Saturday, February 14, 2009

" i don't hallmark holiday "

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my valentine's day isn't regulated by any saint. my heart remains a truthful organ to itself. no one should have to heed to the pressures of societal doctrines regarding when you can show or profess or prove or state your love.

in this manner, i defy the notion that i must chose simply one of the days out of the year to "have a valentine," to "be that special someone" for someone, or to love merely because of a federally-sanctioned holiday.

my love is constant and true. my love grows and flourishes beyond these bounds. my love duplicates and multiplies, and extends its wide embrace towards all who would encounter it, and yet, does it have a place to rest in this day?

we have had times, both delightful and horrendous, and we push through despite barriers of sadness and grief. the imminent death of my houseplants parallel the state of hope for one of my loves which remains at odds with itself; there is no one day for my love. and even though my love is at present a question mark with an indefinite destination, it remains aloft and ever-resilient.

tonight's homework:


make a little cake and share it with someone you care about. give someone a hug. tell someone they are your valentine or that you are theirs, not because of the day, but because you mean it.

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Friday, February 13, 2009

" a sheep in wolf's clothing "

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lots of thoughts about the dual nature of things lately. the surface and the substance. the façade, and the interior.

how sometimes you happen to see things, objects and situations at their worst, when in reality, it could be that which you most desired all along. give it a chance, give them a chance. reciprocity and a shared moment.

rose-tinted spectacles and all that. it's the beauty beneath the surface of it all; the flickering and waning hope that you latch on to, in order to remain optimistic amidst all of the white noise.

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Thursday, February 12, 2009

" darwin's birthday and the fashion world "

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it's darwin's birthday today, and no matter how you feel about that, you're probably not as fashionable as you thought you were. or maybe you were, and never saw the correlation between the theory of evolution and your personal style before.

tonight i remembered that in the eyes of the true fashion elite, i look like a caterer with a camera. i usually like to remain pseudo anonymous at my photo gigs. you know, to get nice shots of people in their element. candids, conversations as ease, laughter, interactivity in a "natural state of being."

now i wear black on black to most gigs, so as to not overpower the guests, and also to retain some semblance of formality. tonight at the museum, there was an opening party for and exhibit on the fashion design and pioneer known as Valentina. it is going to be a beautiful elegant scintillating exhibit replete with gorgeous dresses and beautiful designs as a start. and now you see how the very nature of the exhibit reflects on the sort of crown that was there tonight.

it's hard to think of yourself as having a particular style next to people who live and are immersed within the fashion world. this "real world" that they inhabit looks down from mt. vesuvius, from mt. everest, from mt. olympus of fashion, and scoffs at the mere thought that you could have possibly put that or those on today. it's rather telling of how much you have nothing in common with the real world, but more importantly sort of solidifies that you have no style at all, merely a wisp of an inkling of how even to cloth yourself properly. it was a time.

as an example, i asked a woman if i could take her photograph for the museum, and she asked me who i was working for. i replied "i'm working for the museum. this museum. for the opening of this exhibit." she replied with a defiant humph and said,"HAH!" then she slowly like a regal peacock in no hurry, plumage aglow and shining her shiny sheen, walked away with no hint of regret or remorse. i was too fascinated and amused to follow.

and even though i know it's merely clothing, and not merely clothing, to know that it's just a little part of fashion, and the whole entirety of fashion, means that as down as i was about being just another black on black person there, at least i had the pleasure of photographing some of the night's most prime examples of a world that i may not inhabit now, but could always engage and encounter with.

so in closing, it's never enough to know the theory of evolution, if you're not going to be well dressed enough to encounter the outcome of it. or is it enough the just have recognized that the evolutin of a certain slice of society has reach such a high level, that it's not even a viable option to comment or criticize? perhaps it's so far beyond even, that i cannot rightly tell if it's silly or fashion forward. i know i can tell you though, that whatever it is, it's amazing to behold in person and up close.

it's not a closed house, if you can find your way through the back door. come find me in the garden, i'll let you in.

