photo journalism project for foothill photo 1 - spr 2005.  ikebana festival in san francisco.  kodak tri-x 400 - printed on ilford multigrade 4.

self-portrait project for foothill college photo 1, spr 2005.  kodak tri-x 400 - printed on ilford multigrade 4.

ok george, i know you've been asking me to put my stuff online, so here it goes.

self-portrait of feet for "light and form" project - foothill photo 1,
spr 2005. tri-x 400 - printed on ilford mg 4.  push-processed and
over-printed.

that's it!  i officially quit.  after saturday night, i'm not
playing poker again for the rest of the calendar year.  yeah, i
know, it's not that long, but with the frequency that i play these
days, it'll be quite a few games missed.  it'll be like 40 days of
lent, but in november and december.

i've been meaning to quit for some time, but since i never really tell
anyone, i never stick to it.  i figure if i post it here, at least
someone can help stay accountable.  i'd say i've only been playing
for a little over a year now, but i can't imagine how many hours i've
spent at this game.  at some point you gotta say,  "enough is
enough."  too much time spent, too many times getting frustrated,
too often seeing other people get angry or dejected, too many freaking
cards in my face!

so from this saturday i quit til jan. 1.  what happens then? 
who knows?  but til then, i need some help. sooooo ...

canaan homies - don't let me play at the house games, or even the mini 4-player games we used to do.
dave - don't let me play at the stanford games.
dan - don't let me play at the family games.
doo-doo - don't let me play at the work games or the life group games.
anyone else - don't let me even pretend play just with cards face up.

are there any other outs i'm not counting?  keep me away of
them.  i'll allow myself to watch and deal, but as far as playing,
i'm done.

i feel pressure, mostly self-made, to update. it's been a while.

a couple weeks ago i was driving home around midnight.  as i was
turning right from page mill onto deer creek,  i saw the most
brilliant, white-hot shooting star.  it was almost as if God was
scratching his fingernail against the night sky, opening up heaven for
a brief second.  it's moments like these that the brain pauses,
takes a photograph.
soon afterward, my eye caught another image - to the side of the road,
two horses. while a common sight in my trips home from work three or
four times a week, i don't think i've ever seen them out this
late.  adding to the oddity, these animals were not merely
standing around, nimbling on the grass as i often find them. 
instead, they were playfully necking each other, kicking up dust under
the streetlights.
continuing on my way, up the hill, and left towards home, my mind was
still working on that last image, when a doe quickly darted across the
street, bounding over the median and into the bushes, followed closely
by a stag.

minutes later and finally home, i was making the short walk from the
carport to the backdoor.  in the chill dark, i could see my
parents in the brightly lit living room, sitting on a fifteen year-old
couch, sharing a life together.

this is the obligatory, and seemingly ubiquitous, "it's been a long time since my last post" post.

guy walks up to the cashier, and before he can even say anything, she
says, "small fries and a big mac."  he replies, "you got
me."  to which i ask, "you been doing this a while?"

"yeah, a couple times, sometimes i get a mcchicken, sometimes i get a coke, sometimes a sundae."

"ah, mixing it up i see."

"yeah, this time she happened to guess right.  i've been trying to figure out when this ends, but she won't tell me."

"i think it stops may 1st."

"i see, yeah, this can't go on for too long."

"yeah ... alright man, i'll probably see you around next time."

ah, who knew a free big mac after 10pm with any purchase could bring the world together?

so catchy man

this ish, is bananas,
b, a-n-a-n-a-s

cuz i ain't no holla back girl,
i ain't no holla back girl.

hey buddy,

class is supposed to be a monologue, not a dialogue.  stop
answering all the rhetorical questions that the instructors asks - such
as, "everyone understand?" and "makes sense, right?".  those
questions aren't supposed to be answered, so stop saying, "yes" and
"right", after each of them.  and stop commenting after every
interesting fact or conclusion the instructor makes.  learn to
keep your answers to yourself.  there's over 100 other people in
the class, and no one really cares what you have to say.  you must
be an only child because your parents never made you eat a can of
campbell's "shut up" soup.

ah, stress relief.  seriously, class should be a monologue, unless
it's a discussion section, or a small seminar.  once the class
gets above 20 students, it's a lecture; let the instructor do 90% of
the speaking.

for anybody that remembers, windsong was on jay leno tonight during the
"battle of the sexes" segment.  they usually repeat leno episodes
a couple nights later at like 3am if you want to catch it.  (man,
it's not a good thing that i know that.)