This is a covered bridge from a very small public park called "Poole's Mill" within a mile of my house back home. I've been coming here since I was basically born. The bridge itself, while having to have been restructured a few times, has stood strong the entire time. Many come here to relax, fish, have picnics and camp. I personally come to Poole's Mill to hang out with friends and play in the water like a small child. Yesterday, three friends and I had a sort of accidentally extended adventure down the river to a place we had not been before. I almost went over a waterfall. Oops. Some of my fondest memories, though, from childhood and recent times took place here. And they will continue being made I'm sure. This bridge is covered with graffiti from the last 30 years and is incapable of handling vehicle weight. It's run down and tired. But it stands for an excellent place that I've been spending time my entire life. And it's one of my favorite pieces of architecture and, because of its vast history, certainly one of my favorite structures.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I love this piece of architecture
This is a covered bridge from a very small public park called "Poole's Mill" within a mile of my house back home. I've been coming here since I was basically born. The bridge itself, while having to have been restructured a few times, has stood strong the entire time. Many come here to relax, fish, have picnics and camp. I personally come to Poole's Mill to hang out with friends and play in the water like a small child. Yesterday, three friends and I had a sort of accidentally extended adventure down the river to a place we had not been before. I almost went over a waterfall. Oops. Some of my fondest memories, though, from childhood and recent times took place here. And they will continue being made I'm sure. This bridge is covered with graffiti from the last 30 years and is incapable of handling vehicle weight. It's run down and tired. But it stands for an excellent place that I've been spending time my entire life. And it's one of my favorite pieces of architecture and, because of its vast history, certainly one of my favorite structures.
My right brain, my left brain
I guess I would categorize myself as a mixed thinker. My major is IT, which, next to business, is one of the most right brain majors one can have. My minor, however, is music tech. I would love more than anything to record and play music for a living one day.
Left Brain:
I think logically. I count the steps I take and end a staircase with my left foot. I view situations, arguments and nearly everything that crosses my path like an equation. Example: "Here is what has happened. Here is the solution. There is no sense in talking emotion and feelings when we have the numbers in front of us." Without a doubt, this is both a good and bad habit. Throughout life, it has caused me to be a fairly intelligent person in the fields of math and science, but has caused me to perhaps fail at understanding human motivation. I have friends like this as well, and we know that it can be our savior or downfall, depending on the events at hand.
Right Brain:
The way that I express myself personally, however, is absolutely creative. I spend every shred of free time I can find writing and playing music, writing in general (meaning words. In English), drawing all over anything I can find (badly, but nonetheless), or talking philosophy, religion, Creationism vs. Darwinism, and purpose with my counterparts. Ask anyone who knows me what I love. They will answer music. Right now, I spend my free time writing and playing music (mostly metal with a hint of blues) with a few exceptionally talented musicians from our very school. The band is young and yet nameless. However, when we do find a name and begin to feel comfortable enough in our material to start playing shows, you're absolutely right it's going on my blog. And you better all come.
I use both, as we all do at times, I suppose. I use both heavily. And hopefully, through this, it makes me a more, cliche as it may be, complete person. Gross, I know. I hate that phrase. But it stands anyway.
Left Brain:
I think logically. I count the steps I take and end a staircase with my left foot. I view situations, arguments and nearly everything that crosses my path like an equation. Example: "Here is what has happened. Here is the solution. There is no sense in talking emotion and feelings when we have the numbers in front of us." Without a doubt, this is both a good and bad habit. Throughout life, it has caused me to be a fairly intelligent person in the fields of math and science, but has caused me to perhaps fail at understanding human motivation. I have friends like this as well, and we know that it can be our savior or downfall, depending on the events at hand.
Right Brain:
The way that I express myself personally, however, is absolutely creative. I spend every shred of free time I can find writing and playing music, writing in general (meaning words. In English), drawing all over anything I can find (badly, but nonetheless), or talking philosophy, religion, Creationism vs. Darwinism, and purpose with my counterparts. Ask anyone who knows me what I love. They will answer music. Right now, I spend my free time writing and playing music (mostly metal with a hint of blues) with a few exceptionally talented musicians from our very school. The band is young and yet nameless. However, when we do find a name and begin to feel comfortable enough in our material to start playing shows, you're absolutely right it's going on my blog. And you better all come.
