Well...I could take this in a serious direction or in a humorous direction...I think I'm in a funny kind of mood.
[insert mischievous laugh here]
This question got me thinking... what if people acted their shoe size? But that's not the question at hand... ONE AT A TIME PLEASE!
Anyway-- *ahem* --ONCE UPON A TIME in a land far, far away there was a little town called Drawkcab where everything happened backwards. Everyone walked backwards. Everyone talked backwards. Everyone digested backwards (that's a weird site to see). But most importantly, everyone aged backwards.
You see, people in Drawkcab were born as elderly and then aged down to fetus where they would eventually turn back into pond scum and be absorbed back into the earth. Just as in the real world, children (or the elderly) in Drawkcab thought they knew everything, ate mush for food, and every time they fell down they would immediately be rushed to the hospital for a hip transplant.
The End.
This felt like kind of a drop off story? Well... it's Drawkcab... what did you expect?
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
.:| what if...? |:.
what if...
pigs could fly ? dogs meowed ? everything was up-side-down ? you were up-side-down ? time went backwards for a year ? movies were real ? dreams came true ? all it took was a thought ? prince(ss) charming was out there ? there was such a thing as a happy ending ? we didn't have to blink ? we didn't have to eat ? we didn't have to sleep ? no one had an identity ? beth was president ? mary ellen was VP ? people could melt ? you bled tears ? you cried blood ? heaven was on earth ? hell was on earth ? the african american race was dominant ? the hispanic race was dominant ? we all spoke the same language ? every single person spoke a different language ? we didn't have the ability to learn ? we had no senses ? we had no sense of time ? you had to give up a sense every 20 years ? we had no emotion ? god was on earth ? beth was god ? we could live forever ? random cities randomly vanished forever ? no one missed you ? no one loved you ? it was one person's responsibility to love everyone ? it was your responsibility to love everyone ? we had no preferences ? inspiration was everywhere ? life was easy ? we didn't have to work for anything ? we didn't have/need friends ? no one lied ? lying was the only way people could die ? al gore was elected ? i stopped at 49 questions ? you answered every question ?
pigs could fly ? dogs meowed ? everything was up-side-down ? you were up-side-down ? time went backwards for a year ? movies were real ? dreams came true ? all it took was a thought ? prince(ss) charming was out there ? there was such a thing as a happy ending ? we didn't have to blink ? we didn't have to eat ? we didn't have to sleep ? no one had an identity ? beth was president ? mary ellen was VP ? people could melt ? you bled tears ? you cried blood ? heaven was on earth ? hell was on earth ? the african american race was dominant ? the hispanic race was dominant ? we all spoke the same language ? every single person spoke a different language ? we didn't have the ability to learn ? we had no senses ? we had no sense of time ? you had to give up a sense every 20 years ? we had no emotion ? god was on earth ? beth was god ? we could live forever ? random cities randomly vanished forever ? no one missed you ? no one loved you ? it was one person's responsibility to love everyone ? it was your responsibility to love everyone ? we had no preferences ? inspiration was everywhere ? life was easy ? we didn't have to work for anything ? we didn't have/need friends ? no one lied ? lying was the only way people could die ? al gore was elected ? i stopped at 49 questions ? you answered every question ?
.:| reflection |:.
hmm...
well. today's class was certainly interesting! i'm not going to sit here and recap everything that went on, but I will say this...before the break i was about as bored as could be. and how ironic!--we were talking about boredom! but i'm glad i came back for the second half. it was inspiring to say the least.
i think what i really tripped my mind was the whole "inversion" idea. take a stop light and find something else to do besides "stop" at it. i must experiment!
well. today's class was certainly interesting! i'm not going to sit here and recap everything that went on, but I will say this...before the break i was about as bored as could be. and how ironic!--we were talking about boredom! but i'm glad i came back for the second half. it was inspiring to say the least.
i think what i really tripped my mind was the whole "inversion" idea. take a stop light and find something else to do besides "stop" at it. i must experiment!
.:| long exposure photos |:.
Hey, this isn't my project either. I went out the other night and took a bunch of long exposure photos. This is just a few of them.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
.:| time |:.
This is not my project, this is just...venting? Trying to clear my mind maybe? Well, whatever this is, I hope some of you, or anyone responds with their thoughts.
What does it mean to live forever? The Egyptians envied it and strived to accomplish it. But what does it mean? I think it's an opinionated question. What does it mean to you personally? Does it mean that you want to live and be a physical being until the end of the earth? Or do you simply want to be remembered throughout the ages? Do you simply want your story to be told and heard and known and want to be know? It's human nature to fear death and to want immortality. We want to live a full life and experience everything there is to experience in every way there is to experience it. We want more time on earth and we want more time with those that we love and cherish.
