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[Mar. 3rd, 2008|11:16 am] |
Ed's Camp & the rustic Kactus Kafe. We never really figured out if there was someone still living there or not..there was a car or two parked next door beside another shack, but no obvious sign that this was an actual commercial establishment..or had ever been one.
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| Knowledge |
[Jan. 8th, 2008|11:46 pm] |
It's so rare that one actually sees history, as a living, breathing entity. The reenactor I talked to at Fort Matanzas last month spoke for several hours about everything from royalty to living conditions to firearm technology of the era. To have knowledge so deep and broad, such that one can understand the nuances of 16th century politics, why they existed, and how the repercussions of those events are still felt today...is to truly master history. Such a damn rare sort of person to meet, like a walking Wikipedia...shame there aren't more like the same.
In short, my current politics teacher leaves a bit to be desired. I suppose my GPA isn't that important anyways. |
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| Objects d' art |
[Nov. 7th, 2007|02:50 am] |
Arnaldo Pomodoro is an Italian sculptor. He was born on June 23, 1926, in Morciano, Romagna, Italy. He currently lives and works in Milan. His brother, Giò Pomodoro (1930-1993) was also a sculptor.
Pomodoro designed a controversial fiberglass crucifix for the Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The piece is topped with a fourteen foot in diameter crown of thorns which hovers over the figure of Christ.
Some of Pomodoro's "Sphere Within Sphere" (Sfera con Sfera) can be seen in the Vatican Museums, Trinity College, Dublin, the United Nations Headquarters in New York, the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden in Washington, D.C., and the University of California, Berkeley.
In 1999 he founded Fondazione Pomodoro in Milan. Originally conceived as a centre to document and archive the work of the artist, it opened an exhibition space in 2005, hosting exhibitions of prominent artists such as Jannis Kounellis. The director of Fondazione Pomodoro is Flaminio Gualdoni. - From Wikipedia.org
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[Feb. 23rd, 2007|10:51 pm] |
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not feeling well-running a fever I think. for all two of you out there, if I'm incommunicado for the next day (two? three) that's the reason. cyas |
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[Feb. 1st, 2007|01:44 pm] |
I wake up to the weirdest shit...today I slowly floated up to consciousness to hear some unfamiliar girl's voice arguing and shouting in the living room. Something about turtle tails and bleeding. So I threw on some pants, wander out, and there's this chick standing there with a miniature turtle (one of those pet stores sell in aquariums) in her hand, complaining loudly that there's something wrong with it because it's tail is missing and it's bleeding. One of my roommates and two other random dudes are also sitting there playing video games. And apparantly all of this is normal.
Sometimes I think that "What the fuck" is just far too weak of a phrase. |
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[Dec. 11th, 2006|04:30 pm] |
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It seems to me like I do my best/deepest thinking when no one else is around, and when there's no real way for me to record my thoughts. Like when I'm driving, my mind starts to wander and I have really interesting strings of thought, but by the time I arrive the feeling has disappeared and I'm left with just vague memories of insight. Occasionally it happens when I'm drifting off to sleep. Why is it that some people can express themselves so thoroughly and skillfully, communicating their inner selves on demand? |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2006|11:52 pm] |
From what I recall, last fall semester there were close to 50 or 60 pages of writing for various essays at New College. This semester I've had virtually nothing so far, and now comes this essay. The classwork is tremendously easy, and then suddenly we're producing a research paper on an environmental problem, with more detailed specs than anything at NCF I wrote. I virtually guarantee that out of 25 or 30 students in the class, at least 15 to 20 of them won't get higher than a 50% on the assignment.
What's weird is, I know I managed to pull off quite a few last-minute saves last year, cranking out essays until 6 in the morning and doing well on them. But it's like the Engine isn't kicking in. It's left me, and I can't find it, and things are closing in. If not for that bloody paper, life would be pretty good, but the only thing I can think about is a clock ticking away. |
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[Oct. 10th, 2006|03:20 am] |
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Fall is one of the few times left when I really feel a sense of wonder just walking around in the evening and nighttime, just to see the high spooky cirrus clouds, the chill breezes, and the scent of fireplaces burning somewhere. It really reaches some inner level of emotion in me. Florida without humidity is truly a great place sometimes. |
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[Sep. 18th, 2006|10:08 pm] |
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My dad's outdoor cat is slowly becoming an indoor kitty. Over the last few months we've been letting him in for longer and longer periods of time, sometimes overnight. One day last week he was inside all evening, and then my dad put him out. Come morning, my mom opened the sliding glass door, and he zipped in off of the porch. Apparantly at some point during the night he had managed to work the screen door open and get onto the porch. Last night I caught him trying to use his weight to slowly push the sliding glass door open, when he wanted out. He is by far the most intelligent and articulated cat I've ever seen, between his prehensile tail and damn near opposable thumbs. |
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| clusterfuck |
[Sep. 5th, 2006|12:28 pm] |
I seem to have lost my cell phone somehow, as we can't find it anywhere.
