tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40559462011-04-21T16:17:35.680-04:00<br><b>¡Verböten!</b></br> <br>¡Enter at your own <b>RISK</b>!</br> <br>26 years of age, and from the chapters of his life, here is a single page.</br>LordEzarnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-65887919548810427982008-01-20T21:32:00.001-05:002008-01-20T21:38:45.081-05:00

august 29th, 2007a night at casa de la memoria in sevillecasa de la memoria – waiting to see if i can attend this flamenco show here. i should have made reservations, but as usual, i didn’t, so i am on the waitlist. i got in! i walked up just to check and see what was going on. then i heard the guy running the desk say “bikram” and a blonde headed kid reply “bikram?”the show has started –

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august 27th, 2007night in Madridthe sun just set. I still haven't procured a watch, so I must guess the time is around 9:30pm ( 21:30 ). I'm seated in corral de la moreria – a flamenco dinner (tablao) neighborhood in western madrid . the guidebook said it was easy to find, and at first I couldn't find the place, but after watching the sunset for a bit and crossing a street I originally hadn't

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-25954640481828696672007-07-02T00:14:00.001-04:002007-07-02T00:14:49.521-04:00

i am watching orfeu now.there is beautiful guitar in this filmsometimes it makes me wish i was born brazilianthe sun rises as if it had been set for a thousand centurieswith brilliant splendor"it offends even God that he plays so well."can you imagine playing as well as orfeu?there is a beautiful brazilian indian girl in this film.fair skin, dark eyebrows."ah, it's a summer shower. it comes

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-69923353098957072192007-06-06T22:15:00.000-04:002007-06-06T22:16:57.572-04:00

why are we here?what is this?where are we going? why are we going there?what are we doing?who are we?

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-84150426532393328842007-03-23T03:37:00.000-04:002007-03-23T03:42:32.724-04:00

painted sorrows never feel the gleeof harmony,nor that of victory.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-58473885976409447342007-03-21T22:53:00.001-04:002007-03-21T22:54:44.912-04:00

hushes of darknesslight cupping the horizonthe sky bears red fruit

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-59677324993487076292007-02-26T23:14:00.001-05:002007-02-26T23:17:03.567-05:00

the universe is just one giant puzzle. the universe is just one giant puzzle. all the pieces that make it whole are strewn across the far reaches of the galaxies.the oceans are millions of miles away from the earth. the clouds are eons away from the sky. like blades of grass, there are only pieces.ages pass and the pieces swim closer to one another. but like the prelude to a reconciliation

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-17022389634367272702007-02-25T02:13:00.001-05:002007-02-25T02:14:16.964-05:00

when you look at a mask, do you ask yourself who you are?

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-6399390878392646032007-02-25T01:28:00.000-05:002007-02-25T01:47:30.986-05:00

something happens to you when you listen to norah jones at 1:30 in the morning. tears grip the hem of your eyelids, your heart ebbs and flows with emotion and your ego is quashed by truth. you may ask if the past offers you comfort, but you might have no answer, except that it offers memories. she looked around the corner, seraphim eyes, hidden under the sunset of shade the rumble of an engine

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1170728618896816412007-02-05T21:20:00.000-05:002007-02-05T21:23:38.913-05:00

for thathaR. Chidambaram was one of my grandfather's prized students when he taught physics earlier in his career at IISc. I thank him for his kind words. "When I joined the Indian Institute of Science in 1956, R. S. Krishnan, the Head of the Physics Department, told me that I would be working with G. Suryan. ‘He is a man full of ideas’, Krishnan added. And indeed he was!Suryan wrote his

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1170426795900560072007-02-02T09:31:00.000-05:002007-02-02T09:37:27.436-05:00

haha.."I will not attempt to support this argument here with systematic quantitative evidence, although it is possible to develop measures which show how far middle-class speakers can wander from the point."William Labov, "The Logic of Nonstandard English", Varieties of Present-Day English, R.W.Baileyand J.L. Robinson, Eds., 1973, pp. 329-30.