I use both, as we all do at times, I suppose. I use both heavily. And hopefully, through this, it makes me a more, cliche as it may be, complete person. Gross, I know. I hate that phrase. But it stands anyway.
This music video is a work of art
I've been listening to Sigur Ros for six or seven years. That's a guesstimation, but it's certainly been for longer than they've been well known. They are an Icelandic band that just about anyone can enjoy listening to. This song is called Hoppipolla, which literally translates in English to "Hopping in puddles." Watch the video and see why. It illustrates the childlike qualities in every person on the planet in a visual way. And it's a fairly moving video, if you're open to interpretation. Enjoy.
Meet This Artist I Know
This is my friend Mark Reagin. He is 19 and currently attends UGA where he is a ceramics major. He's really, really good.He's been making pottery for about three years, and he has begun to sell his works at local stores that carry these types of things as well as private showings. He generally focuses of throwing ceramics (bowls, plates, mugs, and weird sculptural pieces of nonsense that are for some reason eaten up by "cultural America"), but he also does pieces occasionally that do not require throwing. To be quite honest, he's so excited about his work that it bugs me and the rest of our friends as he individually gets us to inspect each piece he's brought home (and sometimes there can be a couple hundred) and expects us to show the same outrageous enthusiasm that he himself feels. I probably do this as well, however, when I write a piece of music that I'm very proud of. So I can't fault him too hard.
Anyway, he's an excellent artist. He's got his work on facebook, and you should probably go check it out if you have the time. And I've known him for ten years, so he's cool to talk to. Enjoy. :)
Saturday, April 11, 2009
I'm having a catharsis (1)
I have not dealt with much hardship in my life. When I say this, I mean of course that I have not starved, been left shelter-less, contracted malaria or had anything go massively wrong. None of my friends died today. When I see well-off, middle class people in America complaining about their lives or that raise they weren't given, a friend saying something behind their backs, or even something as trivial as a less-than-current cell phone, it truly irks me. I would love more than anything to run up to these people who claim to have it bad and say "Did you not eat dinner tonight?" or "How many of your relatives were shot to death today?" We, as a developed, technical society, have become absurdly self-centered.
This being said, I try not to complain very much. I know that somewhere in the distance there is someone at all times who would make me look like a little brat to even think about giving poor marks to any part of my life. This year of my life has truly, truly tested my strength as that type of person. The details are personal. This is a semi-personal blog (if those nouns can for one second be compounded), but even so I would like to not discuss them. Throughout this, I have been looking for strength in many different places. I look in my friends, my family, my music, my school work, I look anywhere for an answer and find none. Nothing to answer everyone's one question: why? As I sit on my back porch tonight with my laptop, a bowl of cereal and a cigarette, I've realized that nothing on this Earth can answer me why stylized, American life can be so challenging, yet so unfulfilling. Why do children die by the thousands every day at the hands of each other? And throughout this, why do I sit here waiting for lung cancer and doing nothing about it? And what've I found.
Ask the creator.
This being said, I try not to complain very much. I know that somewhere in the distance there is someone at all times who would make me look like a little brat to even think about giving poor marks to any part of my life. This year of my life has truly, truly tested my strength as that type of person. The details are personal. This is a semi-personal blog (if those nouns can for one second be compounded), but even so I would like to not discuss them. Throughout this, I have been looking for strength in many different places. I look in my friends, my family, my music, my school work, I look anywhere for an answer and find none. Nothing to answer everyone's one question: why? As I sit on my back porch tonight with my laptop, a bowl of cereal and a cigarette, I've realized that nothing on this Earth can answer me why stylized, American life can be so challenging, yet so unfulfilling. Why do children die by the thousands every day at the hands of each other? And throughout this, why do I sit here waiting for lung cancer and doing nothing about it? And what've I found.
Ask the creator.
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