I've been in LA for 10 days now. This list identifies the things I've done. In no particular order.
Fried Chicken special @ the 101.
Watched a rat walk across telephone wire.
Sat in traffic.
Fell in love almost everyday.
Synchronized backflips into Jerome's pool.
Bought hash from a spear fisherman.
Shot some photos.
Shot some video.
Got breakfest.
more to come.
word.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
only for family-
Nothing like a turnaround 6 hour drive to Denver Internatioanl Airport... with the flu.
Friday, June 12, 2009
carnival carnivores.
We had to indulge.
JP
KJ
This is the whole reason we went to the carnival in the first place. Word on the street was there was a Gravitron there. "ooooo" was the reaction from everyone of our circle. This ride was THE badass ride when I was a kid. I remember tagging along with my uncle to the county fair in WNY & thinking how cool him & his friends were cause they could ride the Gravitron. It was only our recent trip to this Death Trap of engineering that I noticed that its just four tires that make the whole thing spin. The weight sits right on the tires. What happens when a tire pops? Tires still pop right? Regardless of our cheating death ride, the carnival was for a good cause (or so we were told) & everyone had a little stroll down memory lane.
JP
KJ
This is the whole reason we went to the carnival in the first place. Word on the street was there was a Gravitron there. "ooooo" was the reaction from everyone of our circle. This ride was THE badass ride when I was a kid. I remember tagging along with my uncle to the county fair in WNY & thinking how cool him & his friends were cause they could ride the Gravitron. It was only our recent trip to this Death Trap of engineering that I noticed that its just four tires that make the whole thing spin. The weight sits right on the tires. What happens when a tire pops? Tires still pop right? Regardless of our cheating death ride, the carnival was for a good cause (or so we were told) & everyone had a little stroll down memory lane.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
where important happens
I was told by a very good friend that we here at Transit Collective are NOT updating the blog as often as we should be.
Touche.
Yet when I feel when I have the most to express (which often are times I utter to myself "oh I should've photographed that for the blog") I later revisit those moments in my head & realize some of those thoughts or opinions or whatever it is we're school gluing up here, I'd like to keep for private. For one, I AM very selfish. And the other reason I guess is protection. What am I protecting? My doubt in my ability to fully communicate to an audience that in some aspects has never really met me. My family's ill opinion of my lifestyle at times. Not sexually, although my fathers "sex talk" to me in my teen years was priceless.... "Now that there's some lead in your pencil....". More of my lifestyle as pertaining to the abuse of my body. I know they only police because they care for me & that's why I love them. I know no parent wants to be left in the dark, but there's also a line right? I'd say so. A part of growing is how YOU perceive it & not how YOUR PARENTS perceive you in that experience. Sex, drugs, sports; these all apply.
What I'm saying is I've been censoring my material on here. And I'm going to stop censoring. No spiteful rage navigating this new credo, but a new love and respect for my family. I SHOULD be more honest. Even if what I do and/or say doesn't please my family. I'm sorry(mom, grandma) but things i've done in the past defiantly stick with me and make the person I am today. And I'm grateful for those experiences. Being an absolute prick in HS, LSD in vegas for Daft Punk, stealing my dads truck to go chase girls, shroom tea with The Sound of Music, getting my fingers wet for the first time in a dry cornfield. I know these all have to do with Sex, Drugs, & Rock N' Roll but that's why they're the forbidden fruit. The two things that parents fear MOST, gets the LEAST amount of time in school. But still no matter how much WE tell them, THEY need to form their own opinions. There needs to be a direct confrontation for there to be a real connection.
I have nothing to hide, i.e. illegitimate children, outstanding warrants, etc. I'm not looking to glorify our lifestyle. This isn't a hype post to let you know how cool we really are. (that'll be later) This isn't a ploy. It's just this: For me to let my artistic greatness piss all over, I need to stop pinching it off.
Touche.
Yet when I feel when I have the most to express (which often are times I utter to myself "oh I should've photographed that for the blog") I later revisit those moments in my head & realize some of those thoughts or opinions or whatever it is we're school gluing up here, I'd like to keep for private. For one, I AM very selfish. And the other reason I guess is protection. What am I protecting? My doubt in my ability to fully communicate to an audience that in some aspects has never really met me. My family's ill opinion of my lifestyle at times. Not sexually, although my fathers "sex talk" to me in my teen years was priceless.... "Now that there's some lead in your pencil....". More of my lifestyle as pertaining to the abuse of my body. I know they only police because they care for me & that's why I love them. I know no parent wants to be left in the dark, but there's also a line right? I'd say so. A part of growing is how YOU perceive it & not how YOUR PARENTS perceive you in that experience. Sex, drugs, sports; these all apply.
What I'm saying is I've been censoring my material on here. And I'm going to stop censoring. No spiteful rage navigating this new credo, but a new love and respect for my family. I SHOULD be more honest. Even if what I do and/or say doesn't please my family. I'm sorry(mom, grandma) but things i've done in the past defiantly stick with me and make the person I am today. And I'm grateful for those experiences. Being an absolute prick in HS, LSD in vegas for Daft Punk, stealing my dads truck to go chase girls, shroom tea with The Sound of Music, getting my fingers wet for the first time in a dry cornfield. I know these all have to do with Sex, Drugs, & Rock N' Roll but that's why they're the forbidden fruit. The two things that parents fear MOST, gets the LEAST amount of time in school. But still no matter how much WE tell them, THEY need to form their own opinions. There needs to be a direct confrontation for there to be a real connection.
I have nothing to hide, i.e. illegitimate children, outstanding warrants, etc. I'm not looking to glorify our lifestyle. This isn't a hype post to let you know how cool we really are. (that'll be later) This isn't a ploy. It's just this: For me to let my artistic greatness piss all over, I need to stop pinching it off.
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