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it took me 35 minutes to ride my bike from 42nd street times square all the way to my front door in windsor terrace. i;m no expert rider with the fancy biker shorts or cycling computer, but that's what i call hustle.
there's such a feeling of glee and freedom that comes with a hard ride. a sort of euphoria that washes over your whole body. it's fantastic!
i hope to feel like this for a long time, but my fear is that it won't.
in any case, wheeee!
for reference, here's a gmap of the ride:
http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=2072613
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Saturday, July 12, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
" yeesh, who needs a hug? "
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dear yourself,
i know you're not doing that great as of late. it's a tough gig. remember how you were so excited about those couple photo contests, trying to really be critical of your own work and present yourself openly and honestly? i mean, it's gotta be in the attempt itself which is sort of an accomplishment in of itself right?
i'm sorry. i'm just trying to be supportive. i completely understand if you don't want to talk about it. heartbreak, heartache, feeling husky, not working as much as you'd like, being passionate about your photography, but not getting a proper professional recognition. everyone goes through these waves of doubt and disappointment. something will turn up though right? something always does.
i also really really understand that at times, it truly feels like there's no real point to make an effort anymore, but there is. it makes all the difference to buck up, hunker down, and go for the gusto. any ole normal person can let it all get to them, to push themselves into a funk and not do anything about it. but you're different.
you are going to make it happen. great amazing and fantastical things are going to happen to you. you're great. you're funny and entertaining. you talk a lot, but maybe that's not necessarily a bad thing. maybe.
so don't worry. everything will be fine in the end, even though it doesn't feel like it right now. i promise, you'll be fine.
signed,
you from ten minutes ago
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dear yourself,
i know you're not doing that great as of late. it's a tough gig. remember how you were so excited about those couple photo contests, trying to really be critical of your own work and present yourself openly and honestly? i mean, it's gotta be in the attempt itself which is sort of an accomplishment in of itself right?
i'm sorry. i'm just trying to be supportive. i completely understand if you don't want to talk about it. heartbreak, heartache, feeling husky, not working as much as you'd like, being passionate about your photography, but not getting a proper professional recognition. everyone goes through these waves of doubt and disappointment. something will turn up though right? something always does.
i also really really understand that at times, it truly feels like there's no real point to make an effort anymore, but there is. it makes all the difference to buck up, hunker down, and go for the gusto. any ole normal person can let it all get to them, to push themselves into a funk and not do anything about it. but you're different.
you are going to make it happen. great amazing and fantastical things are going to happen to you. you're great. you're funny and entertaining. you talk a lot, but maybe that's not necessarily a bad thing. maybe.
so don't worry. everything will be fine in the end, even though it doesn't feel like it right now. i promise, you'll be fine.
signed,
you from ten minutes ago
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Thursday, July 03, 2008
" my summer thus far... "
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---dear all my people,
a couple weeks ago, a few friends and i participated in the 72hour film shootout competition, put on by the asian american film lab.
we decided to get off of our lazy butts and put our talents together to craft together something awesome and entertaining.
you can now not only view and appreciate our no-sleep weekend film at the link below, but you can also vote for the "audience award" portion of the competition. you may also leave awesome comments too!!
please pass the link or this post along to any friends you have that would enjoy to see us in our short-filmmaking glory.
thank you so much for your consideration.
if we win, and if you make it out to NYC, i will take you to get ice cream or something.
wheeee,
bay
http://ningin.com/mediastream
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tonight's homework:
follow your dreams.
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Sunday, June 29, 2008
" mr. salty comes to brooklyn "
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the illustrious mr. salty of boston, mass. decided to come on over to brooklyn, ny to share the lyrical flows with all of his people.
instead of a show, all he had at the end was a triple overbooked band bill to mull over, and a 6+ hour round-trip lucky star bus ride.
good thing for us, he left us with a couple tidbits of his personal thoughts on the short excursion, and a freestyle nugget to chomp on.
big up mr. salty.
