YAY! I did find all my old blog posts that i printed before i deleted them all. before work starts up again... im going to re-publish my blogs.
can't wait.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
regrets.
when i first started my "parachutes" blog... my website was occidentalvintage.blogspot.com
so much of my life was documented on this site...but i freakin deleted a bunch of them when i became a teacher... WHY????????????????????
shit... i should have just unpublished them and saved them as drafts. luckily i printed the posts i deleted. hopefully i can find them and at least re-publish my poems.
so...hears my first blog. i decided to republish some posts that weren't too telling of my personal life and that i unpublished when i first became a teacher.
when i first started my "parachutes" blog... my website was occidentalvintage.blogspot.com
so much of my life was documented on this site...but i freakin deleted a bunch of them when i became a teacher... WHY????????????????????
shit... i should have just unpublished them and saved them as drafts. luckily i printed the posts i deleted. hopefully i can find them and at least re-publish my poems.
so...hears my first blog. i decided to republish some posts that weren't too telling of my personal life and that i unpublished when i first became a teacher.
Monday, April 17, 2006
...
i see through no lens
and because of that
i am blind
this lens i speak of
gives me a
perspective
to look at life in a
new light
without this lens
i'm a human
without a
soul
photography is my poetry
and my poetry has died
what a nice day
to come alive
capturing these moments
that will soon
disapear
the sun casting distant shadows of electric wires
slowly moving along a continuum
it leaves behind a distinct impression
of
four.black .lines .
on
grey. asphalt.
soon to be gone
as with
the seconds
that tic with time
the muffled cars bustling on geary
the noise i only see through
what i hear coming from my
window
leaves on tree branches
dancing in the wind
and faint cool breeze
flirting with
skin
giving me
goose bumps
what a nice day
to
come alive again
to
capture these moments
i hear
see
and
feel.
but it has to wait
till another day.
i see through no lens
and because of that
i am blind
this lens i speak of
gives me a
perspective
to look at life in a
new light
without this lens
i'm a human
without a
soul
photography is my poetry
and my poetry has died
what a nice day
to come alive
capturing these moments
that will soon
disapear
the sun casting distant shadows of electric wires
slowly moving along a continuum
it leaves behind a distinct impression
of
four.black .lines .
on
grey. asphalt.
soon to be gone
as with
the seconds
that tic with time
the muffled cars bustling on geary
the noise i only see through
what i hear coming from my
window
leaves on tree branches
dancing in the wind
and faint cool breeze
flirting with
skin
giving me
goose bumps
what a nice day
to
come alive again
to
capture these moments
i hear
see
and
feel.
but it has to wait
till another day.
noise escapes through car mufflers
bustling on geary st.
all i hear is noise as i type these words onto my comuputer screen.
buses squeeking to let down it's passengers
bustling on geary st.
all i hear is noise as i type these words onto my comuputer screen.
buses squeeking to let down it's passengers
Friday, December 02, 2005
easy...
its mid afternoon, quite sunny outside....far different from the scene yesterday. cold and rainy.
i like it better that way. cold and rainy.
weird how weather can be up here in the bay.
i'm on my sixth class of red wine. carbernet savignon. then off to take a short nap before i get started on a paper thats due next tuesday.
damn i can't wait till this is all done. school and all. although, i'm starting my research on my thesis next spring. can't wait.
where have my fridays gone these past couple of years?
hmmmm... lets see.... at home cozying up with my boyfriend after a long week.
i'm twenty-six years old, soon to be going on twenty seven. so much has changed in my life. a tremendous amount of change.
its mid afternoon, quite sunny outside....far different from the scene yesterday. cold and rainy.
i like it better that way. cold and rainy.
weird how weather can be up here in the bay.
i'm on my sixth class of red wine. carbernet savignon. then off to take a short nap before i get started on a paper thats due next tuesday.
damn i can't wait till this is all done. school and all. although, i'm starting my research on my thesis next spring. can't wait.
where have my fridays gone these past couple of years?
hmmmm... lets see.... at home cozying up with my boyfriend after a long week.
i'm twenty-six years old, soon to be going on twenty seven. so much has changed in my life. a tremendous amount of change.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Gentrification at its best....
inner city home.... i usually take the 280 on my way home, to purposely drive on sixth street. i guess you could say that i'm a fan of these streets. broken windows. abandoned motels. Graffiti art. lost souls. stumbling on concrete-stumbling on words. i'm infatuated with the lifestyles of the not so rich and not so famous. The people that walk these streets, intrigue my mind. perspectiveness. realizations. this neighborhood... which consist of just three blocks of sixth street, is a world of unknown complexities that are unreal to you and me.
my infatuation with this street is coming to an end. i now drive down newly paved roads with side walks lined with five story palm trees. motels are being demolished to only be replaced by a yuppie consciousness and their mythical urban lofts.
