Monthly Archive for September, 2007

Headless, Armless Baby Statues (and more) at Oakland Cemetery…

Our “Darling” Arthur, originally uploaded by pressuretobear.

Arthur looks like he has bad luck in death as well as in life… The odd thing is that the arm, head and wings look as if they were intended to not be on the statue.

I went to the Mountain View Cemetery in Oakland today to walk the dog and take some random pictures.

The park is damned nice… I was told by another person walking their dog of its history… Such as:

  • It was designed by the same person that designed Central Park in NY
  • The first person killed by the Black Panthers is buried somewhere
  • All of the railroad barons are buried in a place on the top of the hill overlooking the bay called “Millionaire’s Row”

As I enjoy a cemetery and some morbid history, I am sure I will go back and go on a tour… Here are some pics I liked:

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13 Categories of Doom… #2: Art

Since I have decided to constrain my categories to the unlucky thirteen that survive… I am going through them one-by-one to give an idea of why this one may have made the cut… It is probably that I am trying to spur some ideas through this exercise, but I realize that I can still refine them somewhat by the one-by-one social review… Case in point, “boredom” is going to be eliminated with the post in the category (yes… one lonely post) subsumed by the aforementioned category of apathy).

Actually, with the death of “boredom” as a category, I am down to an even dozen, but that doesn’t sound as ominous as “thirteen” or even “baker’s dozen.” I thought of another category that with which I was going to replace “boredom,” but I can no longer remember it. I will now bide my time, waiting until a proper topic that will capture my thoughts presents itself anew.

Blank Canvas, originally uploaded by ginsnob (All Rights Reserved, but it still has the option to blog a picture…)

Category #2: Art:

  • (n.) Human effort to imitate, supplement, alter or counteract the work of nature
  • (n.) The conscious production or arrangement of sounds, colors, forms, movements, or other elements in a manner that affects the sense of beauty, specifically the production of the beautiful in a graphic or plastic medium.

I enjoy the idea of crafting a web query to “define art.” It seems like a paradox to try to define the undefinable.

No one agrees on what art is, in fact, I almost thought of making this category more vague by dubbing it “beauty;” thus, I would be making more of a catch-all. Beauty is rather limiting as a concept, and has a far fewer and less interesting connotations for individuals than “art.”

Most people generally concur on what is or is not beautiful, but art isn’t always beautiful; Art challenges you and your cherished beliefs in a multi-directional manner. I love to think that the question, “is this art?” will cause one to eventually question their existence and the arbitrary, self-referential meaning that they place on the world that surrounds them.

By the way, this category would not be used to define a post as art… that is just conceited and leading. It is more to say that it is somewhat art-related… who knows how? To define a category on art in greater detail than a “feeling” or “gist” would be far too limiting.

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Wedding Pictures…

I have heard that your wedding day is the most photographed in your life…

The Money Shot

Actually, I am not sure if this is an accurate statement, so I queried (with quotes) “most photographed day” using Ask.com (I am currently trying to break my Google search stranglehold/addiction by trying other search engines) and found 76 responses. All of these pages (well, the ones I skimmed anyways) agreed with my assumption that the most photographed day of your life is, in fact, your wedding day.

I have quoted the second most highly-ranked website for the aforementioned query, Tuxnet.com, which says with great authority and gravitas “The most photographed day of your life is your wedding day…” then goes on to try to sell you a tuxedo. If this statement is not definitive (the quoted text from a random, poorly-designed website trying to rent you a tux), I don’t know what is…

Since I paid for a Flickr account, I feel that I should actually use my unlimited space and archive my pictures in case of catastrophic hardware failures and/or fires. In uploading several hundred pictures, I realize that I have never really looked at these pictures in great depth. I was using a PIII 450 when I received these pictures, which just couldn’t keep up with the 600 whopping megabytes of pictures, and they were lost to the sands of time unseen by myself–filed in the ether.

