Did you see the moon last night?
It was full and red and shining bright
But I wished it was blue
It’s been so long since I heard from you…
Did you see the stars out there?
Glowing, casting white light, so far from here
They remind me of you
Too far away; what can I do?
Did you see the late night sky?
So deep and dark, and way up high
But I wished it was me
Covering the world, I’d be wherever you may be
I was messing around with cards and screenshots on my Palm Pre (which I love, BTW, I can’t imagine having anything else), and layered a few while I held out the wave launcher and took another screenshot. I think it came out pretty cool, but I could just be being a geek.
i went on a bike ride last night. then i went on a walk. these are from the walk.
you know how i love red. and black.
just tried wallrides a few weeks ago for the first time. this is the second time i’ve tried. not horrible, but definitely not all that sweet. i’m learning…
Had a good night of riding though; manuals are getting better, been hopping on to the highest stuff I have yet, and have all around better control and smoother riding style. Bikes are fun.
I just remembered something from my childhood: My dad was in the Navy for about fourteen years, and before we moved to Italy my mother, brother, and I would always meet him at the train station in Jackson to pick him up when he came home from sea. And every time, he would have brought gifts for my brother and I. And every time, they were flashlights.
And we thought it was the greatest thing ever.
Some things get nailed. This one gets stapled. This is what happens when I’m on a corner near a popular sign to post on, waiting for a friend to come out of her house; I take out my camera. I like the macro setting.
I took this while watching TV at my friend Ashley’s house one night with a few people. There were a lot of other scenes in the show that were appealing, and turned out better as a photo, but I like this one pretty well. Something about the blood on the woman’s face is very appealing to me. I’m not sure what that says about me, but whatever. This post was mostly to see how flickrs post to blog function works, and because I wanted a new picture to show up when people land on the blog.
These are a few of the shots from a series of photos i took on Memorial Day weekend (DEMF! 
) from our room in the Renaissance Center in downtown Detroit as the sun was coming up over Detroit; Belle Isle; the Detroit River; and Windsor, Ontario. The full album can be seen here, at my awesome albums facebook page.
I have always been fascinated with the craft of acting, and have read many books on all aspects of it, from the business end, different methods (including “method”), down to stories of those who have failed in their pursuits of making a living at acting. For some time though, a particular book –one that is often regarded as among the finest available on the subject– has managed to elude my grasp, whether by being unavailable as I was to check it out, or just slipping my mind when I had an opportunity to grab it.
It is, as silly as this may sound, my intense interest in acting that often keeps me from being able to enjoy movies. Not so much that I think I could do better (especially since I am completely untrained), but just that I get carried away in thinking about the work that went into developing a character; the training at sword fighting, or whatever other skill the character is proficient in; and just general fantasies about what an amazing job it must be to be an actor. Not that I am deluded and full of only the glamorous aspects of all this. I understand that the term starving artist is so well known for a reason, and that actors (unless they are excellent waiters) are often the hungriest of them all. There’s something about the struggle, the romance, the suffering for art, that seems like magic to me, and makes me want to learn more about this art and those who do it so well.
At last I managed to have my mind on this subject when I was searching the library catalog recently, and came across An Actor Prepares, by Constantin Stanislavski. I’ve only managed 50 pages of reading in the first night, but have so far thoroughly enjoyed it. The way it is written is interesting, almost like a story…here is what Wikipedia says: An Actor Prepares.
this is behind a chinese restaurant my parents used to take me to when we’d drive to ann arbor for dinner and shopping. i always tried to get them to drop me off there with my skateboard while they shopped, and then just meet up with me fo dinner. it never worked. but now that i’m all old, i can do what i want. i don’t have a skateboard anymore, though. but my bikes like it.
