Friday, March 30, 2007

Project V.X i

I spent a few hours in the Dumke Studio in the basement of the Art+Arch. Center. I shot 121 pictures. This was a very good experiment for lighting and digital and the ability to withstand the heat building up in a room with no air circulation.
On the way to the studio Ambrosia, Moses & I all bought Dr. Pepper and so I decidedd we should shoot it.
I had brought a bunch of old books from the house I am sitting. I really want to read Crime and Punishment.
Ambrosia has a very nice body and a very pretty face. I could probably pap here all day
Sometimes I wish I had a twin. I but even more so I wish I could operate the camera with my mind.
"I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissist,I simply like to watch myself exist..."- Sage Francis

Monday, March 26, 2007

Professors

This is a list of Professors and Aids, from the University of Utah, that I have had. Those I bold I liked. All others I did not care for. Italicized Classes are some of my favorite.

Fall 2005
ESSF 1745 Swing Dance
Instructor: WILDING, P.
HIST 1700 American Civilization
Instructor: REEVE, W. P.
HIST 1700 American Civilization
Instructor: HANSHEW, A. E.
LEAP 1100 Leap
Instructor: KOFORD, J. K.
PSY 1010 General Psychology
Instructor: DODD, D. H.
WRTG 2010 Intermediate Writing
Instructor: SALMONS, L. A.

Spring 2006
ART 1030 Non-major Painting
Instructor: KONOPASEK, Lenka
COMM 1270 Analysis Of Argument
Instructor: HASIAN, Marouf A. J.
COMM 1270 Analysis Of Argument
Instructor: ARNELL, Aubrey. K.
COMM 1500 Intro Mass Communication
Instructor: FISHER, James (Jimbo)
ESSF 1057 Yoga/Pilates Elementary
Instructor: ALONSO, J. L.
ESSF 1550 Mountain Biking
Instructor: CHILLSON, Mark E.
LEAP 1101 Definitions of Other
Instructor: KOFORD, J. K.
NUTR 1020 Sci Fndtn Nutr & Health
Instructor: JALILI, T.
WRTG 1060 Methods Tech Libr Rsrch
Instructor: SVEINBJORNSSON, A.

Fall 2006
COMM 1530 Basic Photography
Instructor: JONES, Kerry. W.
COMM 1610 Intro to News Writing
Instructor: MANGUN, Kimberly
GERM 1010 Beg German I
Instructor: SPIERS, Ryan. M.
PH TX 2700 Common Medicines
Instructor: FLECKENSTEIN, A. E.

Spring 2007
ART 3720 Photo Studies II
Instructor: WRIGHT, Fred
ARTH 2500 Intro Art History
Instructor: KARL, A.
GERM 1020 Beg German II
Instructor: WEBSTER, Elizabeth (Beth)
MATH 1090 Coll Alg Bus/Soc Sci
Instructor: NOVOM, David A.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

One & Twenty Days

1830 S 300 E Salt Lake City.
This is where I am living for the next three weeks while I sit on the house. It is a very nice house in the west of Sugarhouse. The sound system in the living-room can be heard in every room. It is the kind of house where a dinner part should be thrown. I am concidering having one.
Springbreak has finished and it is back to the daily grind of University, Work, and Hausaufgabe. Soon I will have prints of break pictures. We start studio work this week in photography. I think i will bring oddities form the house here to shoot.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

They Headed Out West...

We woke at seven a.m. in three different locations. Trey was in Papa Jack's Condo at 96th. S.Chris Vincent woke on the second floor of the Vincent Manor next to Frasier, a white-medium sized dog with a large head, who just looked up from the floor. I woke to the tuba's boh-boh-boh-boh I receive from the Windsor Mexicans.

Chris gets into his Hyundai, drives to Papa Jack's, Trey gets in and they head north for 30 mins to the 851 Riviera where I await their arrival.

We go to our local Maverick and load up on food stuffs and water.

The West Desert of Utah is a very interesting place. A vast amount of nothing on top of a vast amount of nowhere. We went to find ourselves.

109 miles west of Salt Lake City there is the edge of the state and a city on the border of lame and boring. Our destination is not that far west.

We depart with food and drink. Listening to the music stylings of Thom Yorke, Fear Before the March of Flames, Rouge Wave, Crystal Skulls, and many other choices of good music. Trey had slept only two hours the night before. Chris had gotten a solid ten. I only four, laundry had to be done because of the plans I had after the trip, and I was having a good time with the long board design. Trey, sitting in front, falls in to a semi-deep sleep. He twitches a bit while we drive for dreams he must be having.

We drive far, keeping at a speed that will give us the best gas mileage. 65mph. Yeah, Chris loves to drive under the speed limit. We enter "Dragon Country", the sun is high but not at its highest. The clouds are thin but grey with storm. The road mirages away at somewhere near 11 a.m. It is like the road will never end and it never began, we are just driving on a floating treadmill of road.

A Metaphor pops out of the ground at our right. We stop , as if in emergency, to survey the area. The Tree is large but three of its leaves have fallen to the ground. I doesn't need water to grow, but it can never grow anymore. It is dead, but it is Our tree, as in the people of Utah, it is their tree.

We decide that the tree will not provide us with the Spice-melange of Utah's Arrakis.
Fifteen minutes later we fill on our petrol and continue driving. We have to head east for a while more if we want to reach the middle of nowhere, since we were already nowhere at all.

We reach the middle and get out. It is a lake of salt water. The shores are white. if you were to drown in this lake you would be preserved. We decide to walk on the outer edge of the salt and head north to the mountain range. We didn't have any hallucinatory drugs to help us in our journey to become men.