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amazing and beautiful bonus shot:


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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

" 700th post. should i get a cake? "

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today i ran some errands on my bike. of course that was after i realized that my front tire was flat...again! is it too much to ask that a bike just be functional when you need it to be?

i walked it over to the bike shop about 20 mins away, and it was fixed in another 20 mins. apparently my bike has all these unusual quirks that make it a spectacle for anyone working on it to behold.

maybe there's a magical unicorn lodged in the universal gear hub, and its causing all of these minor annoyances. but probably not.

in any case, i did realize one thing today: the human body is a fickle machine. try as you might, it's increasingly difficult to maintain not only a bicycle, but our own bodies. they're so soft and vulnerable, inside and out.

i barely rode to my next destination (the brooklyn central library to pick up tax forms), when i felt a pinch of a wheeze in my chest. then came the gradual i-didn't-stretch-out-my-calves-at-all dull pain on the way to get some recycling bags 99¢ store. then the full body sweat-and-hurty motions when i tried to deposit some fundage at the ole WAMU-just-kidding-we're-CHASE-now!

the good news is i finally got back on the bike, and with springtime preening it's proud head, it's only a matter of time before i'm slim, trim, and back in shape. or maybe just retain a shape. either way, it was 63 degrees out today. woot!

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fevrier 10:


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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

" i miss you. it's sort of horrible. "

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well this is it, isn't it? this is the test. of your mettle, of your worth, of your character.

it's the test of your perseverance, of your resolve, and of your passions. how much will you want it if it becomes the toughest thing you've ever had to endure? what do you got to give?

oh it is most certainly going to be a test. a test of everything inclusive of all your skills, all of your tenacity, and fervor, and of your heart.

all of it is in the pot, and now is the time to see just how much you are invested in this life, and how much further you are able to go before the end of all things.

tonight's homework:

think about all of those things you've planned out or had a passing thought about pursuing, all of those things that point you towards a direction back to the core of all of your desires.

now let nothing get in your way of accomplishing these things. if you let me in on some of your activities, i'll loudly sounds alarms, and them know that you're coming for them.

p.s. - i've updated many of the galleries on the images section of my personal website, so check it out, and if you like it, pass it on.

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Monday, February 09, 2009

" dreams "

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i'm standing in thailand and there are skytrains all around me. it's a surprisingly cool day in the bustling capitol of bangkok. i can smell delicious street foods on a wafting breeze, children's laughter mixes in with the barking of dogs, and the constant bleating of taxi cars double and triples in volume and i begin to drown underneath the cacophony of the mighty decibels.

it is quiet, and nighttime. there are three objects on a small nightstand in the corner near a window. under the soft amber glow of a lamp, there lies a bobby pin, a photograph, and a pad of paper. the darkness encroaches around the room and everything goes black.

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Sunday, February 08, 2009

" shifts in the weather shift your soul "

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it was almost 58 degrees out in the world today at the peak of daylight. there was a rushed breeze which blew fallen leaves and trash down the street, skirting the passing cars and coming to rest in scattered piles.

i didn't have to wear my scarf, heavy hoodie, or even my wool gloves. the sky was clear, and as the sun set into the horizon, i could smell a certain waft of sweetness in the air; the coming of some subtle shift to take all of this cold away to scatter around somewhere else.

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Saturday, February 07, 2009

" the duality of pancakes "

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nothing like a pancake? more like nothing like a doubled over bellyache.

can't breathe, tummy full of ten of the most filling little pancakes ever from IHOP. can you believe the evil sneakiness of a $6.49 two-egg, two bacon, unlimited pancake breakfast?

it's like being punched in the gut with a good deal turned into a four-part harmony of maple syrup insanity, all located in your lack of better judgment.

but it was a time shared by four other friends, and it was pretty delicious until the bus ride/walk home. then i felt heavy and depressed.

tonight's homework:


think about what you had for breakfast and how you felt about it afterward, then try to detail out what you're going to eat for breakfast tomorrow so that you can feel happy, and not husky...i should've made what i had yesterday. i gotta go lie down.