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"Myth makes Echo the subject of longing and desire. Physics makes Echo the subject of distance and design. ... And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love."There is only silence."Mark Danielewski, House of Leaves, Pantheon,2000, pp. 41, 46, 50.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1169865535888490872007-01-26T21:37:00.000-05:002007-01-26T21:39:35.666-05:00

ok i think i have a crush on her:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg8Fa_EUQqYi love her expression around 1:38

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1169778296091204402007-01-25T21:23:00.000-05:002007-01-25T21:25:35.990-05:00

like pulsating graceheralding the daydesirous red dawn

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1169732958912978622007-01-25T08:47:00.000-05:002007-01-25T08:49:58.563-05:00

Of all trees I am the holy fig tree.- Bhagavad Gita

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1169691602819754692007-01-24T21:18:00.000-05:002007-01-24T21:20:27.906-05:00

mirrors and dust are but a canteen of tearsas you walk through this desert, empty and forlorn.the light of grace shall touch youwhen i do not know.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1169532480149864532007-01-23T01:04:00.000-05:002007-01-23T01:08:00.176-05:00

i had a dream the other night that i can't stop thinking about. i was walking along a bridge, and another person was walking towards me. from far away, this person wore tan colored clothing and on further inspection, i noticed the person was a man, and that his clothing was that of tan colored robes.to the right and to the left, under, around and surrounding the bridge, there was crystal clear,

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1169439241881596552007-01-21T23:12:00.000-05:002007-01-21T23:14:52.730-05:00

no one says it better than the master lyricist himself - tupac:"I'm seein nothing but my dreams comin trueWhile I'm staring at the world through my rearview"

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1168922593510590522007-01-15T23:42:00.000-05:002007-01-15T23:47:57.583-05:00

you humble me. thank you.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1168822276508378052007-01-14T19:50:00.000-05:002007-01-14T19:53:28.220-05:00

quiet blue, soft graywrath of wind rustling behindbring me closer home.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1168663027444724302007-01-12T23:36:00.000-05:002007-01-14T09:31:22.990-05:00

of whiskers and snowof light, warmth and the sunshine[frames within the frame.]

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1168529594825658712007-01-11T10:32:00.000-05:002007-01-11T10:33:14.840-05:00

"Medieval China led the world in technology. The long list of its major technological firsts includes cast iron, the compass, gunpowder, paper, printing, and many others mentioned earlier. It also led the world in political power, navigation, and control of the seas. In the early 15th century it sent treasure fleets, each consisting of hundreds of ships up to 400 feet long and with total crews of

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1167883964111652092007-01-03T23:11:00.000-05:002007-01-03T23:14:24.396-05:00

this shot was taken in san francisco while i was waiting behind a couple cars, which in turn, were waiting behind a red light. for some reason, the cyclist in the bright yellow jacket really got my attention.the world tends to be blue when it rains, and the stark contrast of the yellow jacket against that downpour resonated through the streets.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1167871717416084392007-01-03T19:47:00.000-05:002007-01-03T23:15:10.880-05:00

i'm trying to figure out how i feel about black and white pictures of fire. are they good? are they worth taking in black and white?or are they lacking that powerful milieu of oranges, reds and yellows [and sometimes blues] that turned humans once into worshippers of this masterful beast?

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1167831539458558852007-01-03T08:38:00.000-05:002007-01-03T08:41:40.110-05:00

cool word!tohubohu (TOH-hoo-BO-hoo) noun Chaos; confusion.[From Hebrew tohu wa-bhohu, from tohu (formlessness) and bhohu (emptiness).]-Anu Garg (garg wordsmith.org) "Our problem is tohubohu. Our industry is drowning in it. But somehow, even with all the confusion and disorder, we manage to develop systems." Jerrold Grochow; Take a Little Tohubohu Off the Top; Software Magazine (Englewood,

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the day was spent taking pictures in the rain, and even after going indoors, it seemed to be pouring from above

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1167340295269595202006-12-28T16:10:00.000-05:002007-01-03T23:15:51.110-05:00

other times in life, the entire world smiles at you, but something's holding you back

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1167340194951224912006-12-28T16:09:00.000-05:002007-01-03T23:16:13.213-05:00

sometimes in life, everyone tells you to stop, that you can't do it, but something inside keeps you going...

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1167100410147106062006-12-25T21:32:00.000-05:002006-12-25T21:33:30.160-05:00

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.--Oscar Wilde

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"It was John Kenneth Galbraith, the hyperliterate economic sage, who coined the phrase 'conventional wisdom.' He did not consider it a compliment. 'We associate truth with convenience,' he wrote, 'with what most closely accords with self-interest and personal well-being or promises best to avoid awkward effort or unwelcome dislocation of life. We also find highly acceptable what contributes most

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winter's chill has arrivedand the old man gnashes his teethas he grips the reins ofhis steed below,ready to rumble,ready to tumblethrough the countryside.

