1600m: 00:07:21
average 400m: 00:01:50
average 800m: 00:04:00
Thinking about trying to run 13.1 miles in 1:45:00 has officially become intimidating. I just wanted to document this to see how far I will be from this in 2.5 months for the half marathon. Man, I'm excited.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
WOW, really?
Sometimes I really wonder why I stay friends with certain people. Why do I tolerate such incompetence and ridiculoid? Some people are just meant to be kept at a distance because they bring too much unnecessary drama. Step the fuck off, that's all I gotta say.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I don't know
You probably won't read this, but I can't deny the possibility. Maybe you just say it without knowing. Maybe you do know. But I see it. And I can't help but wish.
Monday, March 2, 2009
MAMMOTH 2009
There are moments when one can look back at his or her life and utter the disgustingly popular acronym FML. But the important ones are those when one can be reminded how lucky he or she is.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
My Crappy Days
It all started on a wonderful Sunday morning and I couldn't contain my excitement to finally snowboard after a 3-week hiatus. It was Larsen, Eli, Kathy, and I and we were ready to go.
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First of all, I should give a back story to my car. Back in November, my car started to act up. Sometimes, I wouldn't be able to start up my car, but for some odd reason if I waited long enough it would start up again. I brought it to Firestone to get it checked out, and they said it was the starter and they needed to replace it. Lo and behold, I go to Petco one day and I get stuck in the parking lot because my car didn't want to start. I had a friend pick me up and eventually I went back to my car and it started. I brought it back to Firestone for some fixing, and they didn't find anything wrong. 3 days later, I am where this story takes place.
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First stop: The Chevron Gas Station.
Knowing that sometimes my car won't start if I try to start it too many times in a small time period, I decided to stop for gas in Union City so that it would limit my stops in Tahoe. I pulled up to a pump, turned off my car, and realized that a sign was posted that I needed to pay inside. I go inside, and my card doesn't work for some reason and the worker tells me to move my car to another pump. Scared that starting the car and turning it off again would endanger my chances of going to Tahoe, I still gave it a chance. For some reason, my card wouldn't work here again. I decided to just ditch it and get gas in Tahoe. I tried to start my car and it initially sounded like it wasn't going to start, but it did and I was happy. We were on our way.
Season Pass
Randomly, as we were around the halfway point to Tahoe, I decide to double check with Larsen to see if he had his season pass. I said it in a joking way because I figured he wouldn't forget it, but he yells at the top of his lungs, "OH SHIT!" Still, I thought he was lying and pulling out his acting skills. But I was wrong and he really did forget it. What sucks about season passes is that if they are lost or stolen, they don't replace them. For that reason, we figured that he couldn't ask for a temporary pass or something of that sort. But luckily, Kathy brought two free passes and she offered one to Larsen; we were safe to proceed to Tahoe.
Alive on Arrival
I park and we all start to get ready for the slopes. I look into the trunk and realize that I forgot my snow pants. Double You. Tee. Eff. I had no faith that Sierra would rent out pants, but I decided to give it a shot and ask the parking folks if they do. They said they do and all my problems were solved. And we asked them about Larsen's season pass situation, and they said he could go to the ticket booth and claim temporary passes! Our problems were solved and it looked like this day wasn't going to be too bad.
The Search for Snow Pants and Glove
I left the crew to get my pants as they got ready. They gave me pants and I went to go try them out in the restroom, which was a way's away. I get there and realize that they were way over sized. I go back and they tell me that's the only size they have. Fuck. So I went in search of something to help me hold them up and luckily I came across a shoelace. I start to get all geared up and realize I lost one of my gloves. I went and searched everywhere, all to no avail. The guy who said he could lend me some lost and found gloves, but he lied and realized he didn't have any. Therefore, I had to go back to the car and grab some extra gloves. Thank goodness I had them. Finally, I had everything to get us started for the day.
Snowboard Brakes
We took the first lift up and as we went down, we could not get any speed at all. I tried to go off a ramp, but I was going so slow that I couldn't get enough speed to clear it. We found out that it was raining a lot that morning, meaning the snow was super slushy, meaning we could not get any speed that would make snowboarding enjoyable. At that point, I wanted to snowboard on ice instead of this crap. I was starting to regret this trip up, but I figured it could possibly get better. Eli and I went to another side of the mountain that was at a higher elevation. Part of those runs were better, but for the most part they still sucked. Eventually as the day passed, the air got colder and it froze over some of the slush, finally bringing some enjoyment to the slopes. Life just got better, momentarily at least.
