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July 31, 2007

The Trapped Cries Of Pompeii:




Delays, Concepts, and Questions:

All of my senses take time to feel. I am reacting to something that already happened while the new event keeps happening. When I process a visual image in my mind through my eyes, it takes time to compute it. Thus every single moment I experience is inherently delayed from the source moment. I am living in the present, experiencing the past or perhaps living entirely in the past. There is a delay in everything, I am not sure if I can feel that impulse or something happening as it is happening, only residual waves of what was. Like stars that burst in deep dark space and we still see their light for ages only delayed. I want to be in the heart of that burst sometimes!

If I travel on a distant satellite far, far away and look back on the earth with such astonishing resolution and detail - will I see dinosaurs in the light? If I cannot travel at the speed of light to reach these impossibly distant sights then if I listen ever so closely and intercept and translate old and minute earth sounds can I hear their roars as their tear through the underbrush of a the pre-historic jungle? Do their roars still vibrate through me right now as I speak, vibrate through this very planet very softly like a slight tremor many miles from the epicenter of a quake or quivering lips about to touch.
fun: Using these distant tremors to aid in thought or harmony or emotion of music. Harvesting the distant tremors and resonances of ancient screams of volcano explosions of Pompeii or slaves collecting bees making honey or of faded tan drums pounding away during a Mayan sacrifice to aid in the richness of my simple songs.

fun: Perhaps part of why practice makes perfect with instrument learning and song, the collective result of all of my learning and great/terrible songs, tested and failed experiences returning to their source instrument and bolstering and strengthening it to my current state. Like an aura.
It makes me what I am today, these foolish things reflecting on me.
Can I travel long and far and fast to see myself writing his message as I write it right now? If the second I publish this I run up - perhaps. Space is closer than Australia, just going up takes more effort. fun: Mammoth pogo sticks.

When I take pictures with my camera am I in every single photo I create? Can you see me reflecting off the eyes of my subjects, and even the waxy leaves, the bark of trees, the sturdy table or birds nest they will become years later. Can I tell if the photographer said "Smile!" by the blades of grass bending ever so slightly in the wind spurred on by the gusts escaping their mouth?



July 22, 2007

Fajardo Bay:

On Wednesday on my vacation week we visited Fajardo bay. Our group of eager adventurers departed from the hotel lobby, being escorted by our guide. Our guide was a personable fellow who told us what we would expect from our trip. The only way I can think of describing him was "Big Kahuna." I sat in the last row of our small bus and looked out the window at the blurring lights of distant towns. We would occasionally drive through a place of intense darkness and it was strange because I actually felt anxiety at this sight. I just imagined myself sitting there in the middle of nowhere in the dark.
Anyway after about 45 minutes of smooth sailing we ended up at our destination.
We were briefed on rules and regulations and took a quick bathroom stop. The bathrooms were in the back, I stayed outside enjoying the night sights. Small kids just wandered around playing the darkness here. My mom came back with a stunned look on her face. "The floor was moving" she said. Obviously they had a bit of a bug problem.
We took off our shoes and placed them in a large barrel. I was kind of worried I would never retrieve them and go home barefoot since I had gotten them just for Puerto Rico and I wasn't too keen on the design I should look for. They began to load us up. My sister and I shared a simple kayak and were pushed out into the open water. Small boats bobbed around us and the light was dim. In the dark of the night everyone was my parents and nobody were my parents. I wanted to see their reactions. (I later found out my dad's back started to bother him and they got caught in a thick patch so they were pulled in the dark by a small native guide named Julio. He said "Enjoy the ride sir", attached their kayaks, and my parents did as such.)
Our first destination was a small mangrove path. The water was three feet deep, smelled like sulfur and we would have to travel one by one into the darkness. Once we were inside moonlight and the small glow sticks on each kayak were our only guides. Occasionally the mangrove canopy would completely cut out the sky, leading to complete and blackness around us. My sister continued to splash me, and paddle like a bird attempting to lift off into flight. "Dig in", "Left, Left, Left", "RIGHT!", were all we spoke. We were machines. We occasionally hit a tree and pushed off.
All at once the thicket opened up leading to a lagoon were the glow stick group had assembled. We stopped in the middle of this lagoon and looked up. I have never seen so many stars in my entire life. At first it scared me but then I was in utter awe. The moonlight reflected off the gentle waters of the lagoon. I immediately thought to myself "It is ten at night and I am in the middle of a lagoon, under the stars, in Puerto Rico, in search of a glow." It was a definite point of realization.
The Glow! That's right. We were instructed to put our hands in and disrupt the water. I did so. A blue fairy like glow surrounded my submerged fingers. Faerie fire erupted all around us, caused by the introduction of oxygen into these micro-organisms. My cousins jumped in and immediately turned into floating, glowing angels. Stunning! I pulled my wet hand out of the water and looked at it. It sparkled for a moment, blips of light like on a radar screen and then immediately turned back into my hand again. Astounding! This turned out to be quite a night.
We retraced our way out the way we came. This time I moved into an Indian-style of seating and worked my engine role steadily, while my sister acted as a spotter and turner. The sight of the boats again signaled the end of our search for bio-light but we knew we had found more.
They offered free water, pears and cookies. I took some water and pears and went back onto the bus. I was wet but couldn't sleep on the bus ride home. I looked at the window again, retracing my path once again. In viewing the opposite side of the road I no longer saw the same dark woods that had disturbed me on the ride there. I could see a lot more lights. I thought about the dead micro-organisms on my hand that I kept with me. I didn't eat the pears until we got home.