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Friday, February 06, 2009

" the good breakfast "

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an asiago/mushroom sausage and browned garlic two-egg scramble, served over saffron-infused hom mali jasmine rice.

a "sorrento" mixed greens salad with a homemade lemon pepper/honey mustard balsamic vinaigrette, with halved clementine slices on top.

now go get em tiger. your morning awaits.

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Thursday, February 05, 2009

" you can never tell what day you're going to have when you filter the sunlight through a clementine "

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i was on my way back home from braving the short trek from home to trader joe's to home in a 14 degree chill-factor, when i saw them.

the coolest little group of park slope kids ever. cool hairstyles in a natural mini-afro and taut loose voluminous ponytail, cool backpacks with autumn colors and sketches and straps, cool pants which were all tight without looking whorey, and cool sweet ole rockin' kicks. they were so cool that it made me feel like a slovenly gross pile of disorganization.

how come the youth got it all right in the winter, and i'm carrying all my groceries in my bag and tote on a train like an ole normal? when will i be extra-ordinary without any effort?

i guess, shine on little girls; you totally made my day.

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* not one of them, but you already made a mind-image for yourself didn't you?

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Wednesday, February 04, 2009

" thank you miss wesley "

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have to thanks miss wesley for letting me tag along on her trip to visit her parents and brother in maine. you never think that you're going to keep in contact with people who swore and screamed in your direction, when you met for the first time.

i suppose you can never judge how anyone you meet will ever turn out. perhaps they'll be your good friend. perhaps an enemy. perhaps something in between.

but she's one of the gems that remains invariably herself over all of the years that i've known her. and it's nice to count on someone to be an anchor of sorts.

tonight's homework:

call up one of your anchors and tell them what they mean to you. they may live near or far, but i'm sure they'd love to hear your voice tonight.

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Tuesday, February 03, 2009

" the lines between the lines are illegable "

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the world outside your door is an amazing place filled with softly billowing wafts of gently falling snow.

it is beautiful to observe from indoors, and this is perhaps why you will not leave the apartment today.

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Thursday, January 29, 2009

" out of town, out of sight, but not out of heart. "

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and off he went, into the great wide wilderness of portland, maine. nothing but the snow-bound stained city behind him; weeping friends and silent bars now shut down, he left in a wisp and a hand which waved a wave of sober-glee and somberness.

no one knew when he would return, but all clutched their chests to subdue the pain of his departure. the traveler had moved on.

(i'm actually going to be back monday, so yeah...don't worry. new photos to come soonly enough for the two of you who still read this sizzling blog of intrigue.)

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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

" simple simple "

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i'm thinking about the things that i want to do today. it dawns on me that i am too hungry to think. i'm warming up some leftover lasagna in the microwave oven. it is tangy and meaty with the textures still firm, and pliant in all of the right places. it sets my stomach at ease, and my mind at rest.

i'm returning to my room, not hungry anymore. i'm realizing that my feet and hands are too cold to think. for the rest of today, i believe i will sit here and have cold appendages while dreaming of future meals.

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janvier 27:


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Monday, January 26, 2009

" alone times in the city are more apparent when you're underground "

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i wake up to empty wide tunnels underground. there are curious echoes all around which resound like far off metallic roars. after a while, when it becomes more silent, i can hear my feet shuffling along the platform as i walk back and forth.

i wonder to myself, how many more cumulative hours in my life i will spend on platforms like this, waiting for trains to arrive.

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Sunday, January 25, 2009

" this night has been one long journey into day "

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the city the city, resplendent beauty. take me into your wide open arms, and deliver me into the cold cold night.

this street curb, this broken public payphone. this homeless man with his stringed-cup necklace. the poetry of dusk turns into early morning reverie.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

" interior of the exterior "

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she plied open my fist with her slender fingers and brushed her fingertips in my exposed palm.

tiny sensations shot like electricity through my wrist, down the length of my forearm, up through the meat of my biceps and shoulders, and from there, spread like a slow-burning wildfire throughout my entire body.

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Monday, January 19, 2009

" last light of the day & various sealed meats "

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the last time i saw the sun, it was gleaming off the window on the school building across the street from my apartment building.

it held a gentle dusky glow and maintained its reflection enough to shine a true and deep blood-orange, before succumbing to the blue of night.