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i really like rachel yamagata's forward in her album happenstance:"I try my best to write of love and pain and explore how we humans treat each other, and what our souls are trying to get out at the same time. Performing is my meditation; writing my traveling companion. These songs are as truthful and in the moment as I could be at this point in my life. They are observational, touching, but with

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1165120892538570802006-12-02T23:40:00.000-05:002006-12-02T23:59:04.423-05:00

alma, corazon y vidaso if you look above, you'll see a term in spanish. it's also the name of a song of a favorite flamenco guitarist of mine named paco de lucia. i love the song. after listening to it for years, i realized i heard a story when the song is playing. it is the story of a spanish gent who is in love with his girlfriend. but he did something foolish and now realizes he wants to

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1164772762429913242006-11-28T22:59:00.000-05:002006-11-28T23:02:14.993-05:00

the sweetest of honeys will never match the most tender touch of sorrow. to live is to breathe - to breathe its brisk, unrelenting nighttime air.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1164601739398213952006-11-26T23:21:00.000-05:002006-11-26T23:28:59.410-05:00

listening to enya before i go to sleep is something i enjoy very much. her voice, beautiful, resonant takes me to far away lands. her voice, mysterious, touching takes me deeper within.she is able to create watercolors with her voice and pastels with lyrics as dreams edge closer to reality.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1164084982080537432006-11-20T23:55:00.000-05:002006-11-20T23:56:22.106-05:00

to my guitarlet my fingers entwine yours.let your gasps be those of precious melody.and when happenstance requires of us our goodbyes,know that it is only for a moment,and that our fingers will touch again.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1164028386265557842006-11-20T08:09:00.000-05:002006-11-20T08:14:49.306-05:00

it's interesting how many adjectives apply to people. demanding folk definitely exist, and now that i think about it, those requiring urgent attention do too!exigent (EK-si-jent) adjective 1. Requiring urgent attention.2. Demanding; exacting.[From Latin exigent-, stem of exigens, present participle of exigere (to demand, to drive out), from ex- + agere (to drive). Ultimately from the

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1163807798353742192006-11-17T18:56:00.000-05:002006-11-17T18:56:38.366-05:00

I learned this, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be

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next to hearing the caress in a woman's voice as she says your name, one of the most wondrous sounds is that of a newly strung guitar. every note so bright when struck, with so much energy ready to be spent. a touch can send sparks flying, leaving fingers numb, and a heart aching for more. and so you begin playing. sounds rush here and there, melodies on the horizon. you find yourself

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1163077159522518062006-11-09T07:58:00.000-05:002006-11-09T07:59:19.543-05:00

"The most common sort of lie is the one uttered to one's self."-- Nietzsche

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It’s windy outside, and the echoes of fall are perched upon branches – yellows and some bits of orange amongst feelings of green. Today’s rain, heeding not the whims of flight, nor those of fancy, pours endlessly. Drops of her touch leaving whispers of smoke and mirrors on the windows. Whistling wind, he troubles himself for but a moment to enter this room within, circling incense smoke

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1161778932452122642006-10-25T08:17:00.000-04:002006-10-25T08:22:12.473-04:00

i think we all know those who are oscitant, or "strangely oscitant" as mr coleridge would put it!oscitant (OS-i-tant) adjective 1. Yawning, gaping from drowsiness. 2. Inattentive, dull, negligent.[From Latin oscitant, present participle of oscitare (to yawn), from os (mouth) + citare (to move).]"Southy, who has been my corrector, has been strangely oscitant, or, which I believe is sometimes

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1161351404133853702006-10-20T08:52:00.000-04:002006-10-20T09:36:44.143-04:00

fiction reveals truth that reality obscures- jessamyn west

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rain whistling deeplythe sky, flourescent purplethe wind smiles and howls

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1160598062239891112006-10-11T16:19:00.000-04:002006-10-11T16:21:02.250-04:00

who is writing this? is it me, who i naively think i am, that is writing this? or am i being channeled by something else that wants this written? am i the writer or am i an instrument of the WRITER. this can be expanded to more than just words. forget the writer for a moment. he or she is forgotten. i have forgotten him, if only for a moment. let us now think of the actor. who am i when i

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1160007885146137722006-10-04T20:21:00.000-04:002006-10-04T20:26:35.916-04:00

last fall around this time (i think it was around this time. yes, it was around this time), when i was back in san francisco, the commonwealth club - the name itself evokes images of a pre-1991 eastern europe, but it was nothing of the sort - who's events i attended had something called LitQuake. i remember this being a really fun week - authors from a huge diaspora of genres came together each

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1160002943957548902006-10-04T18:40:00.000-04:002006-10-04T19:02:23.980-04:00

vying for planets,a celestial courtship.stars in the heavens.