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the illustrious mr. salty of boston, mass. decided to come on over to brooklyn, ny to share the lyrical flows with all of his people.
instead of a show, all he had at the end was a triple overbooked band bill to mull over, and a 6+ hour round-trip lucky star bus ride.
good thing for us, he left us with a couple tidbits of his personal thoughts on the short excursion, and a freestyle nugget to chomp on.
big up mr. salty.
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Friday, June 27, 2008
" it's never just about a bike light is it?"
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i went to the main branch of the brooklyn library today to photograph an exhibit inside. the sun rose high and all around me the heat engulfed and entangled. to step beyond the egyptian-symbol-ed doors and into the wide lobby was cool and welcoming.
after a few hours of setup and documentation, i prepared my things and walked out to my bicycle. and there, in the place of my bicycle headlight, was the brash swipe of tape residue. it had been stolen while i was inside.
the light itself, nothing special. small and compact, broken even, hence the electrical tape used to hold it onto the frame. it wouldn't snap onto the holder, so i taped it down, but i never thought that someone would steal it, especially with it in the condition it was in.
but they did. it is gone.
i stood there for a minute, then just let it go. i let the light go, but i couldn't shake the feeling of loss. it felt like someone had slipped their invisible thieving hand underneath my skin, and pilfered the contents of my being. can you truly just let things go as easily as that?
there is always sadness on a small scale; there is always a pain which lingers. like getting teased at from afar and unknowingly, then to hear about all of the nasty things said about you, the words passing your ears without their knowing...and how you just felt crushed of spirit.
and even though it's just a light, i know it's just a light for a bike, it never just feels like it's about a bike light. it always feels indicative of some larger occurrence, and sometimes it's difficult to let go.
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i went to the main branch of the brooklyn library today to photograph an exhibit inside. the sun rose high and all around me the heat engulfed and entangled. to step beyond the egyptian-symbol-ed doors and into the wide lobby was cool and welcoming.
after a few hours of setup and documentation, i prepared my things and walked out to my bicycle. and there, in the place of my bicycle headlight, was the brash swipe of tape residue. it had been stolen while i was inside.
the light itself, nothing special. small and compact, broken even, hence the electrical tape used to hold it onto the frame. it wouldn't snap onto the holder, so i taped it down, but i never thought that someone would steal it, especially with it in the condition it was in.
but they did. it is gone.
i stood there for a minute, then just let it go. i let the light go, but i couldn't shake the feeling of loss. it felt like someone had slipped their invisible thieving hand underneath my skin, and pilfered the contents of my being. can you truly just let things go as easily as that?
there is always sadness on a small scale; there is always a pain which lingers. like getting teased at from afar and unknowingly, then to hear about all of the nasty things said about you, the words passing your ears without their knowing...and how you just felt crushed of spirit.
and even though it's just a light, i know it's just a light for a bike, it never just feels like it's about a bike light. it always feels indicative of some larger occurrence, and sometimes it's difficult to let go.
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
" somedays, don't you just feel like... "
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tonight's homework:
don't let anything hold you back. stop making excuses. don't let him or her make you feel like that; tell them what you feel, and how together, you can push on through.
take photos, listen to music that makes you happy, dance, dream, flourish.
it's the summer, and it's happening right now.
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tonight's homework:
don't let anything hold you back. stop making excuses. don't let him or her make you feel like that; tell them what you feel, and how together, you can push on through.
take photos, listen to music that makes you happy, dance, dream, flourish.
it's the summer, and it's happening right now.
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
" summer heat "
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a five-fold fleet of engaged frigates lay dutifully waterborne between our lonely isles.
an ocean of supposed differences and a sea of doubts intrude on a shared joy.
what can i do when my coast is faced the wrong way out?
afloat in this summer's heat, who can bear it but to move forward.
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a five-fold fleet of engaged frigates lay dutifully waterborne between our lonely isles.
an ocean of supposed differences and a sea of doubts intrude on a shared joy.
what can i do when my coast is faced the wrong way out?
afloat in this summer's heat, who can bear it but to move forward.