Up, up, and...down
The slush made some of the flat parts that I would encounter on the runs almost impossible to get by without unstrapping. For that reason, I decided to just ditch the runs all together and stay the rest of the day in the terrain park. The last time I went, I was killing it at the jumps so I had a lot of confidence. But for some reason, I fucked up every time. I had 3 horrible jumps, one where I landed straight on my back, one where I landed on neck, and another where my board dug into the snow and tossed me around. It was a crappy day in the terrain park and I just wanted to leave at that point.
Back home, 76
By the time we decided to leave, it was still snowing and we were worried that we would have to put on some chains. Luckily, the snow wasn't piling on the street and it melted almost immediately, voiding the need to put on chains. However, I realized I needed to put some gas. I was freakin' out because I was scared my car wouldn't start after I put some gas. What do you know, it didn't want to start. After about 10 forceful tries and some weird noises from my engine, I got my car to start. Coming out of the 76 station, I actually stalled right after I got my car started. FUCK! Okay, but fortunately I was able to get it started again. Oh crap, my engine light is now on.
Back on the Road
Traffic. Do you know what that means in a stick car? Higher probability of stalling. I was so scared to stall because I thought it would be our doom. Combined with the coffee, the pressure and stress was getting to my head. But luckily, I didn't stall and we were finally at the bottom of the mountain. Onto the freeway, we were. What the hell, my car starts jerking as I accelerate and it scares the shit out of us. The others felt I needed to pull over and get it looked at. Unfortunately, the Midas was closed and the Toyota dealership didn't have any mechanics. Toyota sent us to another place, but before I could get back onto the freeway, my car completely stalls on its own. Yup, we were screwed. My car no longer wanted to start. We were in Placerville, which is 140 miles away. Great.
Look, CHP off to the res...cue...
The CHP arrives and said that we were blocking part of the lane. I would say we were barely blocking anything, but he was angry at us that we didn't fortunately stall in a convenient way off to the side. Oh, okay sorry my wheels locked right when it stalled, asshole. Then he tells us to move it (and this is uphill) without helping us. He starts yelling at us, especially at Kathy for some reason. He is a fuckin' jerk. Once we were able to move it successfully, he peaces out without saying anything. Thanks for the all the help, Officer.
The REAL Rescue
We called AAA to get us a tow truck to bring us back to Union City. I told them that I had 3 other passengers and I asked if the truck could take all of us. They said that most trucks only carry 2-3 other passengers. This meant that some of us would be left behind and that would be fucked up. We started freakin' out because we didn't know who to call to pick us up. We decided to wait until the the tow truck came to make a decision. Luckily, he came with a quad cab and he was able to fit all of us! This guy was much nicer and I was just relieved after that fuckin' asshole of a CHP.
Scary Movie
You know those scary movies where some nice old guy comes to help you, and he turns out to be some serial killer? And he takes you to the woods to chop you up? Yeah, that's who this tow truck driver seemed like. He had the look and everything. But the sketchy part was when he exited at some random exit to "get gas". He went into these woods with no stop lights, signs, or lights and at the moment I really felt like I was going to die. It felt like we were 5 miles off of the freeway, and it didn't make sense at all to me. But I guess he had to go to some "special" gas station that gave commercial diesel gas for his truck. Weird. For the rest of the trip, he seemed like a nice guy.
780
Turns out my AAA card only covers 5 miles of towing. That meant I would have to pay for 130 miles of towing. How much was the rate, you ask? 6 dollars per mile, equating to 780 dollars for towing! Ridiculous! The policy with AAA is that the card member must be with the tow truck in order to use the free miles. I knew my mom had 100 miles free with her membership, but she wasn't with me. Luckily, this dude was cool with it and I was able to get 100 miles free. 264 dollars was a far better number in my head than 780.
