It's Wednesday and it's madness. Registration for classes took place this week. Here's mine:
There are a lot of implications, assumptions, epiphanies embedded within this schedule. First, there's only 2 classes, 6 units. I'm only taking 2 classes next year because that is all I need to graduate. I have two college classes left of my college career, my educational career. This is it, the big kahuna. Also, if you notice, these are both Bible classes. No general education classes, no film classes, no art classes, just straight up Bible. I have heard nothing but GREAT things about these two classes and I am ecstatic to focus, for the first time in my life, on Bible classes. Typically, my art/film classes dominate my schooling, sending the Bible classes to the deep end to doggie-paddle. Not this semester. Bible classes are controlling this swimming pool. Lastly, due to the minimalist structure of this coming semester, there will be more time to take on the world. Personal projects, freelance projects, creative projects will have time to breathe, will have time to fester outside of the educational world. Next semester will serve, as least I predict it will, as a solid transition between the said educational world and the said "real world." As always though, this is all SUBJECT TO CHANGE.
So last week was Thanksgiving. I'm ALL ABOUT Thanksgiving. Here's what I posted on Facebook (I've realized taking screenshots such as this one keys you into the emotion of the actual day, rather than a recollection of the emotion of the actual day, knawatimean?).
Thanksgiving is an amazing holiday. It was great being home, with the fam bam and gram. It was great being away from classes, away from campus. Even though there was oh so much work to be done, being away from classes was a rest in itself. It was a great time of revitalization, eating eating eating, and resting. Thanksgiving is an amazing holiday.
Last week, or should I say two, I mentioned the rock climbing trip, "one of the funnest most bestest trips of my college career." Folks, it really was. Here's why: rock climbing was described to me as both a solo sport and a team sport. Here's why: rock climbing is very much solo, you climb by yourself, you depend on yourself to get to the top. You yourself choose to keep going, to give up, to try a different route, to lunge, to jump, to try again. However, MUCH of rock climbing is the reliance on the belayer, the encouragement by other "teammates" and our teach Dave Bedell, the excitement of everyone when you or another teammate reaches the top. And because of this, everyone on this trip was in it together, everyone made it to the top every time. Seeing "teammates" overcome the obstacles of the rock and their own personal vendettas? INCREDIBLE. This paragraph failed before it even began in describing the authenticity of the trip, words aren't enough. Scratch that, there's one word that described it:
SPEECHLESS.
Here's are photos I snapped. Joshua Tree is beautifully beautiful.
Here's our group, taken by the guy two pictures up.
Can't even begin to describe it. People told me "the rock climbing trip is the best thing ever." I somewhat believed them, but I thought "I'm sure it will be great, but it can't be THAT great, best ever? Naw. There's no way." After I got back, I was the one saying "the rock climbing trip is the best thing ever." Sleeping in tents in 25 degree temperatures, cooking by flashlight, climbing rocks I never thought were climbable, enjoying the company of a FANTASTIC new group of friends. It's too much, too great. THE BEST THING EVER.
This post is complete. It's ended. This the end. Go explore somewhere, somewhere you've never ventured before. Learn something new, try it out, experiment. People don't do that enough.
Remember how last week there was a really good blog post with stories and pictures and all sorts of other fun stuff? Well you should probably go read it because this week is unbelievably busy busy busy busy busy busy. http://emliv.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentined.html
That's why this post is a day late. It's not really late because it was ready to rock yesterday, it's just being posted late because last night was simply too balognay hectic.
I guess I just have a few photos for you. Because that's all I have time for. Sorries.
TARP-SURFING
A trip to Disneyland with THE FAM BAM.
And a trip into dwntn LOS ANGELES with friends.
It seriously pains me to leave you like this. Which barely nothin.
I'm sorry. I hope you enjoyed the pictures though.
Take a few pictures yourself. Have fun. Shoot anything and everything. Capture life.
