I dont handle rejection well.

DAYLIGHT REVEALED WIT A CON

Can you be content, without "settling"?

Last night, in my dreams, old demons and deities from moments of the past resurfaced. Characters that I had long put behind me, no longer acknowledged. A deep web of old faces intricately alligned and sculpted as if by a master craftsman.

Facts I leave behind, but faces keep up, like regrets.

daydreaming

knowledge is closed

When I first noticed the hours of operation for the public library I suspected it was a combination of an inefficient government budget and a reflection of the times the library is occupied. Not to mention that I assumed less and less people are using the library now that Borders and Barnes and Noble carry more up-to-date publications and allow you to lounge with a cup of coffee for hours.

As a matter of fact when I mention the public library people have no knowledge or interest. I am not surprised by this reaction. I lived in New York for eight years without ever applying for a library card. It would have done me little good considering that the library is only open during the hours of ten to five, and my work day was much longer.

So it was a shock to turn the corner from the bus stop this morning and see a group of at least a hundred people waiting for the library's open at noon. In silence they stood, all facing their goal, wishing for entrance. So as I watched ten slow minutes of time pass I began to question the hours of operation. I know that the idealized vision of Kaiser Permanente is not possible, but surely the library could open earlier on a Friday afternoon.

Sadly, here in the city pushing so mercilessly for free wireless internet, research is off-line.

We are sorry for the inconvience, but knowledge is closed.

the sound of anger

I watched two kids from high school pound their fists into one another this afternoon. I was lying in the park watching Orlando destroy a bad cuz and the sound of the cheering crowds was too much temptation. I couldn't not look. And then I saw them, angry, but I think also scared. The security guard from the school, an older gentleman usually hangin, seems more a chum than portection, was in the middle of the rage instantly. And the value of befriending and not intimidating was revealed. He didn't yell, and he didn't judge. He directed both parties with an inner strength I would not have had. It took a confidence in his place in life. He never flinched. And he I could not look away from.

I stand with perfect posture and see the world from down below.

I went through my harddrive today. I was looking for a lost file. One that you just know you remember putting somewhere clever, but are not clever enough to locate again.

It worked out to my benefit because I ended up on a journey through a misc. photographs folder. Each job has it's own place, each assignment professionally done has an archive, but the random day to day images, that I happen to really love don't ever earn exposure. So I am joining the blog world. And in turn these medallions of daily events will see the light again.