i got lots and lots of photographer friends...and not one of them even remotely influenced my photography... sonnavab*#@$!
10.29.2008
lotsa friends
i got lots and lots of photographer friends...and not one of them even remotely influenced my photography... sonnavab*#@$!
10.28.2008
the future (shet, napukaw! apay ngay?)
i had this well written (ahem) post yesterday. didn't finish it. saved it as draft. then the friggin' thing just vanished! what the (bleep)! it takes a lifetime for anything to "load" but it only takes a blink of an eye for something to disappear. technology. internet. i swear.
***
and i can't re-write it. that would be stupid. because i hate repeating myself. really, i do. i do hate repeating myself. i hate, i hate, i hate repeating myself. i hate it with passion. and just to stress the point, let me just say it again - i hate repeating myself.
oh wait... have i told you guys i hate repeating myself? yeah, i thought so.
***
speaking of technology, i remember this thing i read a couple of years back. something written by some futurist. he has this theory on evolution. that someday man (and i'm talking about our physical structure here) would evolve into something like a letter "Q."
yep.
regardless if you're male of female, we'd all be composed of three main parts, namely:
:: the round body that'll hold your brain, your face, all your organs and whatnots...etc, etc...
:: a poop chute for excretion
:: and a limb/ finger to push buttons
we won't need feet because we'd all be moving around aboard ultramobile segways. we don't need mouths either because we'd all be communicating telepahically. and we won't be needing hands too because we'd be moving things around with our minds.
which brings me to this theory: since i look somewhat like a letter "Q" now, is it possible that i am just a glitch in the human evolutionary spectrum? that the "me" you're seeing now, this gorgeous being, this thing of symmetry and beauty... is the look of the future.
hoorray for the future!
now if i can just move this pencil telepathically. move, pencil... move... move...arghhh!!! MOOOOVE!!! okay, i just had an aneurysm.
***
if we communicate telepathically... then i wouldn't have to type anything, like this friggin' blog post, for example. and like that stupid blog post multiply lost yesterday. then i wouldn't have to re-write posts or repeat myself ever again, right? because.. let me just say this one thing... i hate repeating myself. there. just in case i haven't told you guys yet.
ciao "Q" people.
***
and i can't re-write it. that would be stupid. because i hate repeating myself. really, i do. i do hate repeating myself. i hate, i hate, i hate repeating myself. i hate it with passion. and just to stress the point, let me just say it again - i hate repeating myself.
oh wait... have i told you guys i hate repeating myself? yeah, i thought so.
***
speaking of technology, i remember this thing i read a couple of years back. something written by some futurist. he has this theory on evolution. that someday man (and i'm talking about our physical structure here) would evolve into something like a letter "Q."
yep.
regardless if you're male of female, we'd all be composed of three main parts, namely:
:: the round body that'll hold your brain, your face, all your organs and whatnots...etc, etc...
:: a poop chute for excretion
:: and a limb/ finger to push buttons
we won't need feet because we'd all be moving around aboard ultramobile segways. we don't need mouths either because we'd all be communicating telepahically. and we won't be needing hands too because we'd be moving things around with our minds.
which brings me to this theory: since i look somewhat like a letter "Q" now, is it possible that i am just a glitch in the human evolutionary spectrum? that the "me" you're seeing now, this gorgeous being, this thing of symmetry and beauty... is the look of the future.
hoorray for the future!
now if i can just move this pencil telepathically. move, pencil... move... move...arghhh!!! MOOOOVE!!! okay, i just had an aneurysm.
***
if we communicate telepathically... then i wouldn't have to type anything, like this friggin' blog post, for example. and like that stupid blog post multiply lost yesterday. then i wouldn't have to re-write posts or repeat myself ever again, right? because.. let me just say this one thing... i hate repeating myself. there. just in case i haven't told you guys yet.
ciao "Q" people.
10.23.2008
so... (more updates)
... we've been having a couple of rehearsals here and there. nothing serious. sporadic at best.
... i can't believe we (all four of us) still fart (a lot) during practices. it's hard. but it's part of the adjustment period, i guess. imagine all four of us in a seven square-meter, low-ceiling room with poor ventilation, then someone suddenly lets a rip.all hell breaks loose.
the weird thing about farting? it's contagious. like yawning. someone farts then another farts five minutes later. then every three minutes after that. the gap shortens. then every thirty seconds thereafter. then we all fart in unison. only in different "voices" because our butt crevices have varying radial openings. miraculously, though, the "voices" blend and at times they sing to the tune of stone temple pilots' plush... only, it sounds like eddie vedder.
it's an orchestral and glorious and methane-filled experience.
... i've gradually developed this taste for pulpy orange drinks. as to the long-term effect it will bring, i don't know. all i know is... shake shake shake shake ah-shake it!
... we have this friend, jack (not his real name), who had to deal with a lot these past few weeks. he just had his daughter born. then kidney stones. he got his kidney probed with a tubular camera. and that tubular thingy had to be inserted through his member.
a good thing happened, though. he peed and out came the stone.. that was big as texas. ok, maybe a little smaller. maybe. give or take a few thousand square kilometers. he's fine now. he just has to deal with the meds... and a swollen kidney.. and a swollen member. and the fact that he can't eat everything he wants anymore. and the two bottles of beer only prescription. ouch. but at least he didn't have to go under the knife. apir, jons! ooops.
more to come.
for now, ciao!