poor lost souls. where will they go? this is gentrification at its best.
inner city home.... i usually take the 280 on my way home, to purposely drive on sixth street. i guess you could say that i'm a fan of these streets. broken windows. abandoned motels. Graffiti art. lost souls. stumbling on concrete-stumbling on words. i'm infatuated with the lifestyles of the not so rich and not so famous. The people that walk these streets, intrigue my mind. perspectiveness. realizations. this neighborhood... which consist of just three blocks of sixth street, is a world of unknown complexities that are unreal to you and me.
my infatuation with this street is coming to an end. i now drive down newly paved roads with side walks lined with five story palm trees. motels are being demolished to only be replaced by a yuppie consciousness and their mythical urban lofts.
poor lost souls. where will they go? this is gentrification at its best.
Friday, September 23, 2005
breathing history...
i can only imagine what will become of new orleans in the next decade or so. i see the many displaced peoples relocating to different cities and their city, the city that they once called home... is no longer theirs. i see it in the hands of the rich and no longer the poor. do you think they'll really rebuild the ghettos out there? damn. its almost gonna be a month since this disaster struck. what has president bush really done to help them out. all our troops are a drift around the world, at some naval base somewhere out there. what's happening in my life time is so unbelievable. i'm living and breathing history right now. damn. i'm with all those sufficating around the world-gasping for a peaceful, serene breath of air.
i can only imagine what will become of new orleans in the next decade or so. i see the many displaced peoples relocating to different cities and their city, the city that they once called home... is no longer theirs. i see it in the hands of the rich and no longer the poor. do you think they'll really rebuild the ghettos out there? damn. its almost gonna be a month since this disaster struck. what has president bush really done to help them out. all our troops are a drift around the world, at some naval base somewhere out there. what's happening in my life time is so unbelievable. i'm living and breathing history right now. damn. i'm with all those sufficating around the world-gasping for a peaceful, serene breath of air.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
inner city home...
sixth and mission.
sixth and mission.
i see a neighborhood drastically changing before my eyes.
is this a good thing?
i see...
a women dancing in on the side walk to the beats of a drum only she can hear
i see...
gentrification at its peak
i see...
a man -high off of some kind of shit
he walks in a crooked manner
stumbling on the faint mumbled words coming from his lips
i can't help but stare.
but i look at him.
my mind begins to wander.
lips moving. mouthing words only he understands.
him who stumbles on his words into iron cages that enclose a shop keeper's window.
him who i feel compassion for
him who denies my reality
him who is my existence
i feel
his
pain.
yet, i still wonder...
does he feel his own?
Thursday, September 01, 2005
just that....
my feelings are in constant flux when it comes to what & how i genuinely feel about going to USF. i wonder if all people (minorities generally speaking) who go onto a higher education ever feel what i'm feeling right now...ever experience what i'm experiencing right now.... ever lived what i'm living right now.... this feeling of emptiness. an emptiness so deep that you feel like you've been sucked into a black hole into another dimension. a dimension that just crushes your soul and the essence of your being.
where has my reality gone?
i go to a school where the term "brown people" is used when describing different ethnic enclaves such as japanese, mexicans, filipinos...
how am i suppose to feel about this when i'm like the only "brown" person in the fuckin class? i mean... don't get me wrong... i've had some really dope teachers here as well... but i just can't believe i gotta go through some ignorant shit.
we need more BROWN peeps to represent at the graduate level. seriously... the higher you go in education... the more alone you feel. it sucks.
this is exactly why i want to educate. we need to change the system. we need to see more classes filled with BROWN peeps. we need to represent. we need to shift this ignorance into what is real life experience for another person. that's all i'm feeling...just that.
my feelings are in constant flux when it comes to what & how i genuinely feel about going to USF. i wonder if all people (minorities generally speaking) who go onto a higher education ever feel what i'm feeling right now...ever experience what i'm experiencing right now.... ever lived what i'm living right now.... this feeling of emptiness. an emptiness so deep that you feel like you've been sucked into a black hole into another dimension. a dimension that just crushes your soul and the essence of your being.
where has my reality gone?
i go to a school where the term "brown people" is used when describing different ethnic enclaves such as japanese, mexicans, filipinos...
how am i suppose to feel about this when i'm like the only "brown" person in the fuckin class? i mean... don't get me wrong... i've had some really dope teachers here as well... but i just can't believe i gotta go through some ignorant shit.
we need more BROWN peeps to represent at the graduate level. seriously... the higher you go in education... the more alone you feel. it sucks.
this is exactly why i want to educate. we need to change the system. we need to see more classes filled with BROWN peeps. we need to represent. we need to shift this ignorance into what is real life experience for another person. that's all i'm feeling...just that.
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