July 7, 2007

Acting Animals:

One of the greatest joys of my life is the fact that animals besides humans are incapable of understanding the art of acting and some of the other facets of society that we have constructed. I love to see the aloof dog in the scene, completely oblivious to the fact that they are "supposed" to act a certain way while in it's eyes you can see it wants to play and is and aware of the cameras around it. The same thing goes for how unabashed animals are in mating.
The miserable television show "Man Vs. Beast" brings back some of my fondest memories of human and animal interaction. The premise of the show was to present certain challenges to humans in the peak of their human ability that dealt with usually oblivious animal competitors.
The main highlight of this competition for me was how much the humans cared and how most of the animals did not give a shit and still won. Here is one example from the show showcasing a human track runner facing a giraffe and a zebra. The highlight in this one is the strain in the human face and the localized seizure the disoriented giraffe experiences in the middle of his stride. It's hilarious - the animals have absolutely no clue what is going on. Here is a definate favovrite. The famed Kobayashi up against a Kodiak Bear in a food competition. Kobayashi is shoving his mouth full of hotdogs using his defined technique all the while the bear glances around and occasionaly swipes a handfull of hotdogs and stuffs them down with no effort. Classic.
Here is another classic.
In the following days I would like you to be aware of animals as you watch television or movies. On a semi-related note I would like you to tune into animal planet each superbowl for the famed "Doggy Bowl" to see dogs imposed into human settings. What you have in store for yourself is one of the most bizarre segments of television you will ever encounter.

Ant:

I am always willing to reward the risk taker ant. I will generally smash the black one carrying a fallen comrade back to be consumed, or the pest I can just barely feel tickling on my skin. Sometimes, however, I will find an ant riding my drapes as they blow in the breeze, hanging tight with all of his might. Not only would I feel guilty for slaying the fellow (Imagine surmounting Everest after weeks of arduous travel only to be swatted by the hand of Zeus) but they embody a spirit that I applaud. Be it a journey of hunger, conquest, merriment, straight up confusion, being lost, or whatever I think it is a cool idea. These ants are the Lewis and Clark of the insect world - please do not kill them.

Possibility:

I will just follow some thoughts out and draw some connections and branches.
What if U.F.O.'s are in fact time machines from the future. Humans from the future visiting to say "hello" and to observe. Many alien descriptions point to a highly advanced and evolved humanoid shape. I really enjoy listening to retro sci-fi themes.
I think that design can reflect the enviornment, which presumes that the common alien shape developed in a similar (if not more futuristic) setting. I find it interesting that someone might find an anime human attractive in the context of their drawn world, however if they were superimposed into reality they would find their features, such as the eyes, grossly out of proportion and disturbing.
I fear the existance of humongous world crushing beings, simply walking through the universe and destroying my planet like my hand waving through dust in the sunlight (It is incredibly difficult to catch dust in the sun, you need to let the dust find your hand, any quick movement to catch it will send it spiraling away out of your grasp because it is so miniscule and transient. This relationship is kind of similar to outrunning your shadow, your reflection in the mirror, and certain types of falling love) .
If one of these walking giants took out the earth on it's stroll what would happen to our ghosts? With earth destroyed would we just be all floating in space haunting the same space that once was? I do not fully believe in ghosts. I think the possibilty of finding like-sized humanoids within the entire scope of the universe would be true but unlikely. Imagine a space ship landing on a distant planet and failing to realize the lilliputian civilization at their feet while mistakingly looking for a handshake that will fit.
Lately I have been thinking frequently of black holes and they still scare me a lot.