Friday, December 18, 2009

Portraits


"Muffins"

                                                                    "The Last Supper"

"Cat on a String"

Monday, November 30, 2009

Monday, November 9, 2009

Who I am.

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For it to be possible to tell you who I am, you would have had to be there for every time I laughed. A laugh is the gateway to all that I have ever known, all that I ever loved, and all that I respect. One might argue that tears are more revealing, but I believe that laughs are much easier to open up about and share. Almost every laugh is unique and special to someone.
A small boy sat on the stool by his wise grandmother at the piano.
“Sing that song about mommy and Santa!” the boy requested.
“Okay,” she said as she smiled and pulled out the sheet music. She already knew the song, but she knew that the boy liked to see the music and words. She was so patient with him in every way.
As she started playing she sang softly to him:
I Saw mommy kissing Santa Clause,
Underneath the mistletoe last night…
When the grandma poked the small boy on the nose he grinned with her and laughed, “Again, Again!”
Laughs learn to cry and to tread softly. There are times to laugh and times to cry, and part of growing up is knowing when to laugh and when to cry.
A grown boy was floating on an inter-tube on a river that ran through the underwater caves in Belize. The cave was illuminated by the openings in ceiling and from the headlamps attached to the touring group. The current was slow and swift like the tone of an Indian’s voice telling a great story by the fire. Next to the boy was his brother’s friend who made him laugh and liked to sing everything, even though sometimes he was tone deaf.
The brother’s friend was cradling his headlamp like a safety blanket, flickering it quickly to the darkest spots in the cave. Just before the grown boy was going to ask the brother’s friend he floated by to hear him sing to himself:
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine...
Let is shine, let it shine…
The groan boy laughed, not at him, but for him.
Life is funny. When you think you don’t know where the next step is, or how the slump will finally turn around, life just pops up right in front of you and makes you think: wow, there it is.
A young man now stands in a choir of over one hundred peers, equals, friends, before family, and admirers.
 The director started moving his hands, and with them the voices of the one hundred strong. The song was so strong and structured; the young man could almost see vivid colors:
If you would mourn me, and bring me to god,
Sing me a requiem, sing me to heaven.
The last chord stuck and let go with the director’s hands… The young man laughed.
Give me the foothold on man and women’s greatest quest: to find answers. You will never know me, but you can understand me. I am someone who has so many fingers but no flute. I have yet to laugh at life’s greatest jest: What will I do for the rest of my life? Put a flute in my hand and I promise you I will write a symphony. Give me the punch line to my life, I want to laugh.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Familiar


"Closed"

"Family, Love, Music"



"The Last Door"

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Friday, October 30, 2009

Pyramids of Tulum





A couple of years ago I went on a family cruise to parts of Latin America. As one of the tours, we went to Tulum, a ruined Mayan city perched on a grassy cliff overlooking the Caribbean. When I was walking around the city, our tour guide showed us this pyramid of worship in the ruins of Tulum.


He told me that there is a special time of the year that the Mayans calculated the position of the sun to hit this pyramid directly through a very small hole in the structure.

This creates a beam of light to shine through to signify the descending god that's depicted and still distinguishable today on the pyramid.

The sight is said to be humbling to behold. I really hope to go back someday to see it. I was only able to imagine the event and it struck my curiosity, so I post this in hopes of striking yours.


This is me with the pyramids and the ruined city behind me. Some of the buildings still have paint visible on the stones from over hundreds of years ago...


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

I have a bad feeling about this...

For those who do not understand Star Wars:

Watch all the movies.
Yes, all of them.
Watch all of the movies from the beginning to end.
As in: Episode I, Episode II, Episode III, Episode IV, Episode V, Episode VI, and if you are really good you can watch the bonus material documentary...

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY

Read the little preamble in the beginning of each episode.
It's important.


Here's some key words to look up beforehand to understand what's going on in the story:
  • Senate
  • Empire
  • Republic
  • Separatists
  • Federation
  • Chancellor
  • Apprentice
  • Negotiations
  • Rebellion
  • Parsec
  • Light-speed
Thank you.
May the force be with you.

Friday, October 16, 2009

This is probably fake corn but I enjoy eating it anyway.



Corn. Corn. Corn.

This story, if you actually read it through, proposes interesting concepts, but the source is unfortunately untrustworthy, which really disappoints me...

If you read that article in the above link there is a really good short story to follow up on that below.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009