It's been an interesting week. Ups and downs, backs and forths, simple all-over-the-place fun. This is directly reflected through my clothing selections for today. In fact, it's so closely related, we'll treat this like a rhetorical question and you can figure out how and why it's connected on your own. I will explain one thing though; the lack of tie has great significance and that is, well, somehow, somewhere, one of my suits, charcoal in color, along with approximately 15 ties (half of my tie collection) went missing. Don't know the details, don't know how it happened, wish I did, wish this didn't happen. I put up a classified ad on Biola's network and here's a link to it:
This is a pretty significant loss, it's going to be difficult to recover and, in some situations, impossible to recover. It's brutal, but hey, it is what it is, live goes on, and we're good. Boom boom bam, let's go.
Speaking of "let's go," last Friday night's events were up in the air. There were three different options, all of which were undetermined. Long story short, I ended up committing to go to a Future of Forestry, Lovelite, and Reveal concert with Ms. Sierra Falco, Ms. Amber Agron, and Amber's boyfriend Mr. Preston Richardson. I was excited, they were excited, we were all excited. Before long, it's time to go and Preston, who was photographing the concert and was scheduled to come pick us up from Biola, was struggling to get his car started. It was at this point I knew we were in for a treat. We needed to figure out what to do and decided upon driving Amber's car, a big ol' Bronco. There was a problem though, Amber's arm is injured, rendering her unable to drive. Well, the smell of adventure was in the air, so I volunteered to put my driver's license to good use. I was warned immediately, old big vehicles can be fussy, there are little tricks and whistles one needs to master before it will drive well. Sure enough, the first five minutes were absolutely BRUTAL. The brakes were SUPER touchy and the gas required quite the punch. Luckily, we humans are made to adapt, so after quite the interesting 5 minutes, it was like I had been driving this bad boy for years.
So, we're on the freeway, just cruising, looking for exit 90 something in midst of traffic, and all of a sudden, a realization is made: we were going the wrong way on the freeway, and not only that, we had been going the wrong way for a good half an hour. This is the moment that plagues my life, the great moment of realizing you're in the wrong place. Now, if there's anything I've learned in my lifetime, it's that I ALWAYS get lost, and when I get lost, it's ALWAYS an adventure. BIG memories are waiting to be made. Never fails. Ever. So it's at this moment, I just start laughing, realize this trip has just become the trip of lifetime, and the story of this trip will be told for years. It was time to turn around.
So we did. And our less than 30 minute trip quickly turned into a 2 hour trip. And we enjoyed ourselves. We chatted about all sorts of nice things, including but not limited to in-depth conversations about two intense topics dreams and cancer. We had time, lots of it, and hey, when you stick people in a situation where all they can do is talk to each other, boom, that's what you do. That's my idea of a good time. So, FINALLY, we arrive at Crossline Church. After struggling to find the entrance, we make it in, quickly realizing we had missed the first two bands, Lovelite and Reveal, but hey, we made it. Future of Forestry absolutely killed it, those guys know how to jam and know how to put on a show! There were definitely a few of those moments where the only response worthy is a *gasp,* there's no other response suitable, it's just too too good. I couldn't help but yelp "SO DOPE" at one point, givin' me chills. Know what was also great? Seeing old friends like Mr. Grant Gunther and Mr. Louie Huesmann, among others from Hume. Reunions are the best.
And then we left. Presten's vehicle was still out of commission, so we left from Crossline with an one more passenger than we had come with, thought outside the bun and stopped by Taco Bell for a late night snack, and headed out. And guess how long the trip home took? Let's just say 25 minutes, just a tad bit shorter than the 2 hours it took to get there. Good, quick ride home.
All in all, the idea that "half the fun is getting there" rings brilliantly true, and in this case, it may as well read "three quarters of the fun is getting there." Through my experience with getting lost in virtually every driving situation I'm in, I've learned a few things:
It's incredibly easy and tempting to become stressed, flustered, and concerned. It's very easy to get plastered by a wave of negativity and potentially ruin the rest of the trip. These aren't necessarily bad things, they just threatening. This happens to everyone, it's natural.
If you can help it, be optimistic about the situation. Believe it or not, getting lost happened to you for a reason, probably reasons you will never know. I'll give you an example: my grandpa was scheduled to board a boat. For whatever reason, he accidentally did not make it on that boat and what happens? The boat sinks. You never know what's going to happen.
