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when cool poeple do cool things the result is usualy pretty decent. when i try to do cool things they usualy suck. not only are they far from snything i wanted them to be i never think up any good things. i want to be famous but there is nothing i can be famous for. i am as odinary as the next person. all my life i wished i could be like everyone else, and now i can enjoy this.

i am feeling pretty wrotten all over right about now. ym mind is racing in a million diffarent directions all at once and i cant seem to understand what it is i am trying to figure out.

cadance

december 29th. 2007

forward motion

at least up untill now. this is a dirty filthy place. religous people stink. the golden belly button of the world stinks. stinks of corruption, religion, racism. i cant wait for the rain to come and wash them all away. in the mean while aachmad will do it for me, every morning over again, and not complain once.

numbers

a photographic comment cam be made with difafrent arguemnts. kodak is a symbol for photography. a self relating, ars poeting reflexive idea defined by the meaningless name of a thing. a thing whose only purpose is to stand out. to un attached, and here unkowingly, henry eastman defined what was to be the future of postomodernistic defenition of photography. somthing, with a name, that means nothing, that can be anything, and made by anyone, can be sold as a comodity but still hold trancendental atributes.

money

i am ruthless, careless and generally an asshole. i understand why there are some poeple who think i am nice. or an ok guy. they also think i am a dick and still they make some transition in there atitude towards me that anables them to over look all the shit and use only the stuff that fits in there benefit. i ma happy to meet those poeple every now and again. i wish i could meet these poeple more often, and i think that if i did meet them more i might be a diffarent person, with better sicial behavior, not because beeing amonst poeple who like you makes u think you are liked because you are just fine, but because maybe you try to make an effort to be nicer.

under a golden racist sun

a new lens. a new tommrow. i had a revelation today.

strange that it came after a night of christmas charoles, and nonstop talk about me. my freinds talked to me about me. i talked to colegues about me and they answerd back about me. i got omer-lash.. im not to the 1.2 yet. one point four is pretty good though. no sharpness yet.

january holds new ideas. i had alot of important things to write here this morning. i guess i am just toerd of beeing toerd rfom the sillyt hings at work that make me work over time and over hard and get no benefit for. i am tierd of beeing tierd of all the fascist racist jews. i dont mind waiting in the line in the supermarket any more. microsoft rules.

like i said, yaniv weissa is a true jenius photographer, i am honored to know him and work with him. i am so happy i have the oprotionity to see somone whos phootgraphic ideas relate so similirraly to mine even though his interpertations is completly diffarent, and motivations are intense and derrrive from other places then mine.

http://www.waissa.com/

small tributes make all the diffarence.

another saturday