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i'm losing my voice!

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1158928202779231452006-09-22T08:29:00.000-04:002006-09-22T08:31:22.973-04:00

a sky, full of starshas been covered with canvas.bereft of brightness.

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we all have the ability. the difference is how we use it.-- stevie wonder (musician)

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1158185538495112812006-09-13T18:06:00.000-04:002006-09-13T18:40:17.853-04:00

when words wrestle wantonly,awash, away.floundering flames feel furiously, fail.utterly.

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My new favorite singer said the following, and oddly (or not oddly) enough, it wasn't from a song. She relates it from the context of her singing at an early age, through her teens into what eventually became her life. Or maybe it was always already her life."I didn’t know how to manufacture an opportunity, but I was determined that when a chance came my way I would be ready."These are pretty

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om namah shivaher alluring voice, breathlessenchants destiny

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thirty four thousand years have passed, and I can’t see any more than I could back then. it was more quiet, then, and now things have become more noisy. and nosy, people have become more nosy. please stay out of my life, why must you enter it again and again? do you have a need to place me in difficult situations, unconsciously or subconsciously or underconsciously? or do i place myself in these

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the final frontierabove and through the cosmosbeautiful, you are

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let loose emotionaway from Your fallacyaway from your Self

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1153951697419051302006-07-26T18:07:00.000-04:002006-07-26T18:08:17.420-04:00

that which is not knownthat which is not knowablethat is what i seek.

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1153951379381587582006-07-26T18:02:00.000-04:002006-07-26T18:03:33.250-04:00

ephemeral reachstars and galaxies, aboundwhere are you my friend?

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1152232581637086802006-07-06T20:12:00.000-04:002006-07-06T20:36:21.686-04:00

someone wrote this haiku to me. i don't know why, but it's really beautiful:subway on the eastswimming amidst many soulsi try to make wavesfrom where it was inspired, it brings to mind the vast sea of madness known as new york, from its people to its cars to its buildings. i wouldn't venture to call the city serene, elegant or even beautiful. there is something to that city though that no

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1147405967338158382006-05-11T23:49:00.000-04:002006-05-11T23:52:47.346-04:00

time waits for no man.but love, i hope, waits for this one.

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Lord,Make me an instrument of your peace;Where there is hatred let me sow love;Where there is injury pardon;Where there is doubt faith;Where there is despair hope;Where there is darkness light;Where there is sadness joy.O Divine Master,Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console,To be understood as to understand,To be loved as to love,For it is in giving that we receive,It is

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1120457933573788852005-07-04T02:06:00.000-04:002005-07-04T02:18:53.580-04:00

if my sky should fall...why don't we spend a weekend inside on a hammock?as it rains outsidein each others' arms, listening to a bit of norahas she asks 'what am i to you?'you know very well what you are to me.oh, let the rain ensueas you lay on top of me, our hearts not letting the other miss a beatyour eyes are closed more often than minei can't help but look at your beautiful facelest i miss

LordEzarnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055946.post-1120107659042458792005-06-30T01:00:00.000-04:002005-06-30T01:01:41.443-04:00

his peace is constant, his heart is compassion and his soul is eternal

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om mani padme humhail the jewel in the lotusnuzzled between the lotus of the himalayas and the western land mass of india, darjeeling is the most beautiful jewel i have ever seen in my life.i was with a friend there during the monsoon season. they told us it would be wet, cloudy and that we would be blind to the mountaintops. oh, how they were wrong!the sun rises early in darjeeling. if you leave

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there is change in the airthe woman was a dream i hadthough rather hard to keep.for when my eyes were watching hersthey closed,and i was still asleep.- Bouncing Around The Room, Phishi find myself bouncing around the room, thinking about that woman that was a dream i had. that woman now is change, and now that my eyes are watching hers, i understand a bit more of her role in life.change is

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a psychological disordersometimes i think i have a psychological disorder.or maybe no one understands me.or rather, maybe i don't understand myself.it's somewhat calming to attribute misunderstanding or lack of understanding to an innate psychological phenomenon. i guess my troubles stem from the way i think. my mind constantly races and the only solace i have from it is in sleep.my mind

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a hazy san francisco night

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reinspirationsoh, evening skyfrom blue and violetto red and orange.with shades of sereneinbetween.i have nowhere but aboveto look and smile.to feel againmore of my worth.