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
" i wish i knew "
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what is the right thing to do when you feel like nothing you're doing is right?
you're going through the motions, and the emotions. they are leading you to decisions, actions, inaction, reactions.
every choice made, every statement said, these are forming your immediate future before your eyes, and how fickle time has become. to see and know, and to know that you'll just have to see.
you are doing your best, and hoping that it goes noticed; the tiny bird in your corner sharing your secret thought over far distances both literal and the ones in you heart.
tonight's homework:
muster up all of your strengths,. be fiercely and confidently open and honest. tell that person that means that something to you how you feel. then respect the pause in between, and wait for the conversation to either meander towards silence, or begin.
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what is the right thing to do when you feel like nothing you're doing is right?
you're going through the motions, and the emotions. they are leading you to decisions, actions, inaction, reactions.
every choice made, every statement said, these are forming your immediate future before your eyes, and how fickle time has become. to see and know, and to know that you'll just have to see.
you are doing your best, and hoping that it goes noticed; the tiny bird in your corner sharing your secret thought over far distances both literal and the ones in you heart.
tonight's homework:
muster up all of your strengths,. be fiercely and confidently open and honest. tell that person that means that something to you how you feel. then respect the pause in between, and wait for the conversation to either meander towards silence, or begin.
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Friday, April 18, 2008
" click click sha-click "
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a list of things on event photography:
1. be kind to that random photographer taking photos of you. photographers have feelings too.
2. if you are a photographer, and have an event to cover, don't forget cough drops and tissues.
3. if you're supposed to be at the location on-time, get there a little ahead and come prepared. maybe the client won't be.
4. you don't need to make weird & potentially racial remarks to your photographer. the photographer knows that they are not white, even though you are. relax. drink some more coffee and pellegrino.
5. if possible, don't give the photographer the stink-eye if the strobe goes off in your face. the photographer feels bad, but c'mon, you sorta knew what was coming didn't you?
6. smile for god's sake smile. even just a bit will look better than whatever face you're giving me. it'll be okay...i know how to edit.
7. feed the photographer. the photographer has a stomach too, and can willingly eat off to the side, away from guests. no water as well makes for crabby photogs, and it will show itself in the work.
8. don't hit the photographer's camera. that's the gear part of it you know? if you break it and then give a gruff harumph...well thats just sort of rude, aaand the photographer won't be able to take awesome photos of you with things in your teeth.
9. remember to thank the photographer if they're doing an exceptional job. photographers enjoy positive feedback too. your suit or dress is great; you've done well. see? didn't that feel good?
and finally
10. let the photographer go. it's okay to let them go; they'll be back soon enough. and hey while you're at it, take the photographer's business card. maybe you'll like what you see on it enough to pass it along. for serious!
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i need a nap.
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a list of things on event photography:
1. be kind to that random photographer taking photos of you. photographers have feelings too.
2. if you are a photographer, and have an event to cover, don't forget cough drops and tissues.
3. if you're supposed to be at the location on-time, get there a little ahead and come prepared. maybe the client won't be.
4. you don't need to make weird & potentially racial remarks to your photographer. the photographer knows that they are not white, even though you are. relax. drink some more coffee and pellegrino.
5. if possible, don't give the photographer the stink-eye if the strobe goes off in your face. the photographer feels bad, but c'mon, you sorta knew what was coming didn't you?
6. smile for god's sake smile. even just a bit will look better than whatever face you're giving me. it'll be okay...i know how to edit.
7. feed the photographer. the photographer has a stomach too, and can willingly eat off to the side, away from guests. no water as well makes for crabby photogs, and it will show itself in the work.
8. don't hit the photographer's camera. that's the gear part of it you know? if you break it and then give a gruff harumph...well thats just sort of rude, aaand the photographer won't be able to take awesome photos of you with things in your teeth.
9. remember to thank the photographer if they're doing an exceptional job. photographers enjoy positive feedback too. your suit or dress is great; you've done well. see? didn't that feel good?
and finally
10. let the photographer go. it's okay to let them go; they'll be back soon enough. and hey while you're at it, take the photographer's business card. maybe you'll like what you see on it enough to pass it along. for serious!
...
i need a nap.