Utilize your extra time you gain from getting lost. Time and time again, getting lost creates lots of laughs about getting back on track and relearning where you are going. Time and time again, conversation and experiences have taken place during that time that never would have had a chance if you hadn't lost your place.
Make it fun. Laugh about it, have a blast. You might as well. It's a bad situation, turn it into a good situation. Make it a memory that will last a lifetime. And you know what happens with memories? They become stories, great stories. And what do you do with stories? You tell them. And hey, every time you're in a car, you can tell your co-car-riders the story of "that one time you got lost." THE BEST.
And that's the story about that one time I got lost with Amber and Sierra. It's in the memory bank for good.
Now, I've got three strange topics to talk about.
First, bad breath. I feel like bad breath is one of the strangest, nastiest, troubling accidents on the face of this earth, an accident we all struggle with in some form. When you're talking to someone with terrible breath, it's revolting, you can't stand it. But what do you? More often than not, you don't do anything. Now, I'm not quite sure why we don't say anything. Perhaps it's embarrassing. You feel bad for telling someone "Hey, sorry to bring this up, but you need a breathmint, your breath...well, it's bad." Not only is it hard for you to say, but how are they going to feel? We feel embarrassed. If you're the one with bad breath, how do you feel? I'm speaking from personal experience right now. If someone tells me, "Woah, take a swig of Listerine or something," I think immediately "YIKES, bad breath is nasty" and then immediately think "how long have I had this repulsing stench fuming from my mouth, how many people have been devoured by this scent, been disgusted, and not said anything." In my opinion, if my breath has even a hint of "bad," I would love for it to be pointed out, that way it can be fixed from the get-go and it won't have to get embarrassing for either party when my breath is killing the plants I walk by.
Second, the wave. I recently had two different converstaions with two separate sets of people about waving, and now, as I'm writing this, I'm realizing this will be very difficult to describe in words without showing with my own two hands. Bascially, we came to the realization that men and women wave differently. More often than not, a man will either just stick his hand in the air, or maybe do one simple "swipe." A women kind of hits the whole spectrum, ranging throughout all sorts of different varieties of waves. I'm going to cut this conversation right now because it's literally impossible to describe all the variations of waves, plus it's much more fun to demonstarte. Ask me sometime about it. One last note though, during the first conversation about waves, we agreed that a notable wave that is feminite and maybe a tad annoying is the finger wave, where you kind of have your fingers pointed at your subject and move your fingers in a wave pattern. The funny thing about it is since we talked about this, I have caught myself over and over and over again waving in this extremely awkward and strange way of waving. I just can't help but laugh. Out of all the ways to wave we talked about, that's the one my phyche chose to naturally do (at least for this week). Strange.
Lastly, social experimentation. Do you ever do little things to see how people react? Whether that's something you say, not speaking up when you would normally, choosing to do certain things that wouldn't normally do, but for the sake of reaction, you do them anyway, or, similarly, not doing or saying things you normally would? I guess we all do this kind of stuff, just involuntary. Recently though, I've been having some fun with it. My absolute favorite is not speaking up with there's an awkward silence. It's quiet and uncomfortable and getting worse by the second. You feel the urge to do something, whether that is speak up, chuckle, or do the hand motion that, in my opinion, is the greatest symbol of the loss of social skills among our generation, the awkward turtle. I LOVE not breaking this silence and just seeing what happens. Every time the results are different and it's so interesting to see how people react to awkward silence and in there end, how they break it. It's almost like taking a seat and watching the drama play out. Just good clean fun.
