"Ok, first things first: I'll eat your brains, then I'll start rocking gold teeth and fangs."

Kanye West, Bon Iver, Nicki Minaj?

>>>>>>>Listen Here<<<<<<<

This is so awesome.
I especially love Nicki Minaj's part- the way she fluctuates her voice in a way that I think is so attractive and powerful. She really is a monster. I can't call myself a fan of hers, but dang...How could you not like this flow of hers? She just kills it!

Not gonna lie, some of Ye's verses made me laugh out loud.
*I like the way he says 'sarcophagus'
*"..Malibu, I call it MALI-BOO-YAH!"

Besides that, I love the the beat, and the way that Bon Iver's vocals were utilized towards the beginning and end of the song. It was a nice way to wind down a track like this.

Just a note...If you can't handle the occasional explicit verse...listen to something else. Haha.

"The Greater Good"

You know what that is?
It's the phrase that steals freedom.

Swordish Hotkiss Night

I've decided that Empire of The Sun would probably be the most memorable concert I could ever hope to see or photograph. Known for their eccentric sound and even more eccentric image, Empire of The Sun would make a promising show, saturated with a myriads photo ops. Should I have the chance to attend and document a ETS concert, I'd definitely post them online for more of their fans to see.

Mi Casa Es Su Casa

It's funny how we each regard to our minds differently
Some of us think of our minds as a computer
Each memory is like a file
Locations: Hard-drive, clipboard, recycle bin.
I picture mine as a house: different rooms. Nooks. Crannies.A memory is in turn like a piece of furniture you decide to keep
or put in the attic
or throw out.


I wonder, how would you personally illustrate your mind?
I find now that  have this affinity towards illustrating things like smell and sound lately.
Generally things are aren't normally given a picture. It makes things more fun!
It's as if I'm giving the shy kid a chance to be seen in the school yearbook for once.

Slightly related note: I hope I work with a synesthesiac one day. If they don't mind.

Photo by: http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesoupboy/400278091/

Peter Parker Picked A Pack Of Potential Photojournalists

When a typical person thinks of a "photojournalist", it will come to no surprise that they probably picture a man with a camera, and a fancy press pass either around his neck or fixed on the rim of his fedora.  Photojournalists, however, are more than they appear to be in the media. To suceed in their profession, photojournalists have to have an array of personal traits that will aid in their spontaneous and sometimes hectic lifesyle. A photojournalist needs to be on his or her feet, staying on top of the latest news, and never straying too far from their camera. They need to be quick-thinking and clever in their techniques, as it is inevitable that the best shot will not always be the easiest. Yes, standing on telephone poles, crawling underneath vehicles, wrestling through dense brush- the possibilities are endless.

Photojournalism 1B

Hello Darkness! Hello Sunshine! Hello Not-At-All!

A small exchange of words with a friend on the bus after school.


"I was listening to Velvet Underground while walking to class...I had a spring in step."
"I was listening to Dr. Dre...I had a limp in my step."



While walking to class at Pan Am this afternoon, I had been listening to "Stephanie Says" by Velvet Underground. This song put me in the best of moods. I listened to the full song for the first time after I stepped off the bus, and as soon as I got into the rhythm of it, I couldn't stop smiling.
As I walked through the Student Union, still smiling, I made eye-contact with several people crossing my path.  Some reluctantly smiled back, others assumed I could see right though them and was smiling at something behind them, I guess. It made me wonder, "When was the last time me or anyone else gave a full smile to a stranger?". I usually just smile awkwardly to whoever I come in contact with, and vice-versa. The rest of the people I cross paths with ignore me, as I do them. It's a bit pitiful that we're so into our little worlds, and I daresay a bit self-centered when it comes to being in public, that we don't have the mind to greet and smile at a stranger. I've experienced places where EVERYONE says a humble "howdy" or "hi", or at least acknowledges your existance. I'm wondering why it's so wrong to do this here, and how it became custom to completely ignore the kid who sits behind you in English when you see him at H-E-B, or the lady whom you've seen in church before, standing next to you in the elevator as you both make your way to the third floor.

"Your X-Ray Showed A Broken Rib, But We Fixed It With Photoshop."

     Photography can be a beautiful thing. It allows us, essentially, to communicate- to literally illustrate our angers, our joys, our worries. It allows us to educate. But when people opt to manipulate an image in effort to manipulate the masses, or even just one person, photography  is distorted into a misleading fallacy. It's stripped of it's truth-revealing nature and made into something only humans could be capable of fabricating: lies.

    Granted, some forms of photography allow, even encourage for creative alterations to be devised. However, when one is supposed to report the world how it really is, it's unacceptable, even in terms of the smallest details, to alter what is seen through the viewfinder the second the shutter goes off.

Photojournalism 1B

Calm Before The Storm

That's what I think about this year so far.
The beginning of this year seems to be a bit anti-climatic compared to our insanely hectic junior year.
This feels dangerous.
So much "chillness" is not normal. Something crazy has to happen.

Photojournalism 1B

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Dumpster Diving with Cely and Lexxa

Yesterday, I had finally done it. After months of a clean record with this outrageously costly piece of plastic and tin, I had finally managed to accidentally dispose it. In a school trash can. In the cafeteria,where even before the food is festering at the bottom of a rubbish bin, it's already sufficiently revolting.


"Are you sure it's in this bin?"
"Ah...yes?"


Together with my friends, Celina and Alexxa, I peered cautiously into the beholder of my once-clean retainer. That trash can was a disgusting abyss of gunky disposed bananas, some that looked like they were half-chewed and spit back out, soupy mashed potatoes, and a litany of different wrappers and plastic containers.


My face and a good half of my torso were engulfed by the garbage bin for a good 8 minutes at least. Luckily, with the help of Cely and Lexxa (and with the moral support of a righteous janitor), I found my retainer.


That night, I spent so much time and effort in affirming that my retainer was clean, I'm pretty sure that it came out cleaner than before it had landed in the trash can.