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Showing posts with label excitement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label excitement. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
A day in the life of Marcus: Fotography is Phun
Where in, I discover the joy photoing
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
New.s
So much has happened recently. I'm not sure where to start. first, I got thrown out of a state park. then, I meet a whole new group of people I call "Addies." I got to hang with some old friends and meet some new ones. I enrolled at ISU. (hurray educations) I got a scanner I'm totally stoked about. Finally, just may, in general has been a fantastic adventure.
Sunday.
I traveled several hours to Mt Vernon (affectionately: MV) to attend the Sponge Wedding of Kristine Foster (OOO! Shiny) and Lizz "Keps" Kepsel. Anyway, after a wondrous drive through rolling hills where long, tuffed grass frolicked, wind-wavened like ocean waters, I rolled into the Pal around 2:30 and set up camp. It was oppressively hot. So humid that even blood-sucking insects were too tired to feast. Natey found me dropping payment for the well attended campsite (Although why they charge i haven't a clue. From almost every fire ring drifted lazy smoke of forgotten embers. The Wedding went fabulously and the reception got underway. We started on the great quantity of drink provided. I, too, thought it pertinent to pack pilsner, though, as i found, it was excess. which made the next events harder. When the shelter's reservation ended (about 5 o'clock) Park Ranger Joe-Mama showed up, demanded we vacate. But not before we dumped all our booze for his sadistic pleasure. the bastard. Our Precious precious booze and cut our party short. we had minors (of which i was unaware) so for not getting ticket and fined i s'pose that is fair. NO. Fuck that! It wasn't fair at all! I'm 24! I have a right to carry beer in a cooler in a park that allows alcoholic beverages. I wish I was less compliant.
Later.
because being kicked out of a state park wasn't enough adventure for an evening, I found myself in Iowa City meandering the Ped-Mall. The rows of pedestrian only streets (well, two lined such to form a 'T') fell willingly under the shade of broad leafed trees. I found a spot under one and sipped a delightful sangria provided by Mundo's Saloon. I read The Time Machine in the orange setting sun. all the while sending out thread for further use of my time. I pasted up Jordan (sorry) and Darcy (also sorry) to return to Cornell College campus. I've not been to Cornell in a ages. the specific reasons for my enforced absence is too long to delve into now (though, with some persuasion, I could be encouraged to regale the populous). more to the point, I found Alro along the way to hang out with a group of folks who will be known to me henceforth as "Addies." Much as entire generations have been cataloged with language (e.g. Hippies, Metalheads, ect.) I've labeled another sect.
Addies.
groups of people characterized by others by their corrosive behavior, favor to excess, and constant use of inebriates. I usually shy from heedless categorizations of subcultures. Recently, I've seen the function of label (as abstract and closed-minded they might be). Addies are born of extremity - but this isn't about them. (actually it is, but i want to wait to talk about this class of person). I would dwell longer of this subculture. In living moment to moment is truly liberating in this: there is a bliss in not caring about the next.
At night.
I sat, bent head listening to the spiny clatter of boxes from 2am delivery. It was the elementary school. from it's rooftop, under waning stars we smoked and now we waited. cold dew soaked my clothes. my ears pounded with each new, muttering step of our blockade. I, for my part, took our siege to use. I wrote to the stars. to my plight. to all i cared to address. Once the milk was unloaded, a sudden shuttering alerted us to freedom. Thought we were unable to loss one of the party members from the chilled roof top, I left a cashe of blankets for her safety. Though, as i suspected, she was in more than capable hands and was later retrieved.
Home.
I returned exausted and defeated. the loss of 12 hours and 24 units of beer sapped all my enthusiasm. Thankfully,Arlo a great friend of mine accompanied me a short way. The day was bright and the flowers seemed to smile and dance on the springtime breeze. I thanked my benefactors for their aid and comfort and supply but I shall not the company again of Addies. Not for a while. The sun set before me in great orange sky as I pulled into the rock drive of home. there i rested in the arms of equally tired Ruby, who waited patiently my return.
Sunday.
I traveled several hours to Mt Vernon (affectionately: MV) to attend the Sponge Wedding of Kristine Foster (OOO! Shiny) and Lizz "Keps" Kepsel. Anyway, after a wondrous drive through rolling hills where long, tuffed grass frolicked, wind-wavened like ocean waters, I rolled into the Pal around 2:30 and set up camp. It was oppressively hot. So humid that even blood-sucking insects were too tired to feast. Natey found me dropping payment for the well attended campsite (Although why they charge i haven't a clue. From almost every fire ring drifted lazy smoke of forgotten embers. The Wedding went fabulously and the reception got underway. We started on the great quantity of drink provided. I, too, thought it pertinent to pack pilsner, though, as i found, it was excess. which made the next events harder. When the shelter's reservation ended (about 5 o'clock) Park Ranger Joe-Mama showed up, demanded we vacate. But not before we dumped all our booze for his sadistic pleasure. the bastard. Our Precious precious booze and cut our party short. we had minors (of which i was unaware) so for not getting ticket and fined i s'pose that is fair. NO. Fuck that! It wasn't fair at all! I'm 24! I have a right to carry beer in a cooler in a park that allows alcoholic beverages. I wish I was less compliant.
Later.
because being kicked out of a state park wasn't enough adventure for an evening, I found myself in Iowa City meandering the Ped-Mall. The rows of pedestrian only streets (well, two lined such to form a 'T') fell willingly under the shade of broad leafed trees. I found a spot under one and sipped a delightful sangria provided by Mundo's Saloon. I read The Time Machine in the orange setting sun. all the while sending out thread for further use of my time. I pasted up Jordan (sorry) and Darcy (also sorry) to return to Cornell College campus. I've not been to Cornell in a ages. the specific reasons for my enforced absence is too long to delve into now (though, with some persuasion, I could be encouraged to regale the populous). more to the point, I found Alro along the way to hang out with a group of folks who will be known to me henceforth as "Addies." Much as entire generations have been cataloged with language (e.g. Hippies, Metalheads, ect.) I've labeled another sect.