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uninspirationsi'm feeling really uninspired lately, or maybe just today. i'm not usually like this. i don't know what's going on. i'm so uninspired that i don't even feel like writing about being uninspired.peace.

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Six Fifty is That-a-Way.

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Even stuffed doggies need money.

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the dreami struggled for a moment in coming up with the title for this blog. at first, i thought "the american dream" would suit well. it doesn't though. it quells the true nature of "the dream." it quells the drive of everyone outside of what is now known as "America" who seek something greater than themselves. "the american dream" is something i've often viewed as pretentious and

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From Time.com (http://www.time.com/time/archive/preview/0,10987,1022603,00.html)The Sins of the MothersA courageous documentary shows kids trying to escape Calcutta brothels. Some make it, some don'tBy RICHARD SCHICKELFeb. 7, 2005Zana Briski is soft-spoken and rather shy of manner. Willowy of frame, stout of spirit and compassionate of heart, she naturally possesses the qualities shared by the

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in nyc. an understanding of humanity is what is most desired - just a basic understanding is all that has been asked. not pieces of understanding. not disjoint understandings. but a combined influential and inspirational lucidity transcending all the little disjoint gestalten. does this come with age?

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Happy New Year everyone. and may all thy wishes be fulfilled.

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a surreal sign

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I dare you to figure out what this is.

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My first attempt at impressionist digital photography.

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An impressionist flame.

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My first impressionist digital spider.

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a series of shots below are a series of shots depicting my general walk downstairs to the cellar as i often would in my youth in bangalore. the walk brought back a number of memories.

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the steps to the cellar i remembered so well...

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before walking through the door, i pause and smile. it's been a long time...

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ahh yes, the rusted deadbolt and his companion lock...

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the cellar was a little different. boxes were strewn about with little space to walk in...

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the drill. i remember being freaked out by this beast on multiple occasions...

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the vice! i would destroy any metal i could by placing it between its jaws...

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was that the old trusty fan?

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clothes were washed upon this granite block many a time...

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and the bucket used to wash those very clothes...

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and now the garage. much like the cellar, it was now full of boxes and little room to walk about

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a pretty driveway...

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and a beautiful bunch of flowers.

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he was screaming at me in hindi so i was minding my business, taking some photographs of the sunset induced shadows at the Vashi terminal outside Mumbai. i took a few others before this one, and finally i was waiting for a single individual to create a nice image like the one above. as soon as i snapped the shot, he started waving his arms and yelling. he was speaking so fast i couldn't

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concepts of god sometimes i think i'm buddha reborn to teach mankind one last lesson. i don't know what that last lesson is yet. other times, i have this intense sense and feeling of mortality and insignificance that frightens me. so, i turn to this idea of god that every major and minor religion, personal or otherwise, has, and i find myself completely overwhelmed. at one end of the

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the worst 10 rupees i ever spent it was the middle of the week. maybe a tuesday, maybe a wednesday. god, maybe even a thursday. it's hard to say at this point. sun rays were raining mercilessly in downtown mumbai as i scoured the area for some decent photo opps. i didn't find any. dreadfully, i resorted to offering some money to these guys in what initially looked like a decent picture.

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staring at a flame can be so comforting sometimes.

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at the orphanage day something in india. i am currently writing from an internet cafe in mumbai, very close to the gateway of india. these 'cafes' exist everywhere, and they have popped up proportionally to indian population growth. i've decided to spend the day exploring the city after an entirely satisfying day yesterday at an orphanage. in the outskirts of mumbai, there is navi mumbai,

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strong what makes a man great? some think it's his strength. it is something more than outer or inner strength. it involves vision.

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a countdown the misery of mankind's broken heart. let it wallow, lest it fall apart. tethered and unknowing. hallowed and eternally brooding. a countdown, it is. to what? to the everpresent, ever uplifting. you will feel again.

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