: notes to self : : 03.2006

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Thursday, March 23, 2006

set in stone


so i've decided that i'm not funny.


"funny-looking!"



but not funny ha-ha.




there, i've said it. i admit it!! it's done. continue to lower your expectations people!


"bring in the clowns..."


*tear*











Tuesday, March 21, 2006

margot herster || "colors of love" : a photo essay


i feel...





























...inspired...





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"Can two young adults pursue separate lives driven by individual interests and goals and also create a life as a couple? Where does the individual life end and the couple’s life begin? Is sacrifice inherent in a relationship to survive? How quickly must adulthood be reached and to what extent can an individual control the quality of life if it is designated to begin at a specific age instead of at a point of readiness?

In Margot Herster’s poignant photographs, she reveals the loneliness of struggling with these issues even as an intimate relationship progresses. Does loving someone ease assimilation into adulthood or make one more vulnerable to the trappings created by expectations?

The isolation of an emergent self poised slightly apart from the elements of daily life is demonstrated by photographs of physical intimacy against the backdrop of unpacked boxes, randomly strewn personal items in an otherwise unadorned urban apartment, wall hangings propped on the floor, a television turned on in a room facing an uninhabited couch, and the constant pressure of time passing as internal conflicts remain unresolved.

The courage to admit such a dilemma exists — between pursuing a relationship and allowing one’s ego free reign — is riveting in its naked honesty. In spite of the camera lens’s brilliant focus, the beguiling composition invites interpretation. Herster’s color palette illuminates her photos’ content and creates an optimistic layer over darker themes. Our eyes search each shot to find plausible hope for romance to win over self, or in the very least to hold its own. It is Herster’s expertly measured degree of hope for a dual victory that her work entices us for second, third, and multiple more searches..."

review of "Colors of Love" by Patty Swyden Sullivan



http://inthefray.com/html/article.php?sid=1576&mode=nested&order=0&thold=1










Thursday, March 16, 2006

run as fast as you can

it's 12:15am, and the family is huddled around the TV, armed with birthday cake and tea, watching the Japan v. Korea World Baseball Classic game, like it's 1972 and Paul Henderson has yet to thwart Big Red. It's tied 0-0 right now, but it looks like Japan is in trouble: runners on first and third with only one out. The runner on third should have been out, but Imae (3rd baseman) dropped the throw from right field. Egh.

my dad is having a FIT. he's angry at EVERYONE--the Japanese pitcher, the crazy loud Korean fans (approx. 80% of the stadium seats are filled by Korea fans) and the Korean government. Yes, it's true. The television networks should really think about me when they wonder whether or not to broadcast Japan v. Korea games...my dad is having a major conniption. I can't watch these kind of games with him. Pride, resentment, history, stubbornness and MAJOR attitude combined with sporting-event stress gives me heart palpitations!!!

if korea wins, God be with you if you are korean, a south korean gov't official, or sugiuchi-san and get in the way of my dad tomorrow.

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i still hope japan wins =) gambare nihon!






*edit: 12:26am
oh crap.
Korea 2, Japan 0.
le sigh.







Wednesday, March 01, 2006

fare thee well

Proofville's favourite Marxist-Leninist War-Resister-supporting, sardine-sandwich eating, chestnut-roasting, shin-guard wearing proofreader, Dan, left The Company last friday. On his last day, as a fond farewell gesture, some of us decided to decorate his cube with a proofreader's best friend: Post-its*!







he loved it =)




adios! save a spot for me at Kids Can ;) Also, consider the call for boy proofreaders to be out. =)




*no new Post-its were harmed in the making of this prank.






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