Fuck Firestone
By 9pm, my car was back in Union City. The next morning, I decided I didn't want to go to work from all the of the Sunday trauma. Now, I had to get my car towed to the Nissan dealership. I wanted to use my mom's card again but then I would have go through this huge authorization process again, so I decided to give it a try the way I did it the night before. I used my own card number and when the tow truck driver came, I asked him if I could use my mom's card since it was 10 miles away and I only had 5 miles free, but he said that AAA wouldn't allow it. Why does everyone have to follow the law so precisely. It's about principles, people! He told me it was 12 dollars a mile so I was stuck having to pay 60 bucks just to get it to Nissan. But he spent 15 minutes trying to convince me to bring it to the shop that he came from because they would be cheaper and Nissan would overcharge. But I told him I had a huge feeling that this was a Nissan-specific problem and I also had two recalls on the car I needed to get fixed anyway. Finally, he gave up and brought me to the Nissan dealership. Another 60 bucks...bringing my towing total to 324. Bah.
Serviced
When I talked to the service consultant at the dealership, he told me that possibly the recalls were a reason why my car was stalling and not starting. If that was the case, I wouldn't have to pay for the diagnostic or the repairs! I was praying to my Atheist god that this was the case. By the end of the day, the guy called me back and said I was in luck! I didn't have to pay a single dime! He would have it done by the next day. I told him I got out of work at 5pm so I asked him if I could pick it up after. He said they closed at 6pm so that would be fine.
Out of Business?!
The next day, the guy leaves a message on my work phone telling me I had to pick up my car earlier than expected. He said if I couldn't pick it up, I'd have to call back and figure it out. I called back and I asked if I could come pick it up at 530pm instead, and the girl told me that I had to be there before 5pm or else I wouldn't be able to get my car today. And she told me there "might" be someone there the next day at 10am for me to pick it up. MIGHT?! She proceeded to tell me that the reason why I had to pick it up early was because they had gone out of business. WHAT THE FUCK?! Are you forreals?! I was frantically looking for my coworker because he was my ride to work. It was getting to 430pm and I couldn't find him anywhere. Luckily, I ran into someone who knew where he was and it turned out that I had to interrupt a meeting he was it, but I felt there was a sense of urgency with my situation, haha. When I got to the dealership, I was talking to the girl who gave me my papers, and she said no one knew about this and they barely found out that day. Man, that's fucked up. I was lucky that they were able to finish the maintenance on my car, but another guy who brought his Titan into the shop had to get his car towed out of the dealership because they weren't able to finish on his car. That's even more fucked.
At the end of this Tuesday, I finally had my car back and it sounds much better! What a tumultuous beginning of the week, though. I'm just hoping I don't have deja vu down in Mammoth this weekend...
The worst is over (I hope), so now it's time to go balls out for the rest of the week!
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First of all, I should give a back story to my car. Back in November, my car started to act up. Sometimes, I wouldn't be able to start up my car, but for some odd reason if I waited long enough it would start up again. I brought it to Firestone to get it checked out, and they said it was the starter and they needed to replace it. Lo and behold, I go to Petco one day and I get stuck in the parking lot because my car didn't want to start. I had a friend pick me up and eventually I went back to my car and it started. I brought it back to Firestone for some fixing, and they didn't find anything wrong. 3 days later, I am where this story takes place.
---
First stop: The Chevron Gas Station.
Knowing that sometimes my car won't start if I try to start it too many times in a small time period, I decided to stop for gas in Union City so that it would limit my stops in Tahoe. I pulled up to a pump, turned off my car, and realized that a sign was posted that I needed to pay inside. I go inside, and my card doesn't work for some reason and the worker tells me to move my car to another pump. Scared that starting the car and turning it off again would endanger my chances of going to Tahoe, I still gave it a chance. For some reason, my card wouldn't work here again. I decided to just ditch it and get gas in Tahoe. I tried to start my car and it initially sounded like it wasn't going to start, but it did and I was happy. We were on our way.
Season Pass
Randomly, as we were around the halfway point to Tahoe, I decide to double check with Larsen to see if he had his season pass. I said it in a joking way because I figured he wouldn't forget it, but he yells at the top of his lungs, "OH SHIT!" Still, I thought he was lying and pulling out his acting skills. But I was wrong and he really did forget it. What sucks about season passes is that if they are lost or stolen, they don't replace them. For that reason, we figured that he couldn't ask for a temporary pass or something of that sort. But luckily, Kathy brought two free passes and she offered one to Larsen; we were safe to proceed to Tahoe.
Alive on Arrival
I park and we all start to get ready for the slopes. I look into the trunk and realize that I forgot my snow pants. Double You. Tee. Eff. I had no faith that Sierra would rent out pants, but I decided to give it a shot and ask the parking folks if they do. They said they do and all my problems were solved. And we asked them about Larsen's season pass situation, and they said he could go to the ticket booth and claim temporary passes! Our problems were solved and it looked like this day wasn't going to be too bad.
