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(I should have just gone all in)
19.12.12
17.12.12
between-here-and-there
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"Between Here and There"
encaustic mixed media
7x5 inches
October 2012
11.10.12
Foreigner
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I typically feel exceedingly foreign for someone that's known me for as long as I have...
29.9.12
24.9.12
Chasms: Mine is the Curse of Expectation.
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She could sense its vacuum from a distance far beyond the hollow air that rushed in to fill the void across this canyon...
A chasm spanning ten million miles wide, its bowels cut wide open, deeper than the most distant molecule in space...
She could see a distant, almost transparent apparition standing very still and watching her with no expression.., she stood precisely where the sun would set.
All the while, knowing that this far-off stranger was not a stranger at all.
I was She and She was Me, and despite our fate to spend eternity alone, We shared a finite moment within an infinite expanse.
(They became We - She & Me).
21.9.12
3.9.12
.Extenuating.Cervical.Expanses.
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"Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back and home to bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!"
— J.R.R. Tolkien,
"The Fellowship of the Ring"
24.8.12
.Extenuating.Cervical.Expanses.
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"Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back and home to bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!"
— J.R.R. Tolkien,
"The Fellowship of the Ring"
*** with aremaC: I used a Canon self shot (a few apps prior), and used the "speed of light," preset, as well as my own mask and painted away some of the effects. :)
12.8.12
SHARKS & CHASMS:
There is a shark inside his heart; take no notice if he tells you different
it eats from the inside out, its teeth extra sharp its bite more deadly than the volcanoes surge; he has swallowed so much lava he can only taste
the blood and dirt – choking on his plagued verbatim as his tongue
hangs loose; he has dreamt long now of a truce.
Pride will take him down screaming – for this snake cannot shed skin
though he rattles and rolls amongst his contemporary playmates.
He can only write what aches and haunts on the walls that have besieged him. And so it festers this dark temperament; it eats on the bones then buries itself in fields and fields of gold, for it is the dream he tried so hard to awaken.
They say a snake and pig cannot live an authentic life, too many bad stars in a different hemisphere with the same urban sky brush stroked with empyrean amber – silver blue smoke clouds the eyes; everything so much colder.
Although well acquainted with female psychology, he neither likes nor understands her casting a critical eye – yet continues to creep each night into her boudoir, watching intently the hot steam that escapes from her aura. The sight of her uncurled in his grip – awaiting in trepidation their twin souls in flight. He can only look away as her dreams die swiftly – shape shifted into a silent Macabre dance. The self sacrifice of a pigs heart for the gluttonous sake of a love he fed her in dribs and drabs. She loves to be the martyr. They will hold each other at times alone in a snow globe looking out through all the devastation, his touch will electrify her and their eyes will lock with that age old understanding – it was always the moments that mattered. But she cannot keep him from his hunting – those sharp teeth and shark heart needing constant new amusement, his compassion waned. His soul dyed every different shade of anthracite lines – the edges will blur and he’ll lose sight of her. His deception deep sprung from a well of venom, burned coldly into her immense sorrowful eyes. In the end she will have no choice but to leave and yet she will forever look blindly for his silhouette wandering the earth dazed.
**Unable to determine source.
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3.8.12
I am exceedingly and repulsed by all this humanity.
To my bewilderment and disgust,
I still yearn for a kind word or a gentle touch.
Yet.., those inevitable tears of rage and loneliness begin to fall..,
From a distance far beyond their steely whispers and hollow echoes ricochet
eternally across and around the canyon a million miles wide
and deeper than the most distant molecule in space ~
I can hear those bitter screams escape my throat ~
I begin choking on the vomit of you.