... i can't believe we (all four of us) still fart (a lot) during practices. it's hard. but it's part of the adjustment period, i guess. imagine all four of us in a seven square-meter, low-ceiling room with poor ventilation, then someone suddenly lets a rip.all hell breaks loose.
the weird thing about farting? it's contagious. like yawning. someone farts then another farts five minutes later. then every three minutes after that. the gap shortens. then every thirty seconds thereafter. then we all fart in unison. only in different "voices" because our butt crevices have varying radial openings. miraculously, though, the "voices" blend and at times they sing to the tune of stone temple pilots' plush... only, it sounds like eddie vedder.
it's an orchestral and glorious and methane-filled experience.
... i've gradually developed this taste for pulpy orange drinks. as to the long-term effect it will bring, i don't know. all i know is... shake shake shake shake ah-shake it!
... we have this friend, jack (not his real name), who had to deal with a lot these past few weeks. he just had his daughter born. then kidney stones. he got his kidney probed with a tubular camera. and that tubular thingy had to be inserted through his member.
a good thing happened, though. he peed and out came the stone.. that was big as texas. ok, maybe a little smaller. maybe. give or take a few thousand square kilometers. he's fine now. he just has to deal with the meds... and a swollen kidney.. and a swollen member. and the fact that he can't eat everything he wants anymore. and the two bottles of beer only prescription. ouch. but at least he didn't have to go under the knife. apir, jons! ooops.
more to come.
for now, ciao!
10.22.2008
it was effin four in the morning.
step out a bar at 4AM in a chilly foggy october morning. and i promise you, the city skyline is simply breathtaking.
suddenly there's a plethora of ideas. you get visited by your muse. and get flooded by possibilities. effin possibilities, man!
as much as possible you would want to record these ideas. have a draft. polish it. then outcord them later. problem is... you're not only intoxicated by ideas, but also with vodka, rum and beer. in that effin order.
then you can't record. and it compromises your ability to outcord later. so the ideas become just passing flashes of brillance. it's like being in a car and you see a marvelous view but you don't have a camera to immortalize that moment.
you burp. you fart.
and that's just that.
at effin four in the morning.
suddenly there's a plethora of ideas. you get visited by your muse. and get flooded by possibilities. effin possibilities, man!
as much as possible you would want to record these ideas. have a draft. polish it. then outcord them later. problem is... you're not only intoxicated by ideas, but also with vodka, rum and beer. in that effin order.
then you can't record. and it compromises your ability to outcord later. so the ideas become just passing flashes of brillance. it's like being in a car and you see a marvelous view but you don't have a camera to immortalize that moment.
you burp. you fart.
and that's just that.
at effin four in the morning.
10.21.2008
did i say that out loud #1
now i can't decide what i miss the most - the alcohol or being an asshole.
10.20.2008
brain farts are hard to come by. bai.
i got lots of shit to do and i'm blogging.
and i haven't blogged (or blogged about your mom) for the past three years or so. so this makes this post the official "i'm back and i don't know how long i can sustain this latest blogging episode of mine" post.
the ghost of me can still be found here: http://paningit.blogspot.com.
dang, that surely looks and feels like eons ago, ain't it. i mean, the last time i had a meaningful post, my waistline is about 38... now it's 53 inches. wow.
anyway, some updates are in order:
a) i am now relegated to a wheelchair. after being hit by four, yes count 'em and weep, four 16-wheeler trucks while jogging in a dimly-lit tunnel at highway 54. that was fun. did i give up jogging? fuck no. now i'm pushing tin. and the size of my biceps. whoa baby!
b) i also had a heart attack. my whole left side is now paralyzed. and since i'm fat, my whole left side pretty much looks like a deflated balloon. plus now i drool while i watch the tv. wait, that was happening since i was 8.
c) so i decided to pickup the guitar again. so what, right?
d) no, really. i did. learning new songs. re-learning old ones. still trying to figure out how to properly hit the key of A with three of my fingers all in the second fret. speaking of fretboards, have they really gotten smaller or what?
e) i have a decent yamaha. got it very cheap from a very good friend. yeah, you can say i conned him into selling that ol' beauty.
more updates to come.
ciao!
and i haven't blogged (or blogged about your mom) for the past three years or so. so this makes this post the official "i'm back and i don't know how long i can sustain this latest blogging episode of mine" post.
the ghost of me can still be found here: http://paningit.blogspot.com.
dang, that surely looks and feels like eons ago, ain't it. i mean, the last time i had a meaningful post, my waistline is about 38... now it's 53 inches. wow.
anyway, some updates are in order:
a) i am now relegated to a wheelchair. after being hit by four, yes count 'em and weep, four 16-wheeler trucks while jogging in a dimly-lit tunnel at highway 54. that was fun. did i give up jogging? fuck no. now i'm pushing tin. and the size of my biceps. whoa baby!
b) i also had a heart attack. my whole left side is now paralyzed. and since i'm fat, my whole left side pretty much looks like a deflated balloon. plus now i drool while i watch the tv. wait, that was happening since i was 8.
c) so i decided to pickup the guitar again. so what, right?
d) no, really. i did. learning new songs. re-learning old ones. still trying to figure out how to properly hit the key of A with three of my fingers all in the second fret. speaking of fretboards, have they really gotten smaller or what?
e) i have a decent yamaha. got it very cheap from a very good friend. yeah, you can say i conned him into selling that ol' beauty.
more updates to come.
ciao!
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