I was upright, camera in hand, shooting away for some time before I realized where I was. People’s Full Gospel Church. Now that’s odd. Sprawled out on the platform to get a better view of my subject, the location quickly made sense. I was in the church of my youth, photographing my father and myself. Man, what eyes I had in those days; as deep and saturated as a tropical sea. My younger self seemed a bit less shy than I remember, made obvious by the fact that he actually looked directly into the camera without sinking down between the pews. What the two of them were doing sitting in the 2nd row of an otherwise empty church (apart from another individual roaming the back quarters of the sanctuary) was beyond me. I was just there to take photographs of this young face.
It’s not often that I’m able to recall dreams. I usually wake up, look at the clock, and get on with my day. If I dream, the memory must go through some winding passage and get lost in the disturbance of waking. However, for the past few days now, the imagery of the night before has stuck in my mind and left me curious. What does it mean? Is this some sort of inverted foreshadowing of future events? ‘Cause it doesn’t tie in to any real events that I remember from the past. Is my brain just putting together assorted thoughts and images from the day? Those eyes… absolutely consuming in their beauty..
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Today is the day I get to return to the passport office to pick up my renewed passport, complete with worstPassportPhotoEvar™. It’s a rule now. When having your passport photo taken, ensure it is the ugliest portrayal of you possible. It’s a story starter. No one likes it when people have attractive license or passport photos. Friends become envious. Strangers form opinions. But when you’re ugly, everyone can relate to you. Luckily it was easier said than done, because the fine photographer only took 1 shot, and I hadn’t even managed to look into the camera with both eyes by that point. Now that’s hot.
The reason I needed to renew my passport is because I am going on a trip. It’s a bit of a late birthday/christmas gift from the parents. They, younger sis, and I are going on a family vacation to Hawaii, sans older sisters. They’re off and married now, and they had plenty of family vacations to disneyland and such when they were younger, and we didn’t exist. Now it’s our turn. Thankfully we’re old enough to remember and take advantage of this vacation, which I’ll gladly take over trips to disneyland as a toddler.
I’ll miss a good number of projects at school, including in-class participation assignments that I can’t make up, but hey. I get to go on vacation. And I’m sure there’ll be wireless internet somewhere so I can keep tabs on my teammates and do the projects for them from the middle of the Pacific. Teamwork, right?
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I have a project for my Narrative in New Media class due next Tuesday. It’s the most open-ended project I have ever been assigned in my 5 years of university. “Make a narrative.” It can be done individually or in teams. It can be a poem, a short story, a comic spread, a storyboard, an animation, a song, a film. Whatever medium you so desire, as long as you tell a story. It’s awesome. But it’s due in a week, and so far all I have is the brief outline of a protagonist. My plan is to write a narrative, as told from two points of view, and record an audio track reciting said narrative, along with contributing background noises. Who needs visuals? I do visuals in every other class. This time I’ll take a break and stick to sound… imagination is too often suppressed these days. I’ll let the audience do their part.
I’ll also try to post it on here once it’s finished, but no guarantees
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For those of you who have never heard of Scott Mills, of which I will assume there are many, you must subscribe to his BBC radio 1 podcast, “Scott Mills Daily”. No one else has me laughing more regularly than mr Mills and gang. Plus the accents are adorable..
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