Posted by: almostinfamous on: July 12, 2009
before i lay dead on the road
Where has all my free time gone? I don’t know – Life with your own enterprise is not all it’s cracked up to be. At least with a job, you have someone to blame…
Posted by: almostinfamous on: July 7, 2009
when they are in fact paragons of dysfunctional relationships from bottom to top? exactly what substance are the people who proclaim the efficiency of the private sector consuming that allows them to speak with a straight space while harbouring such delusions? stupid naivete!
Posted by: almostinfamous on: June 26, 2009
was an epic day – zero views on this here blog
only posted to remove expletive from top of blog
Posted by: almostinfamous on: June 17, 2009
your mind takes off, on a flight into who knows where.
you reach that productive meditative state of pondering life’s deepest questions and their solutions (apart from 42 of course)
you don’t mind that you’re in a rickety autorickshaw with 8 other people crammed in
you’re in the goddamn zone, with the answer so close
you get it, the epiphany that makes you smile for a good while.
you think – damn, am i a smart kid or what?
you reach your destination, determined to let someone know of your cleverness
you pay the auto driver the Rs15, pause for change
you’re done transacting and you find a sympathetic ear.
you FUCKING FORGET ENTIRELY WHAT YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT including what it was that led you on your flight of fancy
you go home and write on your blog about it
yeah, that was my day today
Posted by: almostinfamous on: June 15, 2009
from pretty cool photographer Stephen Eastwood’s Bio Page
It has been asked is there meaning in shooting pretty pictures of people like you do? Do you find it meaningful and fulfilling? Some have said that fashion and glamour work has left them feeling that it has no meaning and is unjustified, and prefer other areas such as photojournalism?
What is meaningful? Is life? Is shooting ugly people? Is shooting tragic events?
What I do is pure commerce, it is designed to sell products to the masses who are lead like sheep through the use of images and words and flashy slogans into buying products that give them suppose joy, only to find out that they need something else since the joy is fleeting and often leaves as soon as the get their purchase home, so they go to buy the new next best product. All the while they work at deadend jobs to be able to buy more meaningless stuff until they die.
And I get paid a lot to shoot pretty people to make that cycle continue to happen!
Cool!
Now I need to go buy some new stuff to make myself feel better about that.
Posted by: almostinfamous on: June 12, 2009
lessons learned on current expedition:
1) there’s no such thing as ‘i’ll be fine without sunblock’ given that i now look like i was painted a deep shade of shit brown
2) just because people pay you, they think you are their slave. this goes doubly so for photographers and their clients.
3) if feeding me(admittedly unavoidable) shitty food and putting me up in a hotel room with fucking rats(note the plural – and one of them decided to climb up my arm in the middle of the goddamn night and scare the hell out of me) in it is treating me like a brother, i feel pity on your siblings and i am most definitely NOT honoured.
more lessons to come if i can keep up the outrage, which i am probably too tired to do.
Posted by: almostinfamous on: May 28, 2009
for a change i have actually been working, right after exams at that. 2 assignments have been completed, with 1 biggie on the way. this is not the way i pictured things happening, but i am relieved nonetheless. no rest for the next 10 days so blogging, as it has been, will be light. the world may be going to shit, but for now i am too busy to notice. see you on the other side
Posted by: almostinfamous on: May 17, 2009
has been long and winding, and like this staircase has led me to a place that is quite nice. i will reach the end of the staircase tomorrow, with my final exam.
Now, on to the future
Posted by: almostinfamous on: May 15, 2009
being a zombie is hard work. i dont know myself, having never died and come back in search of brains, but i hear it all the time. especially in these days of xboxes and playstations, plentiful bourbon and reality TV, it’s probably really hard to find brains of quality, well-exercised brains that can be savoured over a fine wine with the family. not to mention the prominence of so many right-wingers in the world today. and when a zombie logs on to the internet, what do they see? typos galore… though they can’t die of starvation, this probably leaves them feeling pretty unfulfilled.
so spare a thought for the zombees – listen to good music, engage in a bit of critical thinking, don’t booze your brain-cells dead and please use spell-check! – remember, one day you too could be a zombie.
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Posted by: almostinfamous on: May 9, 2009
writing my finals
filling up papers aplenty
do think of the trees, please
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twenty-one pages of crap
pity the examiner
who has to read them
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worst thing to happen
you know all the answers and
awake from slumber
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the pain in your wrist
cannot really compare to
the pain in your brain
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sadistic three hours
exam experiences
can leave you quite scarred
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