{"id":598,"date":"2005-05-01T02:11:15","date_gmt":"2005-05-01T10:11:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/?p=598"},"modified":"2014-12-31T23:44:02","modified_gmt":"2015-01-01T07:44:02","slug":"in-the-face-of-the-enemy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/?p=598","title":{"rendered":"in the face of the enemy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i am suppose to swear them off until the determine time when i am destined to meet the one. but until that time, how do i tap into the power of synchocrity. sprendity comes from the seed of synchocity. i should probably look up these words by now but if you&#8217;re bother this far, i thank the forgiveness of your soul. i think i may have missed one of those synchnorous moment tonight. i was in my typical bored mental state of shooting rich kids having fun in a private bar. i know they&#8217;re are smart cool people on the inside too, so i can&#8217;t be too judgement because someone can say the same about us when they threw our last party! hiring bartenders and security &#8211; how pompous of us! anyway, i am merrily &#8216;working&#8217; it as i  just tell myself that this is for a greater cause and i must enjoy the moment of not being in front of my computer. and then, suddenly a woman asks me &#8216;did you get a good one of her?&#8221; i am a little baffled as the only interaction i usually get is &#8211; &#8216;can you take a photo of me&#8217;? partially because i refuse to stand still in one spot so can always use the excuse that i am working when someone tries to talk to me. anyway, i turn around to see who&#8217;s talking to me and i bear witness to quite an incredibly gorgeous woman. unlike the other wanna be sexy ladies there, this woman had presence as soon as i saw her. i am a bit shocked by her presence next to me and all i can utter in my defense is &#8216;yeah, i got a good one&#8217;. and so i am back to shooting her friend, who is a belly dancer, so by this point, i&#8217;ve realized that i am not dealing with one of the regular guests of the party. i always enjoy that unspoken bond when i do small talk with the other &#8216;workers&#8217; at these kind of functions. anyway, a couple of minutes later and she says, you need to contact my friend because she would want some photos. naturally, i know that people will say i am reading into this a bit much but she make an extra effort when she said this to me. this is the synchocity that i am talking about. i am actually catching myself thinking that i can&#8217;t let this opportunity slip, something is afoot. everyone knows what happens at this point but i will spare myself the agnony by not emailing the belly dancer. it is no longer synhcorous after the moment, it becomes mere attachment. but if there is one thing that i can remember is that alocholics shouldn&#8217;t work in a bar. but is it possible to drown yourself in the molasses of phyiscal form so that you can only become numb or transcandance of it? there is a subtle difference between the two but i will take the numbness for the short term and work on the long form for the rest of my life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i am suppose to swear them off until the determine time when i am destined to meet the one. but until that time, how do i tap into the power of synchocrity. sprendity comes from the seed of synchocity. i should probably look up these words by now but if you&#8217;re bother this far, i thank the forgiveness of your soul. i think i may have missed one of those synchnorous moment tonight. i was in my typical bored mental state of shooting rich kids having fun in a private bar. i know they&#8217;re are smart cool [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[23],"tags":[34],"class_list":["post-598","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thoughts","tag-relationships"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pb4m0Z-9E","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/598","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=598"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/598\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5700,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/598\/revisions\/5700"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=598"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=598"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=598"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}