So why can't we?
We spend all this time and thought worrying about what will happen once we die or once a loved one dies. Will I ever see them again? I didn't get to say goodbye. Did they know that I loved them? What were the last words I said to that person? Why do we bother ourselves with these depressing questions? Is there a world beyond this one that we continue our lives? Maybe in different surroundings or settings. And, if so, what's the point of death in the first place? Some dirty game mother nature plays with every living creature. Or something deeper?
I, myself ask these questions almost daily. Ever since my aunt died in January of 2007, I have asked these questions. I think back on the time I had with her and I envy myself. I long so badly to see her again, to spend more time with her. To relive the time we had together, the afternoons we would spend roaming aimlessly around the city talking about nothing and everything all at once.
The Egyptians believed that they had defeated death. That, through their rituals they had accomplished eternal life. But they all knew that they died. They still felt pain and illness. So where did their spirits go? Limbo? Hell? Heaven? Purgatory? Whatever you want to call it or whatever you believe in, (please share) I don't know, I was always taught that if you believed that a certain man walked the earth and died and rose again and was called the son of something called "god" that your soul would be forever "saved" from the fiery armpits of a terrible place called hell.
But this has COMPLETELY gotten off topic. What was our topic again? Oh yes, time. I don't know. I guess this one's got me stumped. I think I know what I want to portray, but I haven't figured out how to portray something I can't touch. I don't even know if I can define it. But I do know that I can feel it. I can taste it. I can see it when I dream at night.
I know this was long and I thank you for sticking with me! Please. Tell me your thoughts. Your feelings on this. If any.
What does it mean to live forever? The Egyptians envied it and strived to accomplish it. But what does it mean? I think it's an opinionated question. What does it mean to you personally? Does it mean that you want to live and be a physical being until the end of the earth? Or do you simply want to be remembered throughout the ages? Do you simply want your story to be told and heard and known and want to be know? It's human nature to fear death and to want immortality. We want to live a full life and experience everything there is to experience in every way there is to experience it. We want more time on earth and we want more time with those that we love and cherish.
So why can't we?
We spend all this time and thought worrying about what will happen once we die or once a loved one dies. Will I ever see them again? I didn't get to say goodbye. Did they know that I loved them? What were the last words I said to that person? Why do we bother ourselves with these depressing questions? Is there a world beyond this one that we continue our lives? Maybe in different surroundings or settings. And, if so, what's the point of death in the first place? Some dirty game mother nature plays with every living creature. Or something deeper?
I, myself ask these questions almost daily. Ever since my aunt died in January of 2007, I have asked these questions. I think back on the time I had with her and I envy myself. I long so badly to see her again, to spend more time with her. To relive the time we had together, the afternoons we would spend roaming aimlessly around the city talking about nothing and everything all at once.
The Egyptians believed that they had defeated death. That, through their rituals they had accomplished eternal life. But they all knew that they died. They still felt pain and illness. So where did their spirits go? Limbo? Hell? Heaven? Purgatory? Whatever you want to call it or whatever you believe in, (please share) I don't know, I was always taught that if you believed that a certain man walked the earth and died and rose again and was called the son of something called "god" that your soul would be forever "saved" from the fiery armpits of a terrible place called hell.
But this has COMPLETELY gotten off topic. What was our topic again? Oh yes, time. I don't know. I guess this one's got me stumped. I think I know what I want to portray, but I haven't figured out how to portray something I can't touch. I don't even know if I can define it. But I do know that I can feel it. I can taste it. I can see it when I dream at night.
I know this was long and I thank you for sticking with me! Please. Tell me your thoughts. Your feelings on this. If any.
Monday, September 8, 2008
.:| graduation |:.
Today was such a proud day for a mother! A daughter's high school graduation is one of the proudest moments of a parents life--especially a single mother!
Yema looked beautiful as she slowly walked down the aisle to receive her diploma from Egg High School. She had spoken before of wanting to go to college and study to be a sex therapist, so, being the good mother that I am, I am looking for the best college for her to be the best sex therapist out there. Unfortunately, with gas prices where they are, and tuition so high as well, the best I can do is Ivy Tech. She'll do fine I'm sure.
Yema looked beautiful as she slowly walked down the aisle to receive her diploma from Egg High School. She had spoken before of wanting to go to college and study to be a sex therapist, so, being the good mother that I am, I am looking for the best college for her to be the best sex therapist out there. Unfortunately, with gas prices where they are, and tuition so high as well, the best I can do is Ivy Tech. She'll do fine I'm sure.
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