Addies.
groups of people characterized by others by their corrosive behavior, favor to excess, and constant use of inebriates. I usually shy from heedless categorizations of subcultures. Recently, I've seen the function of label (as abstract and closed-minded they might be). Addies are born of extremity - but this isn't about them. (actually it is, but i want to wait to talk about this class of person). I would dwell longer of this subculture. In living moment to moment is truly liberating in this: there is a bliss in not caring about the next.
At night.
I sat, bent head listening to the spiny clatter of boxes from 2am delivery. It was the elementary school. from it's rooftop, under waning stars we smoked and now we waited. cold dew soaked my clothes. my ears pounded with each new, muttering step of our blockade. I, for my part, took our siege to use. I wrote to the stars. to my plight. to all i cared to address. Once the milk was unloaded, a sudden shuttering alerted us to freedom. Thought we were unable to loss one of the party members from the chilled roof top, I left a cashe of blankets for her safety. Though, as i suspected, she was in more than capable hands and was later retrieved.
Home.
I returned exausted and defeated. the loss of 12 hours and 24 units of beer sapped all my enthusiasm. Thankfully,
Saturday, May 1, 2010
FCBD
I got all sorts of neat trinkie junk. Wolverine showed me the newest heroclixes and I got to read the newest adventures of Mouseguard and Fraggle rock. of course marvel was in fullest gear with a new release of avengers Iron Man and Thor tag-teaming. Iron Man and Spiderman also debuted new stories lines.
Seeing as I didn't mad-gab every available free book in the store, I call only recall poorly what other comics were available. Artifacts (which wasn't terribly interesting though did show some gratuitous leg shots of it's sexy heroine), Fractured Fables looked curious, Radical also previewed a series of new stories of the dead and dark, and the Simpsons as well in papered form (go comic-book guy).
All in all it was a fanatisic début to the world of graphic novels. For me, I did find myself a new venture. Chip, the story of a 4inch gargoyle who wishes to prove that, despite being short and cute, he can be fierce and scary. a struggle i can relate to. I'm also increasingly interested in Deadpool.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Up-n-coming Out-n-going
Well, faithful readers i've to update my blog -fer once. Hurray!
Anyway, I felt insulted today. i over-read some interesting news about my place of work. We're not going out of business. But the fact that i had to hear that we were so close to being closed down with out anysorta notice. Save that peoples' work hours were slashed. perhaps it's just me, but i feel that i'd be more devoted to my work if i didn't hafta learn of misfortune through deduction. It makes me feel as if my employer doesn't care or doesn't think that i could understand. or worse, doesn't know. Which is worse 'cause, as an employee, when i think my boss doesn't know, i stop doing any 'extra' work. I don't work an iota harder then i hafta.
I simply feel that if an employee must give two weeks' notice then a company must, as well. The place i work at is the economic blood that i live on. If i know that i can help prolong my employment i would, or at least take more time not being paid to look for another job.
it's just overwhelmingly belittling.
And i don't just say that because my pay check was recently declined from my bank 'cause my work place had insufficient funds to actually pay me.
Anyway...
in other news: I plan to travel, vagabond style. I will leave at the end of April and flee wind-in-my-hair-gravel-beneath-my-tires style to... to.. well i dunno yet. But one things fer sure, I'll visit an old friend. Then, perhaps, Cali or Florida Or Canada Or Mexico
...shit, i just remembered, i need a passport. well, we'll find out.
I'm smart, I have will, I can do anything and i am capable. I can certainly make my way.
incidentally, Mom, Dad, I'll see you again. ...sometime.
-loves, Marcus
p.s. Also, I'm writing every day now. I hope to exend this to my Blog. I plan to Blog each day on my travel. forsure. But eachday until then, too.
Anyway, I felt insulted today. i over-read some interesting news about my place of work. We're not going out of business. But the fact that i had to hear that we were so close to being closed down with out anysorta notice. Save that peoples' work hours were slashed. perhaps it's just me, but i feel that i'd be more devoted to my work if i didn't hafta learn of misfortune through deduction. It makes me feel as if my employer doesn't care or doesn't think that i could understand. or worse, doesn't know. Which is worse 'cause, as an employee, when i think my boss doesn't know, i stop doing any 'extra' work. I don't work an iota harder then i hafta.
I simply feel that if an employee must give two weeks' notice then a company must, as well. The place i work at is the economic blood that i live on. If i know that i can help prolong my employment i would, or at least take more time not being paid to look for another job.
it's just overwhelmingly belittling.
And i don't just say that because my pay check was recently declined from my bank 'cause my work place had insufficient funds to actually pay me.
Anyway...
in other news: I plan to travel, vagabond style. I will leave at the end of April and flee wind-in-my-hair-gravel-beneath-my-tires style to... to.. well i dunno yet. But one things fer sure, I'll visit an old friend. Then, perhaps, Cali or Florida Or Canada Or Mexico
...shit, i just remembered, i need a passport. well, we'll find out.
I'm smart, I have will, I can do anything and i am capable. I can certainly make my way.
incidentally, Mom, Dad, I'll see you again. ...sometime.
-loves, Marcus
p.s. Also, I'm writing every day now. I hope to exend this to my Blog. I plan to Blog each day on my travel. forsure. But eachday until then, too.
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