When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs.  When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.  - Ansel Adams.

I love digital cameras, I think they are a great technology that lets taking photographs feel easier, more efficient and allows the photographer to know that they got the best shot they could.

But I know I'm ( Read more... )

With just a touch of our fingers we could make our circuitry explode.

End of year one -
I am surprised it went so fast.
I am a little sad, especially because here I'm trapped, no place to walk to, no Fred to ride.  Maybe it will finally make me get my permit/license.  A little pathetic, but I'm okay with that.

Moving out was not as stressful as I ( Read more... )

Telephones and old typewriters, words of love along the wires -

I had a wonderful weekend.  Spent doing things like this:
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How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?

"The headlights from the Buick illuminated the road, allowing the asphalt to glitter like the thousands of stars that I couldn’t see in the night sky above my head.  As if they had been cast out of the sky, casualties of construction and industrialization, they now gleamed embedded in ( Read more... )

When we were kids, we hated things our parents did.   We listened low, to Kasey Kasem's radio show.  That's when friends were nice, to think of them just makes you feel nice.  The smell of grass in spring and October leaves cover everything.

I went to the health center today because I felt sick and woooot, I have strep.  But no worries, I won't be ( Read more... )

He knew you can't really be strong until you can see a funny side to things.

I took a nap this afternoon so I'm wide awake.  It seems later than 12, so I guess it's not exciting that I'm up so late.  Oh well.

So I made my livejournal look pretty, because I can.  And it's late.  And I don't want to do homework.  But I guess I'll have to make subjects ( Read more... )

I dreamed you were a cosmonaut, of the space between our chairs and I was a cartographer of the tangles in your hair.

I just knocked over a glass of water & ice to see the moon through the skylight.  The porch is bathed in moonlight, creating milky shadows and the moon is almost too bright to look at.  Tonight there was a lunar eclipse, and maybe we ( Read more... )

One Hundred Words - 2.20.2007.  During Math 110.

"When asked which animal she prefers she will not respond that it is the lazy stray that sleeps on the rug she braided from old baby clothes or the fish she feeds every morning from the jar of flakes he left behind.  Instead she will look out the window and point to a scaled lizard basking on the ( Read more... )

"She decided that people like her, with no real regard for beauty or fashion, do things like paint their nails because it makes every inconsequential action consequential.  Turning on a light by flicking a light switch is no longer a modern convenience, but rather modern art, a chance to watch perfectly lacquered nails at work.  It’s a constant art ( Read more... )

we are still the sleepyheads.

The semester is over.
Perhaps I should reflect.
It started out a little more difficult than I thought, not the classes, just adjusting.  But eventually, I adjusted and so is everyone else.  I don't like being away from the people I love.  It scares me.  But I don't have a choice.  Confession #1. 
In any case, I'm happy ( Read more... )