The Search for Snow Pants and Glove
I left the crew to get my pants as they got ready. They gave me pants and I went to go try them out in the restroom, which was a way's away. I get there and realize that they were way over sized. I go back and they tell me that's the only size they have. Fuck. So I went in search of something to help me hold them up and luckily I came across a shoelace. I start to get all geared up and realize I lost one of my gloves. I went and searched everywhere, all to no avail. The guy who said he could lend me some lost and found gloves, but he lied and realized he didn't have any. Therefore, I had to go back to the car and grab some extra gloves. Thank goodness I had them. Finally, I had everything to get us started for the day.
Snowboard Brakes
We took the first lift up and as we went down, we could not get any speed at all. I tried to go off a ramp, but I was going so slow that I couldn't get enough speed to clear it. We found out that it was raining a lot that morning, meaning the snow was super slushy, meaning we could not get any speed that would make snowboarding enjoyable. At that point, I wanted to snowboard on ice instead of this crap. I was starting to regret this trip up, but I figured it could possibly get better. Eli and I went to another side of the mountain that was at a higher elevation. Part of those runs were better, but for the most part they still sucked. Eventually as the day passed, the air got colder and it froze over some of the slush, finally bringing some enjoyment to the slopes. Life just got better, momentarily at least.
Up, up, and...down
The slush made some of the flat parts that I would encounter on the runs almost impossible to get by without unstrapping. For that reason, I decided to just ditch the runs all together and stay the rest of the day in the terrain park. The last time I went, I was killing it at the jumps so I had a lot of confidence. But for some reason, I fucked up every time. I had 3 horrible jumps, one where I landed straight on my back, one where I landed on neck, and another where my board dug into the snow and tossed me around. It was a crappy day in the terrain park and I just wanted to leave at that point.
Back home, 76
By the time we decided to leave, it was still snowing and we were worried that we would have to put on some chains. Luckily, the snow wasn't piling on the street and it melted almost immediately, voiding the need to put on chains. However, I realized I needed to put some gas. I was freakin' out because I was scared my car wouldn't start after I put some gas. What do you know, it didn't want to start. After about 10 forceful tries and some weird noises from my engine, I got my car to start. Coming out of the 76 station, I actually stalled right after I got my car started. FUCK! Okay, but fortunately I was able to get it started again. Oh crap, my engine light is now on.
Back on the Road
Traffic. Do you know what that means in a stick car? Higher probability of stalling. I was so scared to stall because I thought it would be our doom. Combined with the coffee, the pressure and stress was getting to my head. But luckily, I didn't stall and we were finally at the bottom of the mountain. Onto the freeway, we were. What the hell, my car starts jerking as I accelerate and it scares the shit out of us. The others felt I needed to pull over and get it looked at. Unfortunately, the Midas was closed and the Toyota dealership didn't have any mechanics. Toyota sent us to another place, but before I could get back onto the freeway, my car completely stalls on its own. Yup, we were screwed. My car no longer wanted to start. We were in Placerville, which is 140 miles away. Great.
Look, CHP off to the res...cue...
The CHP arrives and said that we were blocking part of the lane. I would say we were barely blocking anything, but he was angry at us that we didn't fortunately stall in a convenient way off to the side. Oh, okay sorry my wheels locked right when it stalled, asshole. Then he tells us to move it (and this is uphill) without helping us. He starts yelling at us, especially at Kathy for some reason. He is a fuckin' jerk. Once we were able to move it successfully, he peaces out without saying anything. Thanks for the all the help, Officer.
The REAL Rescue
We called AAA to get us a tow truck to bring us back to Union City. I told them that I had 3 other passengers and I asked if the truck could take all of us. They said that most trucks only carry 2-3 other passengers. This meant that some of us would be left behind and that would be fucked up. We started freakin' out because we didn't know who to call to pick us up. We decided to wait until the the tow truck came to make a decision. Luckily, he came with a quad cab and he was able to fit all of us! This guy was much nicer and I was just relieved after that fuckin' asshole of a CHP.