I recently asked my mother-in-law to send us a copy of a CD backup that we had sent to her (I have the CD somewhere… I am just not keen on hunting it down in storage), so that I could upload them. Looking them over, I am tickled pink with the photographic skills and generosity of a friend that I had take pics (an amateur turned photograph-obsessed semi-pro in the days since).

I had hired a “professional” photographer, who had flaked-out and given middling work over the wedding process, so my wife and I had asked this friend to “shadow” the photographer and take “back-ups.” He went above and beyond, obtaining impromptu, unstaged photos and multiple angles of the event for the Hell of it. Honestly, I rarely look at the pics taken by the person I hired, and I consider the pics that my friend took to be the definitive document of this fine day…

At some point, I should scan or shoot with my digital camera all the other pics I have (damned printed non-digital pictures)…

To My Future Employer that is Reading My Blog…

A disclaimer for you, the kind reader and my future employers (or current one): Please forgive me. I was just kidding around.

I will never do anything described in my writings, or interact with people in an antisocial, confrontational or demeaning manner in real life (really…).

I will smile and be clean-cut and professional, an interview will look very similar to this…

Now back to reality…

Having an online presence of any sort comes with the increasing possibility that employers could search for an employee’s name or personal details, and they could discover a spider’s web of links and identities that tell a complicated and realistic story of who you are… or what you do.

This can be good — perhaps they will find out that you have a legit and deep interest in what they want to hire you for or bad — perhaps you say things that are immoral, illegal or fictional that disqualify you or frighten a potential or current employer.

Personally, I endeavor to “keep it real,” but there always is the possibility that someone will read something “off-color” or subversive, and it will have unintended and unseen negative personal repercussions.

Does this knowledge change the manner in which I write? Perhaps… I would say that it makes me focus a bit more on the message or thought I am trying to “flesh-out” rather than on self-censorship. I love a meta-type relationship in which the message written, the reaction and the metal representation of the reaction have a complicated and inextricable relationship that changes itself in ways not perceived on a conscious level.

I think that the intentional self-censorship based upon this fear has a minor chilling effect on blogging and online social interactions (if people even realize that this is possible), but, simultaneously, managing the perceptions of others through your writing allows you a different perspective on yourself and who you want to be and allows you a greater depth of writing based upon this abstract concept.

It all comes back to the eternal yearning for the grand narrative that weaves together your life and imbues meaning into your existence: “who am I? what am I doing? what does life mean for me?”

13 Damned Categories… #1: Apathy

I parsed my tag-like categories into into 13 broad topics that I can capture and steer the vast majority of my writings… and I see can see from a high-level that the topics upon which I have chosen to focus have grave implications for the redemption of my soul… (or may just say that I am a little “half glass empty”).

I could add some more, but I like the symbolic nature of constraining myself to thirteen… These thirteen are the unlucky few topics chosen to represent my thoughts, dreams and greatest fears (or perhaps just the semi-coherent postings I can motivate myself to create).

I may as well focus on why I have chosen these topics for a few posts. It may spur some great ideas, or at least give me some direction… I will begin alphabetically (and even hotlink the best picture I can find to depict the category–an aside, it is nigh impossible to find a picture of a person in a bed, with their covers over their head, in the fetal position [surprisingly]):

  1. Apathy: Defined as “an absence of emotion or enthusiasm.

Alphabetically, apathy is the first of the Thirteen Damned Categories; yes, this is the name of their grouping in unison in this ‘blog. I think I may license the name of this groupingunder a Creative Commons License, as I have recently learned nobody will really respect that license anyways

I find that often, my writings are tainted with the flavor of defeat. Apathy is an apt description for a posting that I care about far too much, but it is outside of my control. Perhaps apathy is actually used as a defensive mechanism for myself; allowing me the merest shred of psychological armor for my thoughts lain bare…

Then again, it may just be about things that I care little or am fantastically unenthused, but that is far less exciting or existentially meaningful. I find that I oft drift to holding a philosophical view of the world somewhat nihilistic in taste that is grey and suffocating; where the world is lifeless and devoid of meaning. If I were to post something that feels this way, I think that it would be a shoe-in for a categorization of “Apathy…”