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Before going to Louisiana I started to clean my room. It has been in disarray for sometime. I have come to the conclusion that, if cleaned I will have a subliminal layer of stress lifted from my metaphorical shoulders. It does nag at the back of my mind and causes me to perform unnecessary tasks as in washing items of clothing twice. Why is my room messy? (I say messy instead of dirty because I do not have half eaten food laying around, just lots of clutter) Partly because I’m lazy but I think a lot of it is due to my issues with authority. I think it is a fallback to rebelling against my parents and all other authority figures. Basically I’m saying: “If I want to have a messy room, damn it I’ll have one!” Of course it’s only hurting myself and making it inconvenient for Thorin to walk back and forth. So I’m finally accepting responsibility and am going to clean my room.

Anyway the main reason for this post is I ran across some old photos while starting the aforementioned cleaning. Some of them were of me and an ex-girlfriend from a few years ago. A couple of them were of me and the dogs (we each had one and still do). It reminded me that I was truly happy with her at the time although it didn’t last.

That started me thinking that we really are the sum of our experiences both good and bad. And I wouldn’t trade any of them if I could. Yes there are things I wish didn’t happen, or even more so wish I didn’t do but not completely. If I never went trough them I’m sure I’d be a completely different person than I am today. Possibly a better one but there is no sense in speculating over that. All in all I am happy with where I’m at today. I no longer think I have all the answers or have everything figured out. The fact is I have a lot to learn and understand about the world. That used to scare or depress me but now it excites me. Everytime I’m exposed to a new experience or learn something it adds to this work in progress, me. I feel like I’m my own sculptor, my environment and adventures are my tools. I can only hope I create something worthy with them.

-Alex

If you’re a photographer in New York City make sure you have a permit for that tripod.

Clampdown on Photographer’s Rights in New York City

-Alex

Here is some random Bush stuff I decided to post. I’m currently working on an Iowa trip review (long overdue), and a New Orleans trip review among other things.

I think this is despicable. Watch this video and judge for yourself.

Link courtesy of Boing Boing

The Bush Administration is suppressing a CIA 9/11 report. Read the article here.

Link courtesy of The Progressive Blog Alliance

Here is a great quote by Thomas Jefferson I found on halfgeek.net.

“Dissent is the highest form of patriotism.”

I’m in New Orleans right now for the Voodoo Music Experience. I haven’t had any time to write except for these two Haikus. So here you go.

New Orleans

street sweats alcohol
flesh and beads intermingle
the crescent city

Baton Rouge

suburbia calls
quiet stars burning the night
soft grass under foot

More evidence found of a jungle yeti. Check out this story.

Found on Boing Boing

-Alex

Checkout Chris Garner’s Asia Today gallery. This guy is very good.

-Alex

Yes I’m a deviant. I stumbled across deviantART last week and was immediately hooked. It’s basically a website where people post all kinds of art. Photos, paintings, drawings, poetry you name it. And there are tons of them, and I mean tons. As of this writing 7,833,558.

I have decided to drop my photoblog (if you noticed the link is missing now) in favor of deviantART. I think it’s a much more balanced site. I will probably keep my photoblog account open in case I get a camera phone. Then I will use it for moblogging but as of right now I won’t be updating it.

A word of warning, deviantART is extremely addictive so use with caution.

Here is my deviantART site, I have also put a handy 80×15 button on the right side of this page for your linking pleasure.

-Alex

Checkout this Slashdot story. This sounds really cool. I never knew that Congo was actually based on a real legend.

“We could hear them in the trees, about 20 feet away,” she said. “My tracker made a sound of an injured duiker [antelope] and four came rushing through the brush towards me.

“If this had been a bluff charge, they would have been screaming to intimidate us. These guys were quiet. And they were huge. They were coming in for the kill. I was directly in front of them, and as soon as they saw my face, they stopped and disappeared.”

-Alex

coffee spurting car
standing, waiting, bus will come
smell the cheese melting

see blasting red rum
ATM silently waits
bodies behind bars

my loneliness sits
the sun is gone - moon out
wishing normalcy