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Wednesday, April 02, 2008
" on-camera and mouth full of food "
Monday, March 10, 2008
" an odd perch "
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so yeah, a while ago i told everyone about a freelance gig i scored. I finally got my awesome(read not awesome but still completely useful) mobile phone video file downloaded to my computer.
don't you just wish that you too were there to doodle with me so i wouldn't be the only "weird thing" at the loft party? yeah, me too.
the shot itself is of me looking down at the doodles i've already done, then a 360-view of the room as best as i could do while sitting atop a 10ft ladder. it was questionable.
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tonight's homework:
think about the silliest job you've had, then share it with a friend. you'd be surprised how much better you feel, and potentially how your friends admire you for being so brave and/or adventurous.
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so yeah, a while ago i told everyone about a freelance gig i scored. I finally got my awesome(read not awesome but still completely useful) mobile phone video file downloaded to my computer.
don't you just wish that you too were there to doodle with me so i wouldn't be the only "weird thing" at the loft party? yeah, me too.
the shot itself is of me looking down at the doodles i've already done, then a 360-view of the room as best as i could do while sitting atop a 10ft ladder. it was questionable.
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tonight's homework:
think about the silliest job you've had, then share it with a friend. you'd be surprised how much better you feel, and potentially how your friends admire you for being so brave and/or adventurous.
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Monday, March 03, 2008
" so what if i gave myself a manicure? "
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you try not spending money on a sunday night and see what activity you end up doing.
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in any case, i think it's a fabulous job, although i zoned out for a bit and went overboard on the buffing by perhaps twenty minutes.
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you try not spending money on a sunday night and see what activity you end up doing.
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in any case, i think it's a fabulous job, although i zoned out for a bit and went overboard on the buffing by perhaps twenty minutes.
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Monday, February 25, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
" dim lights the sky "
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my window-sill is wet. outside there is a rolling storm which woke me up from a sleep that knew it was not to be had.
my eyes are not yet fully open. i can feel the heat from the uncontrollable radiator rising to where i lay in an overhead loft-bed. my throat is parched and so dry that no amount of swallowing will ever feel like it could lubricate the desert shaft of my arid windpipes.
i climb down to the floor on my loft's ladder; it's not attached and remains as unstable, just as the first time i wobbled along it's short and altogether unsafe angular structure.
the tiles of my floor are covered with a layer of thin rugs purchased from IKEA and are still curiously cold to the touch. why have the rugs at all if not for the warmth upon the touch of feet?
it occurs to me that the vastly unequal temperature of my small room is not only frustrating, but also completely annoying. how is one supposed to be a lazy day-sleeper if one cannot sleep in?
and so in the less baker's-oven portion of my room, i sit waiting for day to break through the storm clouds, as dim lights the sky.
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this new year is starting out so strange and i can't make out it's tone. we'll give it some more time yet.
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tonight's homework:
develop that last roll of film, because you never know what's on it...perhaps a strange myriad of images that seem so strange to be stuck together in a thin plane of silver nitrate. and yet, without knowing it, of course this is the way it had to unfold.
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my window-sill is wet. outside there is a rolling storm which woke me up from a sleep that knew it was not to be had.
my eyes are not yet fully open. i can feel the heat from the uncontrollable radiator rising to where i lay in an overhead loft-bed. my throat is parched and so dry that no amount of swallowing will ever feel like it could lubricate the desert shaft of my arid windpipes.
i climb down to the floor on my loft's ladder; it's not attached and remains as unstable, just as the first time i wobbled along it's short and altogether unsafe angular structure.
the tiles of my floor are covered with a layer of thin rugs purchased from IKEA and are still curiously cold to the touch. why have the rugs at all if not for the warmth upon the touch of feet?
it occurs to me that the vastly unequal temperature of my small room is not only frustrating, but also completely annoying. how is one supposed to be a lazy day-sleeper if one cannot sleep in?
and so in the less baker's-oven portion of my room, i sit waiting for day to break through the storm clouds, as dim lights the sky.
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this new year is starting out so strange and i can't make out it's tone. we'll give it some more time yet.
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tonight's homework:
develop that last roll of film, because you never know what's on it...perhaps a strange myriad of images that seem so strange to be stuck together in a thin plane of silver nitrate. and yet, without knowing it, of course this is the way it had to unfold.
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