Along that note, the other night I was talking with Ms. Sierra Falco and Ms. Jenette Hatch about the topic of hugs. Now, hugs are a funny business. A hug is what? The in between between a handshake and a full on kiss? There is a level of intimacy in a hug that does not exist in a handshake and it's this intmacy that catches me off guard. People enjoy the feeling of touch. I'm not sure how to explain it, but there's something about touch that hits us hard and we were designed by our Creator that way. That said, the variety of a hug is intriguing. First you have the side hug, the supposed awkward cousin to the "real" hug. Personally, I don't have a problem with it. To me, it's not awkward or weird; yes, it is less intimate (don't you love that word?) than a full hug, but why does the side hug get a bad rap? Don't know. Then you have the "real" hug, a straight up greeting of meaningful proportions. Sierra and Jenette called it, they said the reason a real hug is absolutely necessary is the feeling of being surrounded, encircled in the other persons arms, a feeling that a side hug can never offer. Now here's something else, what happened to that hug/kiss on the cheek thing? I don't know what it's called, but I've noticed that older people and Europeans in general tend to use this greeting when greeting a member of the opposite sex. I know virtually nothing about this type of greeting so I'm going to stop talking about it. I just thought it is either an interesting twist on cliche American greetings or it's just gone out of style...or something.
And lastly, I have one video for you. My apartmentmate, Mr. Michael Warnecke, showed me this video last night and it's the epitome of JAMMING.
The drummer is having the absolute time of his life. JAMMING JAMMING JAMMING. I can't put it into words, I just can't. I can't get over the absolute greatness of the BEAST of a drummer. So incredibly good. In the pocket, in the groove, mmmm, GORGEOUS.
And that's the post! Lots of words today. I'm always a fan of words.
Go tell someone else some words, have a good, meaningful conversation.
Alright, alright, alright, alright. It's good to be comfortable. Here's the deal: I have class from 9-12:45, then (most days) I have work from 1-4. That's a lot of sitting. It's good to be comfortable, otherwise, that's a whole lot of time of squirming and squiggling in a already uncomfortable chair. It's an interesting business.
Here's the other thing, I have very little time to write this, but I do it anyway, not sure why, I've got stuff to talk about, not really, but, hey, we'll try it out, see where it goes, no knowing where it goes, because, hey, this is "It's Wednesday" and it could go wherever those words want to take it. Boom boom bam, let's go.
Last week, I sped through the post, last week I didn't even mention 2011. It's 2011 folks, nutty and a half. Yesterday was 1-11-11, nutty and three quarters. I'm almost used to writing "11" instead of "10." Normally this process takes months, but because of my job, where I am writing the date numerous numerous times a day, the process was sped up. I still mess it up sometimes though, I'm human.
Interterm has been incredibly busy, it's perhaps unreal, but it's very real because I am here doing it. So many things to do, so little time to do it. I posted this on my facebook the other day: "Life is just getting crazier and crazier...and then once it feels packed full of crazy, it rocks into the previously-unknown form of crazy.... Let's do it." This is still true.
There's big news, you know the post entitled "THE STORY (link)" and the wedding surrounding it? Well, that video is very close to being done, and in the process of the developmentation of that particular video, Mr. Isaac Svensson and I developed a serious interest in wedding videography. All that said, we have developed a wedding videography production company called......
Nope, not yet...it's not ready yet. Imagine it like a chocolate cake that is just a little underdone so it needs 10 minutes left in the oven...just 10 more minutes. Expect a separate post with the name, the website, and the premiere of the very first video!
It's exciting. We're excited.
Here's news, I had the opportunity to play a little bit of roller/street hockey the other day. Mr. Carlo Dangelo mentioned it, just a chunk of time to skate around and shoot around, pass around, all that jazz. I jumped on it. I haven't played since 8th grade, but for my middle school years I breathed roller hockey. I still have my skates albeit TINY, but I smashed my feet into them and skated and shot around, pass around, all that jazz. It was a blast, I was tripping and fumbling all over the place, but it was like riding a bike, it came back pretty quick. Super fun.
Here's a challenge: think of something you used to do all the time but stopped and haven't done it in a long long long while. Do it soon.
I've got some video for you, yeah?
First up, if you are artistic/photographical at all, you've either already seen this or you REALLY need to see it. It's decently long, almost 10 minutes, but totally worth it. Basically, a brilliant street photographer named Vivian Maier lived years and years ago with zero recognition, nobody knew she existed as a GREAT street photographer until recently, thousands upon thousands of negatives were rediscovered after being buried away in attic(s). This story is crazy, crazy crazy crazy. Talk about a discovery.