~ .the.sound.of.my.thoughts.cannot.be.contained.despite.all.of.our.best.efforts. ~
1.7.12
OH, GOD
Photo By: Self
spilling water from my back,
you call and i come.
that exhausted walk to reach you
breathless and no i didn’t run
to see you, i’ve been smoking
too much, same thing.
another awkward hug in the car
as my face smashes your cheek
that i can feel it leaving now
is the saddest, a beautiful eruption
you could have picked it off the tree
and chowed
but you weren’t hungry.
feeling it dying away all day
much worse than the straining
against the leash, another gorgeous
thing that should not have happened,
gone again.
By -Michelle Tea
"Oh God" from The Beautiful: Collected Poems.
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23.6.12
17.6.12
Love is Only a Stalemate and We are all Fighting our Own World Wars
My war has been lost.
You were the evil that tore through my land. Leaving nothing behind but your garbage. You didn’t just betray me or use me, that would have been preferable. You devastated my world, you raped my soul, and you used me as your receptacle - your means of disposing your deepest fears, your anger, your shame (and your shame runs even deeper than the chasms that surround my sun). You pillaged my faith, you stole my ability to trust. You harvested my love and then used it to feed your locusts and rats, you brought nothing but pestilence and pain, you are a plague. You are a cancer. You do not deserve one morsel of peace. You are the only one breathing in and out of those wretched organs that oxygenate your tainted blood supply. My disgust for you is unreachable, unfathomable, unprecedented. I am repulsed by all of humanity and yet I yearn for a kind word or a gentle touch. Yet, just as suddenly as tears of loneliness begin to fall down my tired cheeks, a bitter scream escapes my throat -
I begin to choke on the vomit of you.
.symmetry.is.perfection.
11.6.12
Decisions Are Emotional, not Logical: The Neuroscience behind Decision Making
Think of a situation where you had bulletproof facts, reason, and logic on your side, and believed there was absolutely no way the other person could say no to your perfectly constructed argument and proposal. To do so would be impossible, you figured, because there was no other logical solution or answer.
And then the other person dug in his heels and refused to budge. He wasn’t swayed by your logic. Were you flabbergasted?
This is similar to what many negotiators do when they sit down at the table to hammer out a deal. They come armed with facts, and they attempt to use logic to sway the other party. They figure that by piling on the data and using reason to explain their side of the situation, they can construct a solution that is simply irrefutable—and get the other party to say yes.
They’re doomed to fail, however, because decision-making isn’t logical, it’s emotional, according to the latest findings in neuroscience.
A few years ago, neuroscientist Antonio Damasio made a groundbreaking discovery. He studied people with damage in the part of the brain where emotions are generated. He found that they seemed normal, except that they were not able to feel emotions. But they all had something peculiar in common: they couldn’t make decisions. They could describe what they should be doing in logical terms, yet they found it very difficult to make even simple decisions, such as what to eat. Many decisions have pros and cons on both sides—shall I have the chicken or the turkey? With no rational way to decide, these test subjects were unable to arrive at a decision.
So at the point of decision, emotions are very important for choosing. In fact even with what we believe are logical decisions, the very point of choice is arguably always based on emotion.
This finding has enormous implications for negotiation professionals. People who believe they can build a case for their side using reason are doomed to be poor negotiators, because they don’t understand the real factors that are driving the other party to come to a decision. Those who base their negotiation strategy on logic end up relying on assumptions, guesses, and opinions. If my side of the argument is logical, they figure, then the other side can’t argue with it and is bound to come around to my way of thinking. The problem is, you can’t assume that the other party will see things your way.
What the negotiator can and must do, however, is create a vision for the other side to bring about discovery and decision on their part. In the end, your opponent will make the decision because he wants to. Getting him to want to, using the step-by-step methodology that is part of the Camp System, is the job of the negotiator—not trying to convince him with reason.
You don’t tell your opponent what to think or what’s best. You help them discover for themselves what feels right and best and most advantageous to them. Their ultimate decision is based on self-interest. That’s emotional. I want this. This is good for me and my side.
There’s a detailed and systematic way to go about building vision the right way. But in general, if you can get the other party to reveal their problems, pain, and unmet objectives, then you can build a vision for them of their problem, with you and your proposal as the solution. They won’t make their decision because it is logical. They’ll make their decision because you have helped them feel that it’s to their advantage to do so.
