#207 Grrreat Jorb!

It's Jeff being very cheerful, if quite contrasty. Okay, this one is from the other night but I've had a somewhat busy day and my throat is sore. I know! Poor me! But really, how could I feel bad with Jeff giving a double thumbs-up?

I'm thinking of doing a couple of theme weeks, like a week of posting the first picture I take each day or working ahead and then doing a week of only film (foreign territory!).

#206 The Long Way Home

As you probably know already from Facebook or, youknow, real life: It is official. The Wonderbolt Circus will be performing at the Olympics in Vancouver next year! And I'm going to be one of the performers! I'm sorry for overstating this but it's still hard to wrap my head around it. I'm going to be performing at the Olympics!!!

#s 204 & 205 One If By Land, Two If By Sea

I want the trains to come back.
I even broke out my kit lens tonight because I HAD to get this wide shot of the Northern Ranger.

Look a common theme: Modes of transportation that aren't going anywhere.

I honestly looked like the sketchiest person alive taking pictures tonight. It was kind of funny.

#s 202 & 203 Forgotten Things

This is my favorite business sign in the city. It's for a sheet metal shop.

#s 199, 200 & 201 Siblings Continued

Lauren took this one, but I edited it, so let's call it a collaboration.

So is it really official? Can we brag about it yet? I don't want to be the one to spill the beans before we're supposed to. Gah, I'm excited!

#s 196, 197 & 198 Siblings

I really like this one of Jeff. Some film damage.
I like this one too, though Lauren didn't.

"The first step -- especially for young people with energy and drive and talent, but not money -- the first step to controlling your world is to control your culture. To model and demonstrate the kind of world you demand to live in. To write the books. Make the music. Shoot the films. Paint the art."
-Chuch Palahniuk

#s 193, 194 & 195 In which I Edit... Heavily

Simulated shutter leak. Training slippers.
Shutter leak and multiple exposure.

My heart stops. Honest, it stops. And my breath catches in my throat. And it feels... like living. I could stay here forever. Happily.

#192 Cloned Out Of My Mind

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.

Ahhhh, over three hours of editing just to get these eleven versions of me in the same picture. I'm tired.

#s 189, 190 & 191 Midnight Walk

Please save me from those who know what's best for me. Sometimes passionate is another word for out of control.

Pistachio.

Hey look, a drawing!

...or something. I like both the giant black and white version in my sketchbook, and this computer colorized one.

#188 In My Hands

Let's go off and seek our fortunes, just you and I. We'll travel from place to place any way we can, our only destination being just a little further. We'll meet strange people and, sitting around a blazing fire, we'll sing them our songs and listen as they sing us theirs. In far off lands we'll fall asleep under unfamiliar stars listening to the sounds of exotic creatures. In towns and cities you've only ever seen in your dreams we'll eat foods we've never heard of. We'll make them laugh when we show them how we dance and every time we leave we'll be a little closer to living happily ever after.

#187 Play Me A Song

This one is of some records at James' new apartment.


Do you feel restless yet? Can you feel it in your blood, pushing
you? 'Coz it's only going to get stronger. More and more you're
going be awake at nights, wanting to be up, be out, moving,
doing... something. The season is changing and even as cold as it
is, you can feel the change. It goes deep.
And the more bathed in sun and warmth we are, the stronger we get.
There's an animal in you and it's been asleep a long time,
but it's waking and it's hungry.

#s 185 & 186 Touch of Red

I could stay a while
But sooner or later I'll break your smile
And I can tell a joke
But one of these days I'm bound to choke
And we could share a kiss
But I feel like I can't go through with this
Kiel vi fartas? Cxu vi gxuas tiu bildojn?
So that's the Esperanto thing right there.

And I bet we could build a home
But I know the right thing for me to do
Is to leave you alone

# 184 Marbles

Proof that I haven't lost them.

It's a funny old world. I'm trying to learn Esperanto, you should too, it's a laugh. It's like a language that was grown in a lab to be a genetically perfect, super b-boy, but a super b-boy who only dance battles for world peace and to stop the nazis and such.

I'll put up more pictures later today.

#s 178, 179, 180, 181, 182 & 183 Rememberings

Accordion ball. Ah the memories.
Today was the first time in about five years that someone other than myself has cut my hair. This picture commemorates the event.




I think you could stay happy forever if you could remember to see the world the way you do when you are newly in love, if you could remember the brightness of everything, remember how much it aches just to see such beauty as surrounds you. I still remember the kind of happiness that hurt as if I was too poorly built to experience such joy, simple memories that still make my stomach turn and my breath deepen. If there is tantric sex that can stretch an orgasm out for hours than surly there must be some equivalent, some sort of tantric love.

We often protect ourselves from those things we ache for most. I am no exception.

A sensation overtakes me of floating off into space, quietly, slowly, helplessly. When, from time to time, I discover that I am still anchored down, however delicately, it is an unexpected feeling of relief, warmth washes over me and I feel like I still exist. Exist as just one person. Still here.

Do you know what it's like to try something that you forgot you loved to do? Something small that reminds you who you are and reminds you that you're really living right now and maybe your routine is the worst crime you've ever committed? Sometimes I feel that way about thinking, like a good hard look at things is long overdue. I remind myself what it was like as a teenager realizing you're the one who decides who you're going to be, life looming, terrifying before you. Where has that feeling of awe gone? It has not been such a long time, why do I see so many limitations now, so many compromises?

As promised, pictures of students playing around in circus costumes. I realize that these pictures almost completely don't match up with what I've written here.

#s 175, 176 & 177 It's Who You Are

Hahahaha. That first one of Beni kills me! I've been a little lax lately but it seems like this just isn't as fun unless I'm a little behind. As of Thursday past I'm past the six month mark, so half-way through my quest for 365 images! This set somehow seems a little introspective, I would probably have made the middle one into some sort of polyptic, and I still might, but I've got to catch up on lost ground and decided it would be more fun to play with the silouette and gradients. The next set may all be kids in circus costumes just for something different.

Circus class today went well, though my last session at the French school was very disappointing. I felt like I was doing a pretty good job at teaching helpful theatre exercises and doing focused skills instruction while both keeping things really fun and getting everyone ready for the show in a very brief peroid of time. Now I'm not so sure.

On the other hand, I've had a lot of fun performing with Dash and Dan over the past two days, juggling fire at the Engineers Without Borders fundraiser and doing a club routine at the international-fair show. It's sometimes easy to forget how wonderful some audiences can be. I felt such a strong report with the audience tonight at the Reid Theatre and got so much feedback from them while onstage that I just wanted to go out and hug them all.

Happy International Women's Day