December 2003
farewell to sf
we make our way to Ruth’s steak house for the last meal in san francisco. she departs his life after 4 years of drama and craziness. they’re still laughing and having a good time at the restuarnt and i am sad and amazed. such is the times and life of the austrian slumlord. _give me lomo or give me boredom _night of the goths _one last neck wrench
wicked tongue
something that i’ve always known but never realized just how potent it can be has been my wicked tongue. words do hurt and i’ve regretted a number of things i’ve said in the past couple of months. just today, i got a reminder about how wicked i can be. and in my position, as a somewhat respectable fellow, my words cut deeper. and that is the point of all my meditation. to learn to control my emotions in the most intense arguements. so, it’s readily apparent that I still have a long way to go.
self portrait in hotel
boredom in hotel leads to photos of monkey monk.
lomo style
more photos from the infamous resort from my retreat. i really should have taken more time to do something with the photography but it was raining most of the time and i was in lectures way too often. still, had fun with the macro lens a bit but i got a cool new batch action called lomoized! _the three levels of the path is inner, outter and secret. that is the key. _without thorns, beauty would be too attainable. _ghost against green _we don’t get much these colors in sf _confusion reigns
back from the void
it was a bad start to a retreat when we got a ticket going up to the joint. and when we got there at 8pm and had some dinner at resort’s restuarnt, we knew it was going to be a long painful week. in other words, the conditions weren’t auspices at all for a fruitful retreat from the maddness in our minds. i guess i could point out all the reaons why i didn’t meet my expectation but i know better to over analyze farming scenarios like these. although the weeds weren’t pluck as much as my […]
November 2003
the last wedding
of the season was almost too painful. painful because it’s so exhuasting and stressful when things go wrong and you have to pretend that life is beautiful. major lesson this season is that i am not going to work alone next season. not surprisingly, i am bored by my photography again. must be that creative disease that that you get when you still suck. _i would be smiling too if i had a cute daughter _the formative years of the questionable smile _running away from boys pose _give me an A _pure fun
back into training
i guess the last time was at a retreat was 6 months ago and i need to go real bad. my attention span has been totally short circuited. i can barely meditated for more than 20 mins and 2 or 3 times a week at most. far cry from anything consistent and meaningful. at least i am sticking with my committment to attend two retreats a year. at some point, my yoga and meditition practice will finally ‘click’ and doing every day will be as natural as taking a piss. interestingly enough, i feel like most of […]
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