We walk at a normal pace toward the distant mountain range. The earth curves at the horizon, the mountains seem to never get any closer, the car doesn't look like we have really left it. We walked some more. The sun is twice as deadly as it is in normal conditions. the salty beaches reflect the sun at almost twice what it beats down on you at. We find many holes of standing water. The ground feels as if we are walking on a frozen lake, it even looks as if we are on a frozen lake, but the physical properties and temperature prove that it is not.

Imagine a Killer Whale, a Giant Squid, or a Great White Salt Lake Shark pushing through the thin layer of salt in the middle of nowhere. We all had one or the other on our mind. We didn't even know how far we had travelled, we would have been dead out there, the glistening red of fresh blood soaking into the bright digital white of the salt flats.

We decide that we should turn around before Trey gets naked and has a heat stroke. The clouds have cleared for the most part, but off in the distance we can see a dark gray of a storm cloud. We find the car and drive up an asphalt road into the mountains which we have never seen. 23 miles till the next location. up up up. I put my upper half out of the sun roof for the down hill. we reach speeds of 65 mph no petrol at all. I stayed out the top for the way back up after we stopped coasting. 80 mph. the wind almost stole my glasses.

Back at the highest point of the road Trey and I grab the long boards to head down the hill back to the flats. no beef cows for us. the hill got us going at speeds near 40 mph but halfway down you were neither connected to the board or coming off of it, you just couldn't move at all. magnetized.

Chris Vincent picked us up at the bottom, we needed more food and Wendover was the closest place for foodery. Shittiest town ever. They don't have a Taco Bell. You can't even call it a city because it doesn't have a Taco Bell.

We decided that having no food tax is nice but we should head home. We stop 3o miles out side of S.L.C. at a place called Molly's Nipple. The wildlife and Gravity tried to kill us once we reached the top of the rock, which juts out of the desert.

The trip home make us happy. "It is nice to have something to comeback to," says Vincent, "I like that going somewhere else makes me like the place I just came from. We three men returned to the Valley of Salt unscathed, bearded and tan. Men.

There will be pictures once I develop them.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Spring 2006 : Winter :: Spring 2007 : Spring

Last year at this time I was having what I like to call "Winter Break 2" because there was 2 feet of new snow outside my window. This year I just have tubas and mariachi bands outside my window.

RJ+ in my bed every night.


This year has been amazing in a different way. I am excited for the next few months.
I have a much larger bed. I have a Apt. I have spent more time with the writings of the dead then I have spent with the living.

Monday, March 12, 2007

The Smells of My Childhood.




Coffee & Cigarettes.

The sound of a coffee pot is one I know too well. Since childhood I have hear the boiling of water inside Mr.Coffee causing the water to go up the tube into the coffee bean grounds. It then seeps through the grounds taking its brown goodness with it. Seeping through the off-white filter turning it a dirty, off-white brown. The juice of the grounds and water drip steadily into the slightly discolored glass of the Mr.Coffee pot, filling it just below the twelve mark. The boiling water sputters and spats, it is almost out of water, while trying to get the last drop up to the top to drip into the pot.
Silence........ the last drop has dripped through and the liquid levels out.

The "Hot Lemon Lover" and "#1 Dad" mugs out of the white cupboards and are set on yellow-tan tile counters. Lemon Lover gets 2 teaspoons of granulated sugar in the black coffee. #1 Dad gets the same with a bit of half&half. Lemon Lover takes the coffee to #1 Dad and hands him the coffee. He grabs the pack of Marlboro lights 100 off of the dark coffee table and head to the porch.

The sunny and slightly overcast Spring morning has a wonderful air to it. #1 Dad lights up a cigarette and you both stand there and drink your coffee and look upon the outside world. That same smell that you have known since you were a child waves from the tip of the 100 and floats directly toward your nostrals. Back in the day you didn't even notice the smell on your clothes or in your hair. Also, back in the day, #1 Dad got asthma from being in your house and his eye were irritated. Now he is the one lighting up and sucking down. (when you drive around it seems like he constantly has one in his hand and the tip is always near the cracked window.)

The day is good. Caffeine for you. Nicotine and Caffeine for him.

Through out the day you drink the pot of coffee down to half a cup of now light brown water. He has smoked a few cigarettes.

These are the times that remind me of my childhood. I know that I haven't lived a full life, but I am at the point where childhood is slightly fading from my memory. #1 Dad and I have been friends for fifteen years. Nothing has really changed between us, it has been more so around us, or of us.

Times like these take me back to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings I went to with my mother(I was a child and didn't have another place to be or people to see) so I joined her. They are good meetings. There is always two or three coffee pots brewing while the people of the meeting, stand, state their names and that they are Alcoholics. They tell life stories and mistakes and everyone is there for them. Every one seems to smoke because they are under some form of stress or I guess it is something to do while listening to the formerly Anonymous person speaking.

I can not tell you the countless stories I heard as a young boy that helped me shape who I am today. Those smells of Coffee & Cigarettes are a remind of who I am now and of a childhood past.

I am glad that I have had such events -then & now- and that there will be many more life lessons learned and remembered and smelt.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Capture the Damage

I have been listening to tons more music than I usually do. It could be that I have an addiction to buying collections of music. but i think the 2 biggest factors are that I have a 320gb external and I do a radio show on Friday morning at KUTE

Then again there is always good music coming out and I have friends that all listen to different music but we all have our favorite styles.