And then the other person dug in his heels and refused to budge. He wasn’t swayed by your logic. Were you flabbergasted?
This is similar to what many negotiators do when they sit down at the table to hammer out a deal. They come armed with facts, and they attempt to use logic to sway the other party. They figure that by piling on the data and using reason to explain their side of the situation, they can construct a solution that is simply irrefutable—and get the other party to say yes.
They’re doomed to fail, however, because decision-making isn’t logical, it’s emotional, according to the latest findings in neuroscience.
A few years ago, neuroscientist Antonio Damasio made a groundbreaking discovery. He studied people with damage in the part of the brain where emotions are generated. He found that they seemed normal, except that they were not able to feel emotions. But they all had something peculiar in common: they couldn’t make decisions. They could describe what they should be doing in logical terms, yet they found it very difficult to make even simple decisions, such as what to eat. Many decisions have pros and cons on both sides—shall I have the chicken or the turkey? With no rational way to decide, these test subjects were unable to arrive at a decision.
So at the point of decision, emotions are very important for choosing. In fact even with what we believe are logical decisions, the very point of choice is arguably always based on emotion.
This finding has enormous implications for negotiation professionals. People who believe they can build a case for their side using reason are doomed to be poor negotiators, because they don’t understand the real factors that are driving the other party to come to a decision. Those who base their negotiation strategy on logic end up relying on assumptions, guesses, and opinions. If my side of the argument is logical, they figure, then the other side can’t argue with it and is bound to come around to my way of thinking. The problem is, you can’t assume that the other party will see things your way.
What the negotiator can and must do, however, is create a vision for the other side to bring about discovery and decision on their part. In the end, your opponent will make the decision because he wants to. Getting him to want to, using the step-by-step methodology that is part of the Camp System, is the job of the negotiator—not trying to convince him with reason.
You don’t tell your opponent what to think or what’s best. You help them discover for themselves what feels right and best and most advantageous to them. Their ultimate decision is based on self-interest. That’s emotional. I want this. This is good for me and my side.
There’s a detailed and systematic way to go about building vision the right way. But in general, if you can get the other party to reveal their problems, pain, and unmet objectives, then you can build a vision for them of their problem, with you and your proposal as the solution. They won’t make their decision because it is logical. They’ll make their decision because you have helped them feel that it’s to their advantage to do so.
* * * * * Jim Camp is founder and CEO of The Camp Negotiation Institute, with more than 400 students from 24 countries enrolled in its Team Member courses. He is author of two bestselling books published by Crown, Start with No and NO: The Only System of Negotiation You Need for Work or Home, which have been translated into 12 languages, and a new 6-CD audio program "The Power of No," produced by Nightingale-Conant. He was recently a featured panelist at Harvard's 2012 Negotiation & Leadership Conference
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I lost my very first blog a couple years ago . . .
"how the hell do you lose a blog'" you ask?
good question!
Sadly, i do not have the answer...
I fell into an incredibly deep chasm somewhere within that wretched grey matter between my ears.
By the time i was able to even peek over the edge after clawing my way up,
I could no longer even remember my log in information . . .
Bummer, too. it was growing into a nice blog!
(here it is, anyways.... a ghost of what might have been a lot more)
7.6.12
And what a fine #Sunrise for a fine IG #GoodMorning! Buenas Días! ;)
And what a fine #Sunrise for a fine IG #GoodMorning! Buenas Días! ;), originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
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“This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your
forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side
and whisper in your ear…
When you are in the crowd,
it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart
to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart.”
~Rabindranath Tagore
11.5.12
creeeeeepy! no, i don't have a clue, but it would be immoral to not share this and ask for ya'lls opinion..!!!
creeeeeepy! no, i don't have a clue, but it would be immoral to not share this and ask for ya'lls opinion..!!!, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
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Not the best photo I've ever posted, but a tree with freaky tentacles growing out of it ???! How could I even consider passing that up ??