Next up, you played wiffleball? Yeah, the white ball with all sorts of holes all over it and it goes really slow through the air but is surprisingly hard to hit and it turns into a rather entertaining game of wiffleball? Yeah, that one. This video is entitled "Sick Wiffleball Pitches." The title cannot get more accurate. The amount of control and the movement this gentleman has on this hole-y ball is OUT OF CONTROL. There's other videos of him against actual batters and the batters look like loons trying to hit a wiffleball. Beauty.
Lastly, check this drummer out. Huh?
This video is WHACK. At first I thought, this drummer is a tool, yeah, talented, but a complete tool. Yeah his moves are awesome, out of control, brilliant, but they just do not match up with the rest of the bit. But then I thought, actually, this isn't a concert, it's a show! The drummer is putting on a show, like a circus, for the audience. This is very present in this next video where the drummer and this other dude (not sure who he is) go nutty, get the audience into it (3:35), this is no concert, ladies and gentleman. So, in this sense, go for the gold Mr. Drummer!
And that concludes it. I have work to do, I'm sure you have work to do too. That's what we do, we work, so in your work, be happy, be content, be glad you are working on whatever you are working on because you could be sitting in a corner staring at blank wall for hours upon hours, which in my opinion, is much better than doing data entry.
I'm back at school, just like *snap* that. I'm taking a Spanish class, I'm three days in. It should be good, it's basically immersion. Which is a good thing, all I think about most of the day is Spanish. Every day, constant Spanish throughout the week. It's a good thing, but the class is very long. Four hours a day, it feels like it get longer every day. It's the first week though, it will speed up and feel short as the days go by. Interterm is interterm. It's bad in a good way. I'm enjoying myself, there's so much work to be done. So much work. It's quite remarkable.
Because of this, I have little time to construct this Wednesday's post. Sorry, I hope it doesn't produce negative emotions.
I have a couple announcements:
I had some fun designing this last week! Hooray! I completely redesigned my twitter profile as well as my myspace profile. Here's something ironic, twitter is perhaps the most recent, biggest social media website, and myspace is perhaps the least, on the decline form of social media. Here's the thing, I still dig myspace, I'd be on it every single day if it wasn't for nobody else wants to use it, I don't understand why. At least from a designer's point of view, myspace destroys facebook, at least it did until myspace 3.0 came out. It's all relative. Here are your links:
Here's something, while I was at Hume Lake during the summer, I shot two rolls of Kodak T-Max 400 film. I had a good time, captured some good moments, and now they are online for you, you can now have a good time, you can capture some of those good moments.
Below is the link that links to the live album on my Facebook profile:
First up, there's this beatboxer called Beardyman and he took his talent to unsuspectors, I dig I dig.
In the spirit of skating, I took a trip back to yesteryear and remembered Rodney Mullen. Remember Rodney Mullen? One word: NUTTY. Revolutionized skateboarding without his style becoming wildly popular.
Have you heard of Pogo? If you don't recognize the name, you probably would recognize some of his work. Here's his latest:
"This is remix of sights and sounds that I filmed around the city of Johannesburg, South Africa. This marks the beginning of my World Remix project!"
Super sick, super classic, check it:
Lastly, for all you vocal buffs out there, this video surfaced the other day. Yesterday, when I found it, it had around 500,000 views. Now, as I write this, it has 5,393,300 views. That's quite a difference in a day. Super super rad. This homeless man has an incredible voice and he....well I'll just let him tell the story.
Currently, people all over are joining together to help this guy out, get him a job, get his life back together, and it might just work. I wish him the best.
UPDATE:
This is a great reason why the internet is rockin'. So great. So great.
Incredible.
And that's it folks. Video heavy, media heavy, not word heavy. It's a good thing every once in a while, yeah? Fun fun fun for everyone.
Have a fun-filled day today. Take a walk outside, feel the temperature, imagine what 20 degrees colder would feel like, and then imagine was 20 degrees warmer would feel like. If you had to choose one, 20° warmer, 20° colder, or where you are right now, which one would you pick?
