Luminescence

i went and saw "lost souls" the other day. i was kind of pessimistic about seeing it at first, but then again, im usually pretty picky about movies. anyways, it was actually a pretty decent movie, and minus a few minor aspects, it was very entertaining. the casting was pretty good-no fluff actors who couldn't act to save their lives, and overall the plot was good too. worth seven fifty? i would say yes, even if only for the great film work. as i said, i think the most impressive aspect of the film was the way that the director utilized lighting and color techniques. the whole thing had a really gothic, for lack of a better word, feel to it. for instance, the entire film was done with mostly tones of black, white, gray, and brown. when they did use colors, only very muted tones and washes were used. the color red was only used twice to really make something stand out. the picture itself was also kind of grainy and texturized. that gave the whole thing an aged appeal. and ...

i really enjoy this poem and thought that everyone out there reading this laughable little log (all one or two of you) should have the oppertunity to enjoy it too... the road not taken *robert frost* Two roads diverged in yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay, In leaves no steps had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood and I-- I took the road less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

It's been awhile since I've done this. I guess things have just gotten a little too crazy lately, and I haven't really even had time to write a short entry. My uncle John died on Wednesday. It wasn't a shock, he had had the disease ALS and had been in considerable pain for some time. But nevertheless, he was my favorite and closest uncle, and one can never be prepared for the death of someone so close. I had never lost anyone in my family. It's a strange experiance, really. In my heart, I know he's finally at peace. But that other part of me can't believe that anyone so vivacious and kind hearted could be so quickly stolen from this life. He had so much left to live for- his children, his wife, his old age. Life had a lot to offer him yet. But in spite of this, I never heard him complain. He never felt cheated. He faced life with a grace and dignity that I have never seen before. And throughout it all he was still able to laugh. Still able to be a good daddy...

Some random musings on tolerance. Inspired by the almost addictive banterings of MTV's Real World (senseless and evil as it is, there is nothing on at 10:00-forgive me) I return to the used and well debated issue of tolerance. For some reason, I don't think people ever truly latch on to the real meaning of this word. I, myself, believe tolerance to be a necessary aspect of life, one that should be extended to all people. And if people could ever really grasp the concept, this world would be a much happier place to exist in. Tolerance is acceptance of the ideas, lifestyles, beliefs, and systems of other people. Whether you agree with them or not. you don't have to agree with someone to still respect their differing opinion. Because that is what true tolerance is. It is having true respect for your fellow man and letting him live his life as he sees fit. No where in this concept comes judgement or condemnation. No where in this concept is a sense of superiority. If people cou...

This break has been shaping up to be better than I could have planned. Here I sit, bedecked in sweat pants and an old tank top, wrting journal entries and listening to the rythmic pounding of the rain outside my window. I love the monsoon season. I know that for all of those people who have been lucky enough to live where rain falls on a consistant basis, this weather change is hardly exciting. But for all of us native desert folk, this is the greatest time of the year. It is just starting to get cold (well, at least for me 70 degrees is cold), vacations are just around the corner and all the holidays are coming up. I love it. I feel more refreshed and clear headed already. Relaxation has been long overdue.

I have decided that life in general is like a wave. High points and low points, both interchanging within seconds of the last peak or dip. Sort of the undulating roller coaster that sweeps us out in the ocean and drags us under in high tide. So much for deep metaphors. But anyways, I can't keep up with myself lately. One day it seems that everything is fine, but then the next day everything goes the complete other direction. (Hence the whole wave analogy) I am sick of drowning in this mess of a life I have. It's really hard to keep putting on the happy face and act like I can handle everything. Because I can't, and I'm sick of pretending. So, I'm just not going to anymore. I have been trying to figure out what exactly I could get rid of, in order to relieve myself a bit. I mean, Between school, work, friends, family ect. ect. ect....I have virtually no time for myself. So I had to figure out something superfulous to clear out. My choice...work. The only reason I wo...