this weird fuzzy black-and-white stuffed animal apparently looking out the window with the same blank stare I had on my face. Same position, same angle, same intensity, a little freaky for a lifeless little dog/cow/sheep/whatever it is.

It turns out that a little girl had left him in that position when she went somewhere else on the train for 2 hours. Trains make me think more than class lectures do, sadly.

(P.S. I didn’t take these pictures, but they are quite dead-on.. Just trying to give visual aid here)

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so happy together

Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
Mark Twain

Happiness is opulent. Or well, at least a long lasting, cuddly, warm hearted, fuzzy, makes-your-heart-want-to-explode-into-more-little-hearts-
so-you-can-feel-your-heart-explode-again-and-again relationship with Happiness is.1 Why settle for the mediocre rip offs? The real stuff sounds so much cooler.

The only way I can think of describing the process of obtaining real “Happiness” is running a gauntlet.2 You’ve got the humility, the embarrassment, and the all important poking and prodding with sharp objects. You can’t run right through and nab the prize and be like “hip hip hooray! I finished!”. First of all, that’s cheating. Second of all, the people on the side and in front of you will notice that you cheated and poke you into oblivion with their pointy objects. There’s only one way forward, no shortcuts, and no turning back.3 You’re forced into this situation where there are people trying to make you fail (cause face it, there’s always people like that; they revel in other people’s inadequacy). But seriously, if you give up, that’s not going to stop the people poking you. You might as well move forward and leave those people behind. Ah, metaphors, you are the world’s best explainer i luv u4

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domo arigato mr. roboto


They are like real robots. They do slow-mo so good.

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Do not ever want this piece of creepy. Ahhhh I’m getting the chills just looking at it. Baby robot… more like Human-Eating/Terminator robot.

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This skating robot on the other hand, is quite charming. And also does not have a mouth with which to eat humans with.

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Yes We Can

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Quite inspiring.

But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope. For when we have faced down impossible odds; when we’ve been told that we’re not ready, or that we shouldn’t try, or that we can’t, generations of Americans have responded with a simple creed that sums up the spirit of a people.Yes we can.It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.Yes we can.It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom through the darkest of nights.Yes we can.It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballot; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.

Yes we can to justice and equality. Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity. Yes we can heal this nation. Yes we can repair this world. Yes we can.

And so tomorrow, as we take this campaign South and West; as we learn that the struggles of the textile worker in Spartanburg are not so different than the plight of the dishwasher in Las Vegas; that the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in America’s story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea –

Yes. We. Can.

I’m a little tiny bit concerned with the American people after they started chanting ‘Yes We Can’ a million times over like zombies. Zombies with a lot of energy. That’s very dangerous.

I find it hard to put complete trust in a candidate, because much of what they do is put up a false image. Their goal is to get the status of Presidency, and if saying they’re going to lower taxes is a path leading there, then so be it. I don’t know, I could be wrong, maybe it really is their intention to change America, make it a greater nation, make it stronger. Let’s hope so.

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Honestly, I tried to find a picture without that creepy clown on it, and it just doesn’t exist. I guess Watty Piper wants his readers to have nightmares of a clown bearing down on you, riding a train that has a life of its own. Also, how ridiculous is that guy’s name. Watty Piper. lolz

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fotographia, τέχνη, film


Modern day cowboy, photographed using tintype. TEXAS REPRESENT (Cowpunchers’ll punch your lights out). I have to say this is one of my favorite pictures :)

A couple days ago, we learned about subjectivity/objectivity in photography vs. art vs. moving pictures (dear God let’s just call it PAF – photography, art, and film because I’m tired and will not waste 3 seconds writing such things over again). Admittedly I did skip out of class during the break, because my professor sometimes has no idea what he is talking about. His favorite mode of teaching us, is to show a breathtaking photo or film or a piece of brilliant art, face us, and say with a smirk on his face, “What do you make of this?” What do I make? WHAT DO I MAKE? I make a million things of it, none of which I can say in the duration of sentence. There are those people who can raise their hand and argue with so much confidence of a know-it-all, “This is a picture of Hilary Clinton getting snubbed by Barack Obama. ” And then repeat it again as if no one heard. And then my smirky teacher can turn, sit for an uncomfortable amount of time, and use one of his four ambiguous responsive sentences (“Yeah, absolutely,” “Ok,” “Definitely,” “Good point”). Thanks for interjecting your lame bias opinion that is just representative of what something The Enquirer cooks up in their dungeons underneath the sewers. And although I disagree, there’s not enough words to say what I mean. Lame.1

I think there’s no possible way in the entire world any visual form of explaining or PAF can be objective. Every single person sees PAFs differently, and its because our the infinite combinations of experiences that grow everyday. They cause us to innately judge, and even if you have lived every moment with someone, you will still feel differently (I’m getting into another arguable subject, so I’m just going to reverse and run right out of there). No one can completely agree with another’s viewpoint, and if they do, they’re just lying to themselves, or worse, biologically mutating into a sheep. Anthropologists criticize vehemently against subjectivity in work, when objectivity is something they certainly cannot do. Hypocrites of the worst kind.2


Banksy!

This:
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Monet

VS.

This:
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photo off JPG

So what do I make of it? Think about it this way. I see a piece of PAF, any PAF, and my brain fires up. Those neurons are working overtime to take it all in. That’s why the words that come out of my mouth are so generic. Things like, “That’s so awesome,” and “Wow,” aren’t the things that I mean to say. I’m just at loss for more advanced words. My vocabulary doesn’t exceed the level of 5th grade until its all over. And I’m not kidding. I love film. I love photography. I love art.3-4 I love what they do to me.

I’m suddenly very tired at the words ‘subjective’ and ‘objective’.

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