" the importance of halitosis "

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camping is a great way to see how you would do in the real world. not the real world like we don't already exist in a certain veiled sort of reality. but the one i'm talking about is the fabrication that we sort of cumudgeonly fabricate around ourselves in our perceived day-to-day everythings.



camping then becomes to us, the 80% citified dwellers/20% other, a way to experience what would happen if all of our daily conveniences were suddenly removed.

the need to build a fire, food and how to prepare it, how to take a shit in the woods.

these are interesting and important things.



this past weekend, i went camping with a few friends of mine, upstate to the taconic national park area. granted, we were not nearly in the wilds of the forest or in a cut-throat do-or-die situation, but it was raining and who wants to get wetter than need be? not i.



we camped, we tented, we cooked food and slapped sandwiches together, we hiked, brent swam in a waterfall, we made snide comments about the other campers with their stupid ass-musical choices and their dry tarp-covered frat/sorority-based boozery outbursts, we photographed, we stood near the canopy of a tree while eating breakfast in the cold morning with out makeshift dry-warm clothing wrapped tight, we slept in close quarters, we cleaned up, we stopped for snackies and silently battled with the crazy-bored teenage staff at the grand station grocery store, and we drove on home.

it was nice.



p.s.- upstate ny is kind of scary, a little eerie, sort of country, a tad boondocksilated, and completely and captivatingly charming.



tonight's homework:

get the F out of the city if you can. go! go now to the woods, to the jungle, to the badlands. go out there into the farther reaches of the farmlands and beyond the grid of the cities. it's time. free yourself and enjoy taking back the simpler pleasures in life. when you get out there, don't forget the T.P.

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" the promise of something beautiful "

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weederman23: i'm about to go on a campping trip and i think you're embarking soon if not today
weederman23: i wish you the best and am sending all of my extra good luck for you to wrap yourself around in
weederman23: be safe, drink fresh water, eat locally, observe and reflect
weederman23: be you in every situation and in every day
Daffie26: ohawww...
Daffie26: I am embarking soon
Daffie26: thanks Bay
weederman23: keep these things in mind, and when you return, we can discuss the time we've lost in between with greater reflection
Daffie26: have a wonderful trip yourself!
weederman23: i'll miss you
weederman23: thanks
weederman23: [address inserted here]
weederman23: just in case you have time for a stray postcard
weederman23: bye bye beautiful traveler lady
Daffie26: good bye handsome traveller man

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" a letter after almost two months "

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this certainly is an adventure. yessiry,

no job yet. but at this early point in me being here, it's okay. not too cut-throat yet. i need a job so that i can afford to go more(digital) commercial so that i can get more filler freelance jobs, but i'm sure i'll never fully replace my love of film. it's too lovely for me to pixelate my brain.

i miss home, and the smell of the ocean. but only the memory of it.

new york is becoming more familiar. things are slowly evolving out of obscurity and there, inside my head there is now an internal image-map forming in the place of the cloudy haze that was once so dominant.

it takes time to be sure. it takes time.

the subway's meandering path with its screeching and moaning throughout the cavernous underground passageways are almost to the point where they are comforting, if not still very maddening when you're lost or late.

i'm taking pictures, yet at the same time i'm conscious of the fact that i don't have a current steady income. what is to become of my crafts when the means start to slip away. am i still the creative person i think i am without the means with which to create?

this being said, i must find some work other than the freelance jobs that blow in from random sources once in a while. how many times will something like that come up?

just the other day, i got offered $xxx.00 to design a simple postcard for a non-profit org. how odd and do-able i though to myself. and of course i'm looking for a job i guess, but what will it be? how can i ask for someone to hire me for a specific task when i'm still so broadly interested in everything?

why is always just a little more difficult that you think it's going to be?

but i'm loving it. in this time, the transition time, i'm getting to know some people, and see great ordinary things. this is definitely the place for people-watching and silent contemplations in public.

i think i'll stick it out.

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" lavanderia supremica "

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ah summer. the thing about the summer heat in my first living-in-brooklyn summer, is that i now have to do laundry quite frequently. the cost alone of some of even the most jankiest of laundromats can be considerable, depending on the size/cost per load of the laundromat's machines.

and how many machines is important too; not only are you spending your time washing, then drying, then folding, but also time waiting for available machines. there is a method in the madness of the design.

luckily, the laundromat near my home is actually within walking distance, thus accommodating the sometimes necessary practice of waiting altogether too long until it's time to do a load (or four) of laundry.



sure, the desire for freshly washed/dried clothing sometimes outweighs the desire to rid your hamper of curious smells, but isn't it also a matter of levels of laziness? in my case, perhaps but it's not an absolute.

the most obvious and simultaneously hilarious thing about having to do laundry is when to actually do it. do you have a schedule? is there time to do laundry?

or are you of the group of people who try to be that cool dude or lady that does their laundry at all odd hours of the day and is too cool for laundry, so that when you actually do laundry, it's like you're kicking laundry's ass?

i find those people more lost in the fray than others, as they find themselves surrounded by the masses of normals who are there doing their thing, unintimidated by the flurry of automated machines, telenovellas on the oddly-placed widescreen plasma television monitor, occasional video arcade game, and of course, the laundromat-staple: the 50-cent things-in-a-plastic-bobble-bubble vending machine.



can't survive without 20-year old gum or razzies or l'il homies or spongebob sqaurepants trinkets now can we?.

my advice for summer laundry, or any laundry for that matter. do it, and do it when you feel it's the right time. if you haven't the pleasure of living in a place that offers free laundry machine usage, then get thee to the lavanderia near you.

you can find me sitting in those ugly chairs that are all stuck together. i'll be the asian looking one doing the crossword puzzle.

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" i can't tell if i'm more confused or mad "

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" art: brain fart "

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BTMBRKT: ugh work
BTMBRKT: yay money
weederman23: i know
BTMBRKT: but ughhh the work
weederman23: so sad
weederman23: http://www.nikonusa.com/template.php?cat=1&grp=2&productNr=25412#
weederman23: and that just came out
weederman23: mocking my hate for digital by making me want it
weederman23: boo
weederman23: and the tagline?
weederman23: it's so...translated from japanese into english
BTMBRKT: man this is the cheapest website
weederman23: flash!
weederman23: zoom!!
weederman23: swishay!!!
BTMBRKT: get job. buy camera
weederman23: that seems to be the consumeristic/artistic drive
weederman23: to be an artist you have to be a consumer
BTMBRKT: or go downtown buy a cheap knockoff Nikron camera
weederman23: or like a new Minorta
weederman23: the message is so backwards
BTMBRKT: exactly, you have to be a consumer, in order to produce art against consumerism
weederman23: yes
weederman23: "but i went to art school"
weederman23: "i need this specific all-too-expensive type of material"
weederman23: "i want to affect change"
weederman23: lies!!!
weederman23: or at least it seems that way when you're poor
BTMBRKT: but suffering creates great art
weederman23: mediocre art creates great suffering
weederman23: it's all about balance
BTMBRKT: exactly

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" passion comes at a cost "

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sometimes it's about not getting to do a cool job; the one that was the answer at the right time/right place. and what does that really mean?

was that a "life lesson?"

sometimes it's not about the way things are, and how you feel your life is devastating in small increments over a prolonged period of time.

coming up with active moments over ones of voluntary laziness tends to give you freedom, so you will have to go for it, right?

in the end of it though, this mulling over spilled milk, it adds up in a very frustrating way.

tonight's homework:

get out on the dance floor, and shake it like you ain't got no tomorrow.

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