I must say, I'd be SO down for 87 degrees right now. SOOOOO down.
The day has started, you sit (or however you look at the computer) and read. You're reading the words that formed in my brain, that I structured in my head, and proceeded to type from a "qwerty" keyboard into a Blogger "New Post" document. How interesting. You sit (or however you look at the computer) and probably not only read this post, but surf the internet to it's full capacity, you visit hundreds of websites, most of which contain text that some person out there wrote on their keyboard into the vast technology of the interwebs. How interesting.
The weather broke a record on Monday. 113° in LA which supposedly is a record of some sort. I read the record record is 119° for something. I don't know what distinguishes these two "records" or what even qualifies for a record. I know every single day has records for cold and heat so I really don't know what this 113° record consists of. I could do a little research but I'm not going to, sorry; if you're that interested, you either already know, or you're going to look it up on google right now.
That said, it's been hot lately, I've been digging it. It's hard to explain, I may have tried on a previous blog post. Fact is, my favorite feeling of all time (up to this point in my life at least) is heat on the skin. It's absolutely wonderful. The sun being out these last couple days have been delightful. One of the more notable aspects in the incredible weather during the evening. Around 9 pm and after, the temperature rocks this world. The outworld simply stuns those willing to experience. I've been really enjoying the weather, let's break another record.
Last weekend, I went with my floor, "The Armory" formally known as "The Backside," half way up to Big Bear for two solid days of camping. This was a great time. We ate, we slept, we chilled. It was a blast. We ate so incredibly much and it was ridiculously wonderful, I don't know if I've ever eaten so much to the point of bursting...in three consecutive meals. Delicious. We slept, yeah the sleeping conditions weren't the best as we sleeping on the tough ground, but hey, it is what it is. And we chilled, we chilled a lot. Lots of sitting around, lots of walking around, lots of conversation, lots of exploring. We stumbled upon an abandoned summer camp and explored that bad boy, it was a good time indeed. And, oh, was it weird being back in the mountains. Mountains are mountains so they're all kind of look the same. Pretty nostalgic. If you want to know more about it, I'll gladly converse with you, just ask me in person. Here are some pictures from the eat, sleep, chill sesh:
Beauty.
I don't have any video for you. I apologize. There was nothing of extreme interest this week, nothing blog worthy. So instead of watching one of my random videos, go outside and look at a cloud in the sky, Imagine sitting on top of that cloud and looking down at where you are standing right now. What would that look like?
Imagination. Imagination. Imagine the imagination.
It's week 9. It's Thursday of week 9. It's Thursday of week 9, 1 week left. No joke, it's Thursday of week 9, 1 week left. 1 week left?
Here's the thing, time has flown. Summer feels like the snap of two fingers, just like *snap* that. It honestly feels like I was just moving in to my trailer, just learning the workflow of our video department, just meeting new people to talk with for 3 short months. Just like *snap* that.
BUT, here is what gets me. The hoedown feels like a LONG time ago. The failed mountain climbing adventure seems like a LONG time ago. The trip down the hill for my great-grandpa's birthday party feels like a LONG time ago. Why? I don't know. The summer has flown by, just like *snap* that.
I feel like I have talked about this kinda of thing in recent post(s). I honestly don't know, I just go. Point is: this is definitely a summer to remember (as was last summer and probably the summer before). But how will I remember it? Will just simply remembering be enough? You see, as is with virtually any situation, you learn things. You remember .......
You know, I don't really have a clue where I was going with this.
Man alive, this is really unlike any blog post I've ever written. It's so off the cuff, raw. Even though all the posts are straight up and unplanned, this one seems, well... I guess it feels like I have very little to write about so I'm blabbering OR I have a lot to write about, but I can't get myself to transcribe my thoughts into words. I have a feeling it's the latter. There really is a lot on my mind, actually "a lot" is a very relative term, so I may have a lot on my mind, but I may have a very small amount compared to what you might be thinking about. I don't know what is on your mind, I may never know, and that is okay.
