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Things To Do Tuesday 10-11-11
4 years ago
new places to find us:
http://truthsaturation.com - bloggishness
http://pingme.tumblr.com/ - tumblr, my love, my life.
http://flickr.com/saturated - flickr me baby
On the new and improved version of johnmkester.com here I make an allusion to a W+P character. Not-so-shocking, but an important part of the overall game of life. more later.
- Photography + 'art' photography are not equitable. Like painting and pen + ink.
- Being good at one does NOT grandfather you into the other.
- If you have a reason for making art, other than 'my soul craves it" you might not be making art
- A photoshop filter is not art
- A camera filter is not art
- Wait, anything is art.
- Nevermind.
Did you know? When taking photographs, S. Koreans use the word "kimchi" in the same way English speakers use the word "cheese"! -wikipedia
experiencing one of the worst e-commerce experiences ever. Thanks again ticketmaster.com!
Photoshoot finished. Not to be ego-centric but damn I'm good. More on
that later.
P.S. I may stop by but won't come in. Is that still permissible? Email
test over.
I'm pretty sure I got more spagetti on my shirt than in my face. AND I go straight to the shoot after work today. Professional? Yes, please.
Well, hello, friends and neighbors! I heard Wallace talking about the site and the blog and I realized I have been such an incredible slacker!
So where's Portia been? Mostly watching football, giving back rubs, going to the grocery store and trying to stay warm when it's cold outside or going outside to be in nature when it's not.
But the Super Bowl is Sunday and, after that, it's back to work for me. Afterall, Wallace is on the path to his higher purpose... and I'm starting to feel like a bump on a log. I've got a lot of doing and dreaming, manifesting and making, writing and just trying to figure out what the heck I'm doing in the next five years.
I don't have forever. I should realize that more now than ever... tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
And what happens when one of your best friends is about to leave town? Who will poke my brain then? I don't even like to think about it. What I do like to think about is freedom and abundance and joy. Feeling a sense of purpose in my creativity that transcends the egotistical need of some board member to update their online profile because surely everyone in the world is just holding their collective breath to find out what new, bogus accolade they've added to their long list of community appointments. Yawn. Is this how I spend my energy and time?
Ugh.
But I deserve what I get. And what I get right now is more money than I've ever made, yet I am still undervaluing myself. And then there's the damn fear.
Yep. Fear.
Wallace knows what I'm talking about. He and I go round and round about this. We're like two kids on a see-saw; one up and the other down then the other up and the one is down. We can, we can't, we can, we can't, blah, blah, blah. Except in between his ups and downs, Wallace suddenly started moving forward.
Me? I think maybe I just need a bloody steak and potato.
I also need to find my muse. Find my story to tell. Find myself out there in this big ol' world. Because if I don't soon, I fear I'll just waste my time collecting my days in a bottle I might drop. Then all that time will be spent for naught and I won't have had as much fun as I coulda and no one will be to blame but me.
No risk, no reward. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. No moving toward your dream and it never becomes a reality. Never.
Just a dream. I don't want my life to amount to just a dream.
I want more. I'm sure of it. And if so, I'm going to have to find a way to focus and/or get a hell of a lot more productive with my time.
So much for football... well, starting on Monday. C'mon the Super Bowl is Sunday!
LOL.
Just after midnight, I'm driving home in some of the worst fog I can remember. It made me feel singular and alone. Far away from everything, encapsulated. But, not sad. It was almost like looking through a long-exposure in real life. Every now and then you experience something that feels real. Most of what we call real falls into the category of contrivance. Daily bullshit. Minutiae. Whatever. I had that same, insular, singular feeling earlier in the night. This parallel feeling of singularity, regardless of company and affects notwithstanding. I saw Nico Vega play- emote-channel. It's one time that maybe insane smallness of audience augmented a performance. I am at this moment deciding whether or not I can even look up their music. I'm purposely not googling them before I write anything. I want to remember tonight as it was. I feel like anything else I see could only taint the perfection. Obviously I'll get over it sooner or later, but like the idealized image of a loved one you don't see anymore...I want to hold on to it. When I saw the BSO perform, my mind went through similar machinations. There's the quiet before the adagio and my mind races. The same thing happened tonight. Being both completely in the moment and so completely removed. I can't even describe with any justice how beautiful it felt. My mind was both completely flooded and serene. A moment rare for me. So, let me have it while it lasts.
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