I offered one million US dollars last year on instagram to anyone who could tell me what this was/is... (monopoly US dollars, naturally - but I assumed they knew that already). I still have not found an answer besides my dad's hypothesis that a telephone or electrical wire began growing through the tree before it was clipped, and over time, the tree grows and pushes the foreign object outward, creating that incredibly disturbing appearance of tentacle growth . . . I can't come up with a better theory myself!
anybody??
15.4.12
11.3.12
We are All Adrift on the Same Titanic
.FUSION.IN.UNISON... Days turn into weeks turn into years turn into hydrogen turn into helium oxygen and the elements get heavier and heavier until the celestial weight crashes into itself and that is the definition of time.
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4.3.12
P A R T S
YOURS TRULY, DARLING//
******************************
AS IF I WERE YOURS
YOU GIVE ME THAT SMILE.
AS IF I WERE YOURS
YOU ASK FOR MY TRUST.
HAS NO ONE TOLD YOU?
DON’T YOU KNOW?
SCARS ARE REMINDERS
THAT NOBODY CARES.
WHERE WERE YOU
WHEN EVERYTHING ABOUT ME WAS UGLY?
AS IF I WERE YOURS
I THIRST FOR YOUR VOICE.
AS IF I WERE YOURS
I DREAM OF YOUR EYES.
WHY DON’T I REMEMBER?
HOW CAN’T I KNOW?
THERE’S NO PLACE
FOR ME IN YOUR WORLD.
WHERE WAS I
WHEN YOU NEEDED HOPE?
AS IF I WERE YOURS
I’D SELL YOU MY SOUL.
AS IF I WERE YOURS
YOU’D TAKE IT FROM ME.
AS IF I WERE YOURS
AS IF YOU WERE MINE.
AS IF.
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WRITING SOURCE: http://writeorwronged.tumblr.com
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Apologies.
1.3.12
A bird sings for me each morning while I drink my coffee. My audacity for such love from nature is inconsequential. My soul will weep a little less today.
A bird sings for me each morning while I drink my coffee. My audacity for such love from nature is inconsequential. My soul will weep a little less today., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
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one of my new favorite apps... Twistcam! I'm impressed with it...! :)) I also used snapseed, phototoaster, colorleap, camera+, and snapseed for this photo edit. - for any iphoneographeres out there interested in this sort of description...! ;)
28.2.12
Sarantonton
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Coccinella algerica.
Sony A580
Minolta 100mm 2.8 macro
75mm Kenko tubes
F18
1/50
ISO 1600
Autor: David Marquina Reyes
Macreando
Under Creative Commons License: Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives
18.2.12
12.2.12
Anti-anhedonia
"We question our sanity, determine we’ve gone mad, and fall into the pit of spent life. What do I want? That is the most difficult question, when really I have two very conflicting answers. One which will kill me, and at times this seems to be the most desirable.”
— Anna Westin’s Journal (quote via: http://sicklythin.tumblr.com)
10.2.12
Cut.Down.(again). . . . We continue to lose our way, and the importance of legend and primal truth become lost within the storm of human nature.
Cut.Down.(again). . . . We continue to lose our way, and the importance of legend and primal truth become lost within the storm of human nature., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
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Too often I search for deeper meaning. Too often this is only my futile hope that the surface is only a part of the story and the true meaning is somehow hidden within its subatomic surface of memory. There are some areas of thought and land that mean exactly what they are trying to convey. It feels terribly empty and sad. Is nothing sacred any more?
3.1.12
Hope for the Hopeless
Before the spark In my father's eye Upon first sight of my mother, I was here.
After the tear In my daughter's eye Upon first sight of my grave, I will be here.
Between spark and tear, This life with its walls and roof And floor and shadows, Of my own creation.
Soon enough It will be time To climb out from Within these bounds
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