Coffin and Keys.

So the secret society on campus, Coffin and Keys, released their first little newsletter today. It was oddly interesting. Hinting at some things here and there.

They also put a shirt on Mackay.

Bean.

It could be Enders Shadow, or it could be genuine emotion. But my mind has always found some deep connection between the literature it's reading and its own reality. (I always connect the book I'm reading to my life). I feel like a first grader thrown into a third grade classroom. I have the latent undeveloped skill. Yeah I'll develop the skills needed; but taking on a position like this, I feel like I should already have more of this stuff down.

I felt like a child stumbling through the office today. I was like a fly. I didn't have a job. I wasn't being taught anything. Inverted mask layers? Double what? Cutline vs. caption? Soundslides, what pixel stroke? I missed a meeting. The paper is done.

Everyone is nice enough, very nice indeed. But I'm a whole flight of stairs behind the pack. And when they're busy, I'm just a kid twirling in an office chair.

Presidents and failed plans.

First the president part! Here is an image of President Bill Clinton! Horah! (that I took)


Now onto the failed plans.

It seems I'm incapable of completing projects. I got like halfway done with my mural/ large painting and now it's in my garage. I have nowhere to put it once I leave my house, so it's going to become trash. It's sort of sad. But I guess it's a lesson to be learned: Finish your fucking ideas.

Anyhow. I need to pack my house (room) over the next couple of days. I also need transportation from my house to the dorms on the 22nd if anyone can oblige.

Alright, I swear these posts will beget some wit in the near future. I'm noticing a severe lack of that, probably something to do with oil prices... You see? That was a horrible joke. I need to work on this...

New project.

Although I dissagree with Anarchists on many points, I find that they have a certain beauty about them. Their ideas are elgant. And their actions have a certain deliberateness about them. It may not come as a suprise to any of you that the subject in my last blog's photos is an anarchist. The photos were intended to document his (and my by consequence) journey to an art site.

I want to shadow anarchists. I want to get to know the beauty of their actions and document them not as monstrous men and women bent on destruction, but as human beings looking for a place to live in complete freedom.

So if you know any anarchists in reno, let me know.

The ground was like paper.

It was as if one could have written an entire life onto the ground for all to see. It curled up as if burned under the desert sun, fell flat beneath our feet with a satisfying crunch that let us know we had been there first.

The art (most of it anyways) on the walls in these photos was created by artists other than myself.

The origin of life.

Mankind is an infinitely complex species. Our minds are great labyrinths of which we know very little. Our bodies are extensions of this complex grouping of matter. Our bodies exist so cohesively with the mind that we see ourselves as what has been placed outside of ourselves, our faces, our clothes. My thoughts race through neural pathways to language centers who translate these thoughts, which send signals to my fingers, who then precisely tap out a rhythm of code that is then received by other humans to read.

What drives the mind? Where is that life spark? How is it possible that after a big bang occurred, random molecules came together to form the universe as we know it? How can an infinitely long string of naturally occurring coincidences lead to free choice? It can't. And that is my only hope for god.

Two opposing theories.

Bang. "Let there be light."
The universe exists. "darkness was upon the face of the deep"

Particles coalesce into atoms and stars. "Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters"

Planets form around stars. "Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear."

These planets rotate around their stars. "Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to separate the day from the night"

Life is born in the seas. "Let the waters bring forth swarms of living creatures"
Life moves to land. "Let the earth bring forth living creatures according to their kinds; cattle and creeping things and beasts of the earth according to their kinds."

Man is born. "Let us make man in our image, after our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth."

Matter is now sentient, able to make independent decisions. "God finished his work which he had done, and he rested"

One day. the stories of creation will merge as one. In all great arguments, compromise has always won. Nature vs nurture. Virginia plan. string theory. There are many. Religion and science are approaching one another ever slowly.

Some pictures from Corpus Christi.

Music memories.

In my second late night blog, I'm going to suggest to you that you look deep into your archive of pirated music and select some music you used to listen to many years ago and then go to where you used to listen to it. Go to your middle school, go back to your old hangouts. And I want to hear how it felt. Honestly even if you just listen and reminisce... It's a stirring experience.

*Edit*
In fact, listen to it without headphones, not on your ipod, not in your car. If you can, listen to it on your cd player that's been forgotten.

*Edit II*

Fuck. My heart hurts. Be careful what you choose to listen to. Fuck. Maybe this was a bad idea.

When we were kids...

It's a simple prefix to a sentence that leaves me empty. When we were kids, we used to play football in the yard with all the cousins. When we were kids we were inseparable. When we were kids we would talk about everything. When we were kids You were one of my best friends. When we were kids we were the oldest, and that was cool. When we were kids. You weren't married. You didn't have a kid.

Time is moving along, and times of simplicity, of being best friends with your cousin for the week you were on vacation was possible are fading away. Flash friends. I hope someone else knows what I'm talking about.

We'd meet and we'd talk and we were best friends for the week of vacation. then we'd leave and not talk for a year. But that's done.