Wednesday, November 9, 2005
salad only
night out
fave pictures cont. this is from a night out wit tsai and chang on october 29th, so really, just over a week ago. first picture is of tsai at guppy. second is of chang, also at guppy. third is of the three of us at target greatland in the security tv in the electronics aisle. and last is of chang's chandelier at her house.
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
san fran
christ, there are way too many pictures that i like! i guess imma have to organize them into several updates. hopefully i'll finish before thanksgiving! btw, if you want a picture full size, just 'comment' to let me kno which one and i'll send it over. (btw, commenting is super easy, i don't think you even have to be on aim? but watever. comment anyway! i love comments!). so starting from the beginning of summer... san fran (damm i'm having a hard time wit this set too). btw? you'll notice that very few of my faves actually have people in them, lol.
so first is of the sunrise going up to san fran. second is nearly the same time but in a hay field across the road from the sunrise (the background, btw, reminds me much of kennedy hs and their palm trees near the band room). third is of some japanese resturant somewhere in berekly (the city). and fourth is near dusk at treasure island, looking at the bay bridge and the moon over it. i took it on night mode so that's why it's so bright.
Monday, November 7, 2005
piss off
Sunday, November 6, 2005
Friday, November 4, 2005
fires on the plain - shohei ooka
"People seem unwilling to admit this principle of chance. Our spirits are not strong enough to stand the idea of life being a mere succession of chances -- the idea, that is, of infinity. Each of us in his individual existence, which is contained between the chance of his birth and the chance of his death, identifies those few incidents that have arisen through what he styles his 'will'; and the thing that emerges consistently from this he calls his 'character' or again his 'life'. Thus we contrive to comfort ourselves; there is, in fact, no other way for us to think." (233-234)
"Maybe this, too, is nothing but illusion. Yet I cannot doubt all my feelings. Recollection is itself a type of experience -- and who can say that I am not alive? Even though I can believe no one else, I still have faith in myself..." (240)