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Saturday, January 17, 2009

" winter for the birds, and the light fantastic "

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it was 12 degrees outside my window on friday. the streets were not filled with snow, but the remnants of a salt-chemistry, which left a barren expanse of corrosives everywhere.

the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly as it blazed defiant. i could not feel my feet below me as they rested on the cold floors of my room. each one of my toes became a distant memory of physical sensation, and for a time it felt as if i had no feet at all.

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Thursday, January 15, 2009

" finding your way through all of the muck "

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worked yesterday and then basically went out all night to various bars and restaurants, getting in at just around 4am, so you know. no time to post.

but in light of the minuscule lull, enjoy these two shots:

janvier 14:


janvier 15th:


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Wednesday, January 07, 2009

" wellsir, that happened "

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it's my birthday today. i'm 29 years old and i am trying to figure out if i'm doing any better than at this point last year.

i'm not sure if it's something that should be thought of in terms of either/or, but as we do tend to complicate most things by creating two categories of yes or no, black or white, better or worse, who can say?

i have a whole slew of pluses and minuses really; it's just what happens when time rolls along. i do want to say that i feel older, wiser, better at my craft, and in the least more content. and if you were to ask, i'm not sure how i'd answer. it'd probably rely on the amount of beer i've just consimed or the people i'm hanging out with at the moment.

my heart hurts, my body is less than ideal, i have messed up TMJ afflictions, and i am really, really, really unsure of a great many things.

how depressing is that?

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today is my birthday. i'm 29 years old today, and i'm doing fantastic! i have been able to support myself through my photography for the past year and a half. i'm continuously making new contacts and friends, and i feel like breakthroughs are endlessly coming into focus.

i like to cook all the time. delicious, healthy meals which are sumptuous on small levels and warm the soul. nyc is a great place to be making your visions manifest; the rewards being the sweet recognition at the end of a long arduous path of hard work and determination.

last year was super rad, and this year is just another swath of time that will reaffirm my every hope and desire. this is the year, as all new years are "the year." the year of positive change, of optimism, or strength, or wisdom, of everything you wish it to be and more.

how awesome is that?

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today is my birthday. i'm 29 years old today, and it's going to be fine despite everything. i think that it lies somewhere in between, as it always does.

as it always has been.

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tonight's homework:

make a checklist of immediate and attainable goals, and then go down the list and check the shit out of those tiny little boxes. we're going to do great things this year, and there's never a horrible time to begin.

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Saturday, January 03, 2009

" well, shoot... "

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...there goes that new year's resolution.

i was going to transition into this haphazardly updated blog thing, a sort of photo-a-day, so i could feel like i was actually putting my eye to work.

and by the looks of this, the third day of the new year, there are no photos to be uploaded. so i guess instead of feeling remorse over another conceptual glass of spilled milk, i'll try my darnedest to follow through with at least the proper number, if not the proper chronology of photos.

so here we go (even though the new internets always gots the faceboo)!

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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

" the curious middle path "

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you'd ask me what i thought of the past year, and the road ahead, and i'm not even sure what answer i'd be able to give you.

i do know that i'm still trying to figure it all out. i know that i'm feeling further and further from a love that i felt defined my newfound confidences, and now it seems that without it as a constant in my life, i've been lesser-than ever since.

i know that i have people all around me who see in me something special and noteworthy, but whether due to personal motivation or lack of doing that right thing that you're supposed to do, it just didn't happen this year.

so then what are we left with to do? the moment. this moment? the ever-present current moment, dictating to us its needs and desires, its wants and its ire. i'm not sure what it is i'm going to do or accomplish this year, but because of the meandering year that 2008 has turned out to be, it represents full well that many things can go great and forwarding and positive, while the end result feeling overall can still remain mediocre and less-than.

i don't want to feel like < anymore. i want to be proud of myself and happy with the exploratory nature of my work. i want to do so many things, and have people know that i'm good for it; that i'm well worth the time and effort...that i can hear to the core of them, and i understand.

and whether or not tonight represents this shifting change of focus or not, it represents a pause in time where i noticed certain things amiss in my life, and how i could potentially make the upcoming year better.

so, so long 2008. you weren't the bestest year so far, but you certainly weren't the worst. i'm going to tuck you away and do a shimmy. then we'll both be able to see clearer paths ahead.

happy new year.

