Stolen articles, intoxicating particles.
Time for a weekly submission. Other than last night, this week has gone by swimmingly. David and I put up our video "A Tall Tale..." on youtube.com and it already has nearly 1500 hits. Thanks, to those who watched and enjoyed. We make those things for you. If you didn't see it, but would like to, here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pD0vON0fbjQ
I strongly urge you to share it once you've seen it though. There will be more of these on the web as soon as we start getting them compressed for web use.
I saw "The Real Dirt On Farmer John" last wednesday and it was pretty awesome. A majority of the film was told through stock footage of this farmer's life. What was weird was how well this stock footage was taken AND how convenient it was for the camera to be rolling during the most important moments of this man's life.
It was tyson's birthday last tuesday, so we thought we'd take him out last night for his first legal bar experience. We went to the hong kong bar for a drink and then we made our way to the kat wok for some rug cutting. I had a shot with my friend megan and then we made our way to the rug cutting station. I took off my coat due to the heat and I was turned around for no more than 3 minutes before it was stolen. Let's have a moment of silence for my favorite coat.............
Now you're right, it is "just a coat," but I think I'm just more upset at myself. It just seems like I'm usually very protective of my things, but lately I've been more careless and cavalier with the things I own...grrrr..Today I'll call the kat wok and hope that I just misplaced it.
Reckon it's that time again:
The Snowball Jury Part V:
The Guest
It was difficult to keep track of the days that passed. The snow would occasionally stop, but then pick up again. I thought in bursts, constantly trying to keep my mind occupied during those long bleached days. Most of my thoughts revolved around my father and the last time I saw him. We were at the cabin one year and running low on firewood. My father went out to split more, but he never returned. I stayed in the cabin by myself that night and in the morning I walked the trail back to our truck. I taught myself how to drive that day. My mother cried for months when dad was never found.
During a moment of ceased snowfall, I forced myself outside to take survey of the area. Four-feet of snow blocked the door, but I pushed my way through. This is where I met Felix. No more than three-feet tall and made of snow, Felix stopped me in my tracks. I didn’t recall ever building him. “Hello,” I said, “Would you care to come in?”
No. It’s too warm in there.
“Of course,” I said. So I picked him up and placed him on the windowsill, opening the window to enjoy a conversation. I sat on a log next to the fire and stared at Felix. His eyes seemed to be buttons and his mouth, always smiling, was formed with small rocks.
You’ve been here a while. Haven’t you?
“Yes. I don’t know if it has been days, weeks, or months. It is hard to measure time when day is as dark as night,” I explained.
Two months, 11 days, 8 hours, and 12 seconds.
“You’ve been counting,” I said.
Felix told me that he had been watching me for quite sometime and that I was becoming less and less like myself. At this, I picked up my pocketknife and released its blade. In the reflection, a man stared at me. A slim figured man with a ratty beard and sucked in cheeks. He looked haggard as he gazed at me with bloodshot eyes.
What have you been eating?
“I started with big rations,” I said, “but for a while, I’ve been limiting myself to a handful of trail mix per day. I also boil snow for water and make pine needle tea to break the monotony.”
You’ll be able to fish and forage when the snow melts.
“I’ll also be able to leave and go home, Felix,” I said. His rocky smile seemed inappropriate.
Time ticked by, as time does, and I found companionship with Felix. As I slept, he waited on my windowsill with his skinny arms outstretched. When I woke up we spoke about the crash of EcoTech and my self-admittance to the Glen. I told him about Samantha and Jillian, about my lawyer, and about two-faced Dr. Robinson. Out of firewood, I built him models of towns I visited, and trips I went on, and he just stared with his round button eyes.
I strongly urge you to share it once you've seen it though. There will be more of these on the web as soon as we start getting them compressed for web use.
I saw "The Real Dirt On Farmer John" last wednesday and it was pretty awesome. A majority of the film was told through stock footage of this farmer's life. What was weird was how well this stock footage was taken AND how convenient it was for the camera to be rolling during the most important moments of this man's life.
It was tyson's birthday last tuesday, so we thought we'd take him out last night for his first legal bar experience. We went to the hong kong bar for a drink and then we made our way to the kat wok for some rug cutting. I had a shot with my friend megan and then we made our way to the rug cutting station. I took off my coat due to the heat and I was turned around for no more than 3 minutes before it was stolen. Let's have a moment of silence for my favorite coat.............
Now you're right, it is "just a coat," but I think I'm just more upset at myself. It just seems like I'm usually very protective of my things, but lately I've been more careless and cavalier with the things I own...grrrr..Today I'll call the kat wok and hope that I just misplaced it.
Reckon it's that time again:
The Snowball Jury Part V:
The Guest
It was difficult to keep track of the days that passed. The snow would occasionally stop, but then pick up again. I thought in bursts, constantly trying to keep my mind occupied during those long bleached days. Most of my thoughts revolved around my father and the last time I saw him. We were at the cabin one year and running low on firewood. My father went out to split more, but he never returned. I stayed in the cabin by myself that night and in the morning I walked the trail back to our truck. I taught myself how to drive that day. My mother cried for months when dad was never found.
During a moment of ceased snowfall, I forced myself outside to take survey of the area. Four-feet of snow blocked the door, but I pushed my way through. This is where I met Felix. No more than three-feet tall and made of snow, Felix stopped me in my tracks. I didn’t recall ever building him. “Hello,” I said, “Would you care to come in?”
No. It’s too warm in there.
“Of course,” I said. So I picked him up and placed him on the windowsill, opening the window to enjoy a conversation. I sat on a log next to the fire and stared at Felix. His eyes seemed to be buttons and his mouth, always smiling, was formed with small rocks.
You’ve been here a while. Haven’t you?
“Yes. I don’t know if it has been days, weeks, or months. It is hard to measure time when day is as dark as night,” I explained.
Two months, 11 days, 8 hours, and 12 seconds.
“You’ve been counting,” I said.
Felix told me that he had been watching me for quite sometime and that I was becoming less and less like myself. At this, I picked up my pocketknife and released its blade. In the reflection, a man stared at me. A slim figured man with a ratty beard and sucked in cheeks. He looked haggard as he gazed at me with bloodshot eyes.
What have you been eating?
“I started with big rations,” I said, “but for a while, I’ve been limiting myself to a handful of trail mix per day. I also boil snow for water and make pine needle tea to break the monotony.”
You’ll be able to fish and forage when the snow melts.
“I’ll also be able to leave and go home, Felix,” I said. His rocky smile seemed inappropriate.
Time ticked by, as time does, and I found companionship with Felix. As I slept, he waited on my windowsill with his skinny arms outstretched. When I woke up we spoke about the crash of EcoTech and my self-admittance to the Glen. I told him about Samantha and Jillian, about my lawyer, and about two-faced Dr. Robinson. Out of firewood, I built him models of towns I visited, and trips I went on, and he just stared with his round button eyes.