Shark Net

New Thesis Work

Got some more shots for my thesis done yesterday. The model was great. I love cooperative people.

People Need People Too

Music copyright Larry Polisar, used with artist's permission.

Explain.

How cruel is Fate
To give and take
When I had wanted none
Left to mope
Without a hope
Under the hidden Sun.

Never thought I'd be inspired to write an Emily Dickinson-esque poem. Winner winner chicken dinner?

Buried Alive in Sleep

Dead dreams sink under the weight of living nightmares.
Creatures from the black sweep out of the shadows, as eyelashes twitch out the seconds to the tick of a clock.
The sky washes ashore over lifeless toes.
Faces you can't quite remember peer owlishly out of the folds of your memories.
Silent screams rend open windpipes.
Punches hurled in frustration sink into sandy enemies.
Helpless in a swath of sheets.
This is what it is to sleep.
This is what it is to die.

Love is our Resistance

I'm not going to claim to be much of a live music fan. Usually I am content to plug in the old ipod or computer and listen by myself in the comfort of my own room. But last Sunday I was given the opportunity to see Muse, an amazing British band, performing at the Walter Kerr theater for MTV.

I did like the band before I actually went. But something about being three rows from them, in a room full of people that were absolutely pumped to be there, it really affected me. The lighting was amazing, the theater was gorgeous, and the band was spot on.

There was something incredibly religious about the experience. Thousands of people leaping and fist pumping and singing in unison, it was like church. We were all feeling the resistance. I felt more poetic about it right after, but I was too dog tired to do anything but snap a shot of me with my wristband on.