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Sunday, December 28, 2008

" it ain't no shame... "

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...to feel lonely, when you are.

it ain't no shame.

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Friday, December 19, 2008

" it's snowing...and in other news, my mom is rad! "

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almost three inches of snow outside, and my mom calls me up.

"do we have the film 'the karate kid' at home? your dad want's to watch it."

hahahahahahaawesome!

can you get any more cute factor out of your mom?

jeez, it's like a pure sunbeam just shot down from the outer galaxies and straight into my heart.

just in case, you too need a copy of the karate kid, here's where i am going right now to get mines.

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" it's tough to be amazing, but you can try "

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you're walking down towards the brooklyn ferry landing. the night is clear and cold. the chills from the ice wind slips its way down the front of your scarf and into the deep folds of your layered clothing.

you see the that the lights are still on inside the brooklyn ice cream factory, and you decide that no matter how cold, no matter how inane the idea, a large single scoop of strawberry ice cream on a sugar cone sounds like the greatest idea ever. you buy one for $3.50 and you are not disappointed.

across the waters, the city sits in a wide glistening smile. near the edge of the pier, there is a man standing in the length of his own shadow; around his head, a haloed ring of light radiates, the source of which is a passing ferry. music emanates from a small boombox sitting on top of a cart. he stands and does not move. the music is not memorable.

the brooklyn and manhattan bridges stand tall and ominous in the looming dark; their towering beams stretching up into the night where their gleaming lights mingle with the stars.


tonight's homework:

think about one thing in your life that you believe you can better. craft together a plan of attack, then actively work on making that one thing excel. those self-imposed limitations have no chance do they?

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Friday, December 12, 2008

Thursday, November 20, 2008

" yes it's true, dylan and i totally discussed the merits between two starfleet patches "

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dylan: this one, http://store.startrek.com/product/show/47963
dylan: or this one, http://store.startrek.com/product/show/47961

bay: well, on the one hand you got a classic design exemplified on the first one, buuuuut then again, there's something fairly sweet about the golden gate in the second one. especially with all the blazing rays of sunset?

dylan: i know
dylan: the academy one represents the bay too

bay: i guess it depends whether you want to be a cadet or an ensign

dylan: i know

bay: like, are you still in training? or are you in space?
bay: that's a tough decision that is

dylan: what would you take?

bay: i kinda dig the SF starfleet patch
bay: because then it might say that when the time comes, you're prepared for space travel
whereas the other patch could say that you're already capable of everything and check this out

dylan: aaand it reps the bay

bay: too true
bay: that's sort of a big ole plus for me

dylan: i like the other one for its eliteness and nostalgia

bay: it does have a classic feel to it

dylan: but the academy IS in SF

bay: right

dylan: and it is a tight two in one kind of thing
dylan: and technically official

bay: oh i agree

(insert dramatic pause here)

dylan: i'm in the academy!

bay: cooool

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tonight's homework:

make your dreams come true over all obstacles. even your space dreams.

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

" soot yawd "

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for all of my thai internet-browsing/firefox-using peoples, there is now a native thai-language version of firefox!

cool.

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Wednesday, November 05, 2008

" transcription of hope "

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OBAMA: Hello, Chicago.

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen, by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference.

It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states.

We are, and always will be, the United States of America.

It's the answer that led those who've been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.

It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America.

A little bit earlier this evening, I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Senator McCain.

Senator McCain fought long and hard in this campaign. And he's fought even longer and harder for the country that he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine. We are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.

I congratulate him; I congratulate Governor Palin for all that they've achieved. And I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.

I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart, and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton ... and rode with on the train home to Delaware, the vice president-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.

And I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years ... the rock of our family, the love of my life, the nation's next first lady ... Michelle Obama.

Sasha and Malia ... I love you both more than you can imagine. And you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us ...to the new White House.