Scary Movie
You know those scary movies where some nice old guy comes to help you, and he turns out to be some serial killer? And he takes you to the woods to chop you up? Yeah, that's who this tow truck driver seemed like. He had the look and everything. But the sketchy part was when he exited at some random exit to "get gas". He went into these woods with no stop lights, signs, or lights and at the moment I really felt like I was going to die. It felt like we were 5 miles off of the freeway, and it didn't make sense at all to me. But I guess he had to go to some "special" gas station that gave commercial diesel gas for his truck. Weird. For the rest of the trip, he seemed like a nice guy.
780
Turns out my AAA card only covers 5 miles of towing. That meant I would have to pay for 130 miles of towing. How much was the rate, you ask? 6 dollars per mile, equating to 780 dollars for towing! Ridiculous! The policy with AAA is that the card member must be with the tow truck in order to use the free miles. I knew my mom had 100 miles free with her membership, but she wasn't with me. Luckily, this dude was cool with it and I was able to get 100 miles free. 264 dollars was a far better number in my head than 780.
Fuck Firestone
By 9pm, my car was back in Union City. The next morning, I decided I didn't want to go to work from all the of the Sunday trauma. Now, I had to get my car towed to the Nissan dealership. I wanted to use my mom's card again but then I would have go through this huge authorization process again, so I decided to give it a try the way I did it the night before. I used my own card number and when the tow truck driver came, I asked him if I could use my mom's card since it was 10 miles away and I only had 5 miles free, but he said that AAA wouldn't allow it. Why does everyone have to follow the law so precisely. It's about principles, people! He told me it was 12 dollars a mile so I was stuck having to pay 60 bucks just to get it to Nissan. But he spent 15 minutes trying to convince me to bring it to the shop that he came from because they would be cheaper and Nissan would overcharge. But I told him I had a huge feeling that this was a Nissan-specific problem and I also had two recalls on the car I needed to get fixed anyway. Finally, he gave up and brought me to the Nissan dealership. Another 60 bucks...bringing my towing total to 324. Bah.
Serviced
When I talked to the service consultant at the dealership, he told me that possibly the recalls were a reason why my car was stalling and not starting. If that was the case, I wouldn't have to pay for the diagnostic or the repairs! I was praying to my Atheist god that this was the case. By the end of the day, the guy called me back and said I was in luck! I didn't have to pay a single dime! He would have it done by the next day. I told him I got out of work at 5pm so I asked him if I could pick it up after. He said they closed at 6pm so that would be fine.
Out of Business?!
The next day, the guy leaves a message on my work phone telling me I had to pick up my car earlier than expected. He said if I couldn't pick it up, I'd have to call back and figure it out. I called back and I asked if I could come pick it up at 530pm instead, and the girl told me that I had to be there before 5pm or else I wouldn't be able to get my car today. And she told me there "might" be someone there the next day at 10am for me to pick it up. MIGHT?! She proceeded to tell me that the reason why I had to pick it up early was because they had gone out of business. WHAT THE FUCK?! Are you forreals?! I was frantically looking for my coworker because he was my ride to work. It was getting to 430pm and I couldn't find him anywhere. Luckily, I ran into someone who knew where he was and it turned out that I had to interrupt a meeting he was it, but I felt there was a sense of urgency with my situation, haha. When I got to the dealership, I was talking to the girl who gave me my papers, and she said no one knew about this and they barely found out that day. Man, that's fucked up. I was lucky that they were able to finish the maintenance on my car, but another guy who brought his Titan into the shop had to get his car towed out of the dealership because they weren't able to finish on his car. That's even more fucked.
At the end of this Tuesday, I finally had my car back and it sounds much better! What a tumultuous beginning of the week, though. I'm just hoping I don't have deja vu down in Mammoth this weekend...
The worst is over (I hope), so now it's time to go balls out for the rest of the week!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Struggle
Are we constantly struggling? Or do we reinvent struggles in order to have a reason to fight?
As someone who had been ridiculously surrounded by progressive thought, I saw a different perspective on race relations, education, oppressed communities, and the list goes on. Growing up, I never had interest in politics, but now I am glad to actually see myself care. And while I still believe that these struggles exist, being outside of that bubble I trapped myself in as an undergrad has given me another perspective.
I think it is easy to translate a global issue into each related aspect of everyday life. Through both the subtleties and blatancies of human interaction, that struggle is there. But I couldn't help but feel intrigued when I heard about Ann Coulter's book "Guilty: Liberal Victims and their Assault on America". I think it is a step to even consider the opinion of a conservative political commentator, and a controversial one at that. But I believe many of us can benefit from hearing the contrary opinion, including myself. When I start reading again, perhaps I'll begin with this book.