This is really kinda strange, because by all rights it can't be missing. On Sunday, up in Tampa, I called Blaine from outside his apartment door. I know for a fact I had the phone then. We spent quite a while playing games, watching the movie, and then I went to sleep. I seem to recall turning the ringer on my phone off, right before falling asleep. When we left, I thought I still had it. On the way home, we stopped at Chik-Fil-A and had lunch. Then dropped Georgie and Michelle off (got out of the car for only a moment), and then dropped Taylor off (didn't even get out of the car). Then I went home.
Facts:
I've searched the car thoroughly, while calling the phone, and found nothing.
Blaine has searched his apartment, while calling the phone, including outside his door, and found nothing.
We've searched my bedroom while letting the phone ring, and heard nothing/seen nothing.
I even looked outside in the front lawn, in the offhand chance it fell out of my pocket into my sleeping bag, and then out onto the yard when bringing my stuff inside.
I looked up the number for that franchise, and spoke to the owner of the Chik-Fil-A, and he said no one had found any cell phones.
Theories:
A: Phone is in Blaine's apartment, and Blaine didn't spot it.
B: Somewhere outside Blaine's apartment, I dropped the phone in the parking lot.
C: It fell out of my pocket while eating lunch, and either wasn't found, or was picked up and stolen by someone else.
D: Phone is lost somewhere in my house, and we somehow cannot hear it or see it.
E: Georgie and Michelle somehow accidentally picked up my phone and took it with them.
Solution:
I'm fucked, because I have no phone, I've only got a handful of numbers that I pulled off of calling records online, and I've got no clue where the damned thing could have gone. If you're reading this, please do me a favor and send me an e-mail with whatever phone numbers of yours I've lost (wesjanson at gmail.com). Thanks! |
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[Aug. 5th, 2006|04:01 am] |
yey, I 19 now.
and I got another article accepted.
yey! |
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[Jul. 29th, 2006|10:18 pm] |
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The music of Star Wars Episode One is something that still moves me, almost 7 years later, unlike anything else. Damnit, I can listen to those unearthly pieces and still remember what it was like to feel curiosity and awe. I can't even find words to describe what it feels like, because those weak adjectives have lost their meanings to me. Of all the music I listen to, that soundtrack is still almost the only one that can do it to me. And I think I know why: all of the CDs I own that have that effect (Episode One, Return of the Comet, Holst's Planets) I first listened to and fell in love with, before 2000 or so. Sometime around the age of 12 or 13, it seems I lost my inner child, the ability to feel wonder. Why did it disappear? Where did it go? Will it ever come back? |
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[Jul. 5th, 2006|11:36 pm] |
Giving speeches really, really sucks. I halfways suspect it'd be less fearful being shot at in war. Nagging perfectionism sucks too.
Where's everyone gone off to? If you're reading this, what've you been up to lately? How are things going? Where are you at? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2006|02:39 am] |
After watching THX 1138, I've decided I agree with Taylor's sentiment: The future really, really sucks. Oh yes, and Taylor's previous comment, while in Blockbuster (when I questioned whether the movie would suck): "Hey, it's a DVD, it can't be bad!"
Driving back into town, in the right hand lane, I had a driver pull out of a line of stopped cars and into my lane, nearly causing an accident. I didn't see his turn signal until he was already changing, and thus didn't slow down (since my lane was clear). And he obviously didn't bother looking before deciding to amble on over to the next lane. The only thing that saved us from a collision was the fact that there was an empty turn lane to the right, and I swerved into it, went around the guy, then back. The thing that really amazes me on reflection is that I only had a couple tenths of a second to act, and that somehow my brain was able to process the danger, figure out what to do, and swerve, all long before I "knew" what was going on. It makes you wonder how often our reflexes save us..and what would happen if they didn't work so well.
Oh, and Aeon Flux actually wasn't that bad of a movie. Kinda strange, but not too bad. |
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