So I thought looking through these would promote some sort of inspiration. It didn't really. I guess this will be the experimental post and really doesn't have anything good to say.
This post kind of was a waste of time. That's just how I feel. Maybe you don't feel that way. Maybe you really enjoyed yourself.
I'm just not feelin' it. I'm sorry, I really am. It's SUPER LAME for you to waste your time reading my collection of words. I hope it wasn't a waste of time, but if it was, I wish you could have your minutes back.
Again, I'm sorry. I really am.
To end on a joyful note, you can expect a blog post in the coming weeks that will be much more put together then the one you just went through.
Have a great day. Have a brilliant day. Tell someone you appreciate them.
So Today is the last day of school. The last day of my freshman year of college. What? What happened? Didn't we just start? The answer is yes, we did just start. It has flown, like a seagull who spots an open bag of Fritos. I seriously am blown away, like a balloon that has a puncture. It's been a great year. I've met multitudes of new people, made some real solid friends, learned a whole bunch, some I will retain, some I will forget immediately. Next year is going to be great, no doubt.
That was a rushed thought. I apologize. I hope I went into enough detail to make it worth it.
In other news, I don't have a clue what is going to happen to this blog over the summer. It might continue with the same content, it might continue with completely different content, it might have random posts scattered throughout the summer, it might stop until summer's over, or it might completely stop forever. I honestly don't have a clue what is going to happen to this blog over the summer, honest. We'll just have to see what happens I guess.
In other news, I have completely most of my classes and most of my classes had finals, but that is beside the point. For my photography class, our last project was supposed to be (man, I forget the term; sorry Childs), I don't remember, but 8 or more images that were similar or had a theme or something like that. What I decided to do was ride the city bus to downtown Los Angeles, sit in the very back, and take pictures of the people getting on the bus. Four hours later, I had a decent amount of shots, to which I narrowed it down to 8. The study went well, I was pleased. Here is my artist statement:
Public transportation has been around for years, giving a cheap, relatively safe, automobile alternative, to the community. Nevertheless, public transportation, namely the city bus, is an often forgotten mode of transportation. “Naomi In Stops” is a study of p the people who board the bus, the people who have places to go, the people who choose, for whatever reason, to not use the vehicle most of the population chooses to use. These people have stories, these people have reasons. On May 15,2010, I boarded a city bus in La Mirada and continued through downtown Los Angeles. Throughout the trip, a vast amount of personalities entered and exited the swinging doors; “Naomi In Stops” serves as documentation.
Here are three of the 8. If you'd like to view the rest and/or see them in HIGH RES, check out my Flickr (http://www.flickr.com/photos/morganlott/) and if they aren't on the front page, check out the "Photography" album, they'll be in there. You can't miss them. Enjoy, enjoy.
Ah, some video. Here we go, here we go. Pretty good lineup today.
First, I had the pleasure of working with Mr. Zack Campbell again to create art through moving pictures. This piece is called "Slow Show" and I personally really like the way it turned out. Enjoy, enjoy.
Second, a good friend of mine, Mr. Tyson Stakes, in sadly not returning to Biola University next year. So, naturally, we created a "going away" video for his "going away" party last Friday. I hope you enjoy this as much as the Bully Squadron did. It's kick. One more thing, this is one of the those "you kinda had to be there" moments. Just know it was a hit, and we are going to miss Mr. Tyson Stakes. Enjoy, enjoy.
Third, this is a very interesting piece the Los Angeles Times released about a young schizophrenic. I was intrigued. The mind is so incredible and this story is no exception. This kind of stuff fascinates me.
Fourth:
Likewise, this man is "addicted" to marbles. This may sound comical, but from the details conveyed through this video, the "condition" is rather serious. This is very interesting as well. I wonder how this happened, why it's lasted this long, and if he'll ever lose interest in his marbles.
And that is it. That is the last blog post of the 2009-2010 school year. Incredible. I feel like I was just writing my first: http://emliv.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaf.html. Super interesting. It's been real, friends.
Have a great day today, whether you are in school, at work, at home, at the beach, in a plane, or in a supermarket. Do what you do best. FEELIN' IT.