Anyway, this isn't a blog of personal conclusions (well, my blogs never really are), but more of the start of my exploration on this concept of struggle. I think I am in dire need of a mentally stimulating coffee-shop conversation.
As someone who had been ridiculously surrounded by progressive thought, I saw a different perspective on race relations, education, oppressed communities, and the list goes on. Growing up, I never had interest in politics, but now I am glad to actually see myself care. And while I still believe that these struggles exist, being outside of that bubble I trapped myself in as an undergrad has given me another perspective.
I think it is easy to translate a global issue into each related aspect of everyday life. Through both the subtleties and blatancies of human interaction, that struggle is there. But I couldn't help but feel intrigued when I heard about Ann Coulter's book "Guilty: Liberal Victims and their Assault on America". I think it is a step to even consider the opinion of a conservative political commentator, and a controversial one at that. But I believe many of us can benefit from hearing the contrary opinion, including myself. When I start reading again, perhaps I'll begin with this book.
Anyway, this isn't a blog of personal conclusions (well, my blogs never really are), but more of the start of my exploration on this concept of struggle. I think I am in dire need of a mentally stimulating coffee-shop conversation.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wallflower
No one expects much out of the wallflower. Reserved, socially awkward, and afraid of confrontation, he stands outside of the wall of conformity in observation of all before him. But as he gazes, his imagination flies above the clouds, inspired by detail and a fighter from within.
____________
_______ is just another word for elitist. Don't ask for open-mindedness when you go ahead and become the narrow-minded people you preach against. How unfortunate that you can be so blind to become the devil you have supposedly been fighting against all along. Don't think you are better than anyone else because you're just another one of them.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Dis-
There is one part of me that I’ve always noticed, and that is how easily disappointed I can become. In myself. In people. In life. There is this one quote that I always hear but I never believe: “Low expectations, high hopes.” What does that mean? To me, that is nothing but a mere disguise of the truth. Why lower expectations just to make sure you remain happy after the fact? Happiness equals satisfaction equals stationary equals nowhere in life. I have high expectations for a reason. If I fail to meet them, I give it another go. If I succeed, I change my expectations. It’s an endless cycle I call ambition. But the hard part is dealing with disappointment.
I think I give the impression that I can't handle the truth, which in a sense is true. No one wants to hear what they don't want to believe is true. But I need to hear the truth, though I don't always welcome it. Well, most of the time I do. But even if hearing the truth can be painful, I'd rather not hear from someone other than the person who should have told me in the first place.
Lie to me. Interesting show. But another tactic is getting to know the person. I don't think this just applies to me, but it seems that those close to me are more transparent now that I know them. Funny how I never call people out when they throw me a bold-faced lie. I guess it's receiving the truth in another way. Then comes the silent disappointment. And I move on.
I think I give the impression that I can't handle the truth, which in a sense is true. No one wants to hear what they don't want to believe is true. But I need to hear the truth, though I don't always welcome it. Well, most of the time I do. But even if hearing the truth can be painful, I'd rather not hear from someone other than the person who should have told me in the first place.
Lie to me. Interesting show. But another tactic is getting to know the person. I don't think this just applies to me, but it seems that those close to me are more transparent now that I know them. Funny how I never call people out when they throw me a bold-faced lie. I guess it's receiving the truth in another way. Then comes the silent disappointment. And I move on.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
1000 Journals Project
After going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, I had a dire urge to go to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. And that's where I saw the 1000 Journals Project. This artist, who refers to himself as 'Someguy', who is incredibly fascinated with graffiti art, diaries, and such that he wanted to start this project. What he did was he made 1000 empty journals and distributed them all over the world in bars, on park benches, to friends, for people to write and contribute their own art into those journals. He made a website to keep track of these journals and once they were completed they were sent back to him. Some of the journals were displayed at MOMA and some of the things I read or saw were just mindblowing. These are words and works of art contributed by "normal" people and it was beyond beautiful.
I've decided. I am going to start this with my friends and family. I hope this isn't considering plagarism of the concept, haha. I want to see what inspiring montage of art and words can be conjured up from the people I hold dear to me.
I've decided. I am going to start this with my friends and family. I hope this isn't considering plagarism of the concept, haha. I want to see what inspiring montage of art and words can be conjured up from the people I hold dear to me.
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