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Friday, December 21, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
For Fernando...
last week , just as i was about to show up to my own pity party, I spoke as usual to one of the gentleman that does custodial duties at my school.
Usually its:
"hi, como estas?
"Bien, y tu? "
smiles.
But, the other evening i said,
"why am i still seeing you here!? i saw you early this morning....how long have you been working?"
He replies "i work from 7 to 12 everyday."
i say, "Well its way past 12--so go home!
He say "i work from 7 am to 12 AM, every day.
"ah!" i scream. "What about your family? i laugh."Your wife will leave you!"
he say "my wife. she already left me."
"ah!" i scold. "Because you work tooo much!"
"when she was home, i worked only 40 hrs a week...but since she left... "
"..ah..... oh...." i realize...
"aaaaha" he says "You understand. When i work...there is no time to think or feel or to be lonely.. there is just work."
this sound design homework is for you Fernando, whose wife left in June.
i hope soon to see you at work....less...and exploring a life that is yours...more.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
meditation doodle #.....
honesty.
honor.
honing.
ah: i normally don't blog about such things, but... the "bic z4 0.7mm" ink pen... good job bic...
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
excerpts and inspirations for "Analog"... a work in progress..
Matted Hair of woolen sunset haze! Feet bare on the earth, Tiny fist… full of sparklers…runs!!! she runs and plays
tag with the darkness.
And the night loves that woolen halo like a grandfather's love. From the porch smiling and rocking.
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She was hatched from a shape shifters egg, and the hand that
lifted her from it were not the hands of a shape shifter. She was marked with a
scent that turns mother birds away from
their babies. Marked with difference. She will be raised without wings and groomed
for a different work. Bye bye black
bird.
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