Low Level Flight.

Low Level Flight. A band who plays a song called Say. And it's obsession number two for the week.

Dear lord I'm on a kick with another song.

Go here. It's an amazing song. Contrary to what many people say, I love the video. I think it's an amazingly crafted piece of cinema. But, that's just me.

Post on photojournalism.

If I was ever asked to define why I do photojournalism in the simplest format I could, my response would be this photo:



Put simply, that is why I do this job.

My philosophy on photojournalism is abstract, and in some places incomplete. But what I do believe is that photojournalism is about taking The Picture. Capital letters, yes. In every moment, at every event, during every single rally, race, game, protest, disaster, birthday, there is an image. It's waiting to be discovered, and it defines everything that the event is. There is a photo, that when the shutter closes, you know is The Picture. And other shots are simply additive.

I also believe that photojournalists create moments for those that are not there. This may seem like a simple idea, perhaps even an obvious one. Those who were there may enjoy the novelty of seeing pictures of an event they were a part of, but the true audience is those people who were not a part of it. The task of a photojournalist is to immerse the viewer in the event, and to prove to the viewer that it was important. In order to do this a photographer must sometimes figuratively, and sometiles literally take a step back from the subject. This is not to say that The Picture isn't a close up of a discarded rose at a vigil, nor is it to say that a wide angle photo of the masses of people holding candles is The Photo. But simply that the photographer cannot know one way or the other unless a step is taken to see the event from the outside.

As a photojournalist I see it as my charge to find The Picture for every event I encounter. And, indeed, to define the world for those who are not here: those not at the event, and on a broader scale those who are yet to come.

This week in photos (Nine)

The first concept I'd like to discuss is that of a full time job. Full time students can kiss my ass. Get a job that requires you to work constantly and report mack to me about how hard your CH class is. All bitterness aside, I'm loving my new job. Though the stress this week was somewhat ridiculous, I feel quite accomplished in the work I've done this week. It's too soon to tell if I'll mess up the actual print product again (lets hope I don't). 7:00 is rolling in on the office, and the immediacy of an impending deadline is subdued at best. (That sentence was probably so rife with horrible language you're now devising methods to ruin my life) Hello Goodbye is playing in the background. Everyone is sitting, which is a sign of calm (If you're ever in the sagebrush at 11:56 and everyone is standing for some strange reason you'll know why.)

I shot a total of 16 assignments this week, which i see as a failing on my part. I shouldn't shoot that much. I should have other photographers that I utilize, which is the point of a student newspaper. Next week I hope to do fewer assignments and spend more time actually helping photographers.

Moving on to the photos of the week. There are a bunch. I'v actually narrowed it down as much as I can, so feel free to enjoy.

This week in photos (Eight)

I oficially attained the Photo Editorship of The Nevada Sagebrush this semester. It's a bit daunting, but I feel I can do the job well. I'll make ablog about my first week when it's over.

While that's in the works, here are some images and a couple of photo galleries with some of my photos in them.

Democratic Caucus

Republican Caucus

Review of Dexter.

Oh man. So I have found a new obsession. I don't encourage digital piracy, but I will say that both seasons of Dexter are available online in many places. This show has stolen my life for the past three or four days. I'm not sure how many days it's been because it's caused me to not sleep very often. The show has a masterfully crafted character development, and a plot the feels complete. It also helps that the cinematography is brilliant, and the score is amazing. Please, enjoy this show. It's the best 24 hour (12 episodes a season) media binge you'll ever encounter.

Link

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My thoughts on the Caucus.

Why do people assume that because Hillary has more "expirence" she is a better candidate for president? How does she even have more experience? Oh wait. She doesn't.

I absolutely hate being another one of "those" people, but for the love of god people, pay attention.

Obama: 7 years in the Illinois Senate and 3 years in the U.S. Senate.
Hillary: 7 years in the U.S. Senate.

I'm not going to lift Obama on a pedestal here. I just want to say that They are suprisingly similar people. They stand for the same principles and beliefs.

As for who you think should be president, that's a personal choice. None of you should decide to vote for Obama just because I post a bulletin saying you should. What you should do is try to look past the rhetoric and look to see who you would want to represent you and your nation to the world. Either Obama or Hillary will be good at what they do. They both have concrete plans and the will to lead. I just want you to read, learn, and most importantly: participate in the caucus on saturday.

Spread this image. I made it a while ago. I feel it's an important message.

Epic song.

Want to be uplifted? Go Here and download the mp3. It's nice. In a weird kind of way.

Echoes.

As I lay down to sleep, sometimes I find myself unable to calm my mind. I lay in the darkness as my body falls off to sleep, my mind racing on. In this state I hear echoes. I've learned in my brief courtship with psychology that memory is tied intricately with all of the senses. Yet I'm never able to remember conversations clearly enough to pull them back from my mind. I wonder if that's normal sometimes. It's actually quite a problem in arguments. But when I'm in this between state of awareness I hear memories. Echoes. Never full phrases. Perhaps two or three words. And they're not related in any way. It's not like the word bunny leads to a voice saying carrot. It's completely out of my control, which also scares me. It reminds me of the random neuron firing theory of dreams. Where the brain fires strangely during sleep, and the mind organizes it. But that's not what this is.

I'm awake.

And the voices are people I know. That's another thing, I don't remember voices. It's almost as if these disconnected words and voices are the echoes of memories that never fully anchored themselves. I know that when a sound is heard, the mind can play it back a few times before it fades. But these are clear as day. They jump. One after another. Through time. I can feel myself trying to make sense of them sometimes, which is odd. I am listening. I am also generating these thoughts. And I'm also trying to make sense of them. But I'm only conscious of the listening part. These echoes remind me of being deep in a tunnel. I hear a sound, but don't know where it's coming from. Or walking down a street, and hearing footsteps behind me. Only realizing that they are my footsteps echoed off of a wall giving the impression of someone behind me. These echoes are my ties to memory. Something I have precious little of.

Another blog without focus.

I need some structure. If you look at my posts they've been getting progressively of a lesser quality and more flighty in consistiency. But. All that aside, I'll continue posting random shit till I get some direction.

First: does anyone have a calculator they do not want? It doesn't have to work. Sculpture is brewing in my head.

Second: Fuck Indecline. Fuck them so hard. I'm not even going to link them. I'm sure this paragraph gives them more publicity than it should, but perhaps something will get done. If anyone will go with me I want to drive around town and paint over their already illegal graffiti and paste ups because they revolt me. I'm serious. We'll find these fuckers and park a bit away and paint over them. Fuck. Maybe even alter them to look like:

Seriously. I want to do this.

Third: A sad little graphic I made one day:


Fourth: Dexter is awesome.

Fifth: I want calculators.