incommunicado

This is a damn shame. A constant reminder that as much as time may pass, progress is moving at turtle speed, while history continues to repeat itself.

Away from the topic itself, I am reminded of an ongoing conversation between Vanessa and I. It all started one day when we came home from a rally pretty disappointed. Reflecting on the organizers and the content of the rally, it all felt outdated, or rather, as if activism was also moving at turtle speed. What worked 40 years ago will not necessarily move the world today. In fact, in this age of "Information", there is an abundance of information at our disposal, and even better, millions of ways that we can disperse this information. The problem we face today is the scarcity of attention spans, and perhaps, TOO many options to connect and contact. How can we infiltrate modern man's digital and analog vices and devices to bring the urgency of today to their attention?

This morning I received two new emails: a flavorpill eblast/update - which caught me up to date with the off-the-beaten-path hoopla art and culture from across the nation, and the above video via link/friend referral. Within seconds, I am up to date, informed. I wonder to myself if the Jena6 will benefit from the web coverage and discussions. Can portals like YouTube be utilized for causes. I try to imagine what would be of the LA Riots if Rodney King happened only yesterday. The coverage of him being beaten down by LAPD would be streaming throughout the globe. Would the LA Riots become a World Riot? Would there be some sort of uproar in some far remote country? I am exaggerating, but still there is a point. I am simply reminded of ways to maintain dialog in a "web 2.0" world, and am reminding myself to be an active member of this so-called (digital) community.

so, where do we begin?

new

I am slowly adjusting to all things new from my move:
New roommate(s). New commute. New thoughts. New faces.

All in all, it is exciting and new, and am finding delight in spending an hour on the train to and fro work, and all the many things I can accomplish while gazing out the sometimes-tinted windows:
-peep new burners/murals/graffiti (some great stuff between here and SF)
-read one of the many books I've recently purchased for just such the occasion on amazon (at the rate i'm reading, i'll be reading a book a week)
-catch up with life: eat breakfast, sketch, compile to-do lists, organize my laptop, download digital photos from memory cards, sleep...
-take photographs
-return emails (on the phone - my poor thumbs)
-and when all else fails, resort to the ever so plentiful iPod

It's just great. By the time I get home, I have nothing to worry about, no lingering thoughts from the day, no unfinished business haunting me. I can simply just enjoy life. Now don't get me wrong, give me a good few years of this shit and I'd say fuck the commute, but it ain't tomorrow just yet.


An ode to the wonderful home I left behind.

In other news, my weekend in Vegas was definitely one of those weekends in Vegas. Very little can and will be shared on a public blog about the bachelorette festivities without breaking the code of Vegas. But I can say that it was an awesome trip with great friends. Here's to growing up...