And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother's watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight. I know that my debt to them is beyond measure.

To my sister Maya, my sister Alma, all my other brothers and sisters, thank you so much for all the support that you've given me. I am grateful to them.

And to my campaign manager, David Plouffe ... the unsung hero of this campaign, who built the best — the best political campaign, I think, in the history of the United States of America.

To my chief strategist David Axelrod ... who's been a partner with me every step of the way.

To the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics ... you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.

But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to. It belongs to you. It belongs to you.

I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington. It began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to the cause.

It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy ... who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep.

It drew strength from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on doors of perfect strangers, and from the millions of Americans who volunteered and organized and proved that more than two centuries later a government of the people, by the people, and for the people has not perished from the Earth.

This is your victory.

And I know you didn't do this just to win an election. And I know you didn't do it for me.

You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime — two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.

Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.

There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after the children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage or pay their doctors' bills or save enough for their child's college education.

There's new energy to harness, new jobs to be created, new schools to build, and threats to meet, alliances to repair.

The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.

I promise you, we as a people will get there.

AUDIENCE: Yes we can! Yes we can! Yes we can!

OBAMA: There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can't solve every problem.

But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it's been done in America for 221 years — block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.

What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter cannot end on this autumn night.

This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.

It can't happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.

So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other.

Let us remember that, if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers.

In this country, we rise or fall as one nation, as one people. Let's resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long.

Let's remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House, a party founded on the values of self-reliance and individual liberty and national unity.

Those are values that we all share. And while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress.

As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, we are not enemies but friends. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.

And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too.

And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces, to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of the world, our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.

To those — to those who would tear the world down: We will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: We support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright: Tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.

That's the true genius of America: that America can change. Our union can be perfected. What we've already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.

She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons — because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.

And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America — the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.

At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.

When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.

AUDIENCE: Yes we can.

OBAMA: When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.

AUDIENCE: Yes we can.

OBAMA: She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that We Shall Overcome. Yes we can.

AUDIENCE: Yes we can.

OBAMA: A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.

And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.

Yes we can.

AUDIENCE: Yes we can.

OBAMA: America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves — if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?

This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.

This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.

Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America.

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" as so many people will say, ' yes we did.' "

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a new dawn.

a new hope.

obama for all.

obama for all.

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Tuesday, November 04, 2008

" vote vote, gotta go vote "

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look, it's not like you have to be told to wash your hands when they're dirty, clean up after yourselves, put on sunscreen, water the plants, do some exercise a few times a week, take out the trash, hug the people you care for, charge your batteries, drink less, eat more fresh foods, cook at home, tighten that wallet up for the future, help people cross the street, encourage genuine learning in children, organize your finances, clip those toenails, sweep up those dust bunnies, call your parents regularly, and stretch out before jumping great distances.

so why i have to remind people to vote?

because some people are lazy. i can't vote for you, and today is the day.


i did it!

and so can you.

yes YOU can!!

(for 7 more hours)

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Saturday, October 25, 2008

" houston, we have a mouse. "

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well, more like brooklyn.

brent found a mouse laying still on the carpet in the kitchen. it's small body curled up in front of the oven. no one was around; not a creature was stirring.

he only told me these facts after he had picked up and placed the dead mouse into the garbage. that sentence put me in a state of unease, and as i cooked later on, it continued to affect me.

outside, the winds are howling through the rain-washed darkness. every swoop and flurry screams and echoes in the streets below.

its little tail, sticking out of miscellaneous discarded items in the trash made me sad; all of the hairs on its small body just barely visible from underneath aluminum foil and plastic bags.

it's all so short, i thought to myself. and how easily forgotten amongst the remorse. how frank and curt our reactions to such tiny happenings.

and moments later, am i too to be forgotten in the same manner?

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Thursday, October 09, 2008

" this just in "

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due to the kindness of a friend and his friend, i totally was in the audience of the colbert report last night. it did not disappoint in the slightest. see if you can spot a red zip-up hoodied pseudo-bearded asian guy with glasses. that may be me laughing raucously.

here is the episode in full.

he is so rad.

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