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So tonight I went to Keagan's to meet up with nikki, a friend from high school.
Keagan's is new. it's in a new shopping plaza on Jefferson Avenue. The plaza looks like it was built to attract the upper crust of Newport News, and from my experience it's a pretty nice, safe place to go to for drinks to meet with friends.
Tonight, as I was talking to Nikki, facing the window, I noticed a fight starting outside of the bar, and then I saw a kid holding a gun up to another kid, gangsta style (ya know, the sideways thing that shows NO aiming training at ALL, even at point blank), and everyone at the bar was oblivious, except for a few people who ran outside to be a part of the action. And then there were people who were pretending it wasn't happening because they were too involved in drinking. And then there was me: I called the cops. I fear I was the only one who did.
What struck me was the apathy of everyone else. THERE IS A KID WITH A GUN OUTSIDE OF THE BAR YOU ARE IN. Hello?! This is supposed to be a NICE part of the city. This gangsta culture shit has already consumed all of Warwick Boulevard, which is the other main road of Newport News (that I refuse to drive along at night), and if I can help it, it's not going to come anywhere NEAR where I grew up.
And shit, my car was parked right there, if I came home with a car with a blown out window, plus blood and skull and brains all over the paint, my dad would have beat me with a belt. And I'm 24.
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hey, this is a cute little slideshow i made yesterday of this annual italian festival here in waterbury. turn on your speakers:
http://www.rep-am.com/slideshows/ponte
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today, as i was shooting a (self assigned) assignment,
an alpaca spit on me.
so hard
that a pellet had STUCK to my face.
then
about five minutes later
i witnessed an alpaca
turn its head,
look directly at the little cute toddler girl on its left
and spit
right on her forehead.
the wind from it even lifted her little curls.
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my massive farm project
i recommend to check it out when you have some time. like, 20 minutes to get the full effect. i made the long ones so long because i thought the audio was worth it.
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http://nzjosie.shutterfly.com
HUNDREDS of photos from new zealand. and i still have hundreds more to go. it only took me TWO AND A HALF YEARS to finally post these up!
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throughout my visit back home, i was going through every single one of my belongings to judge whether it was coming to connecticut with me. among those belongings were scattered tiny items, little souvenirs, movie ticket stubs, coins, etc.
my brother spotted something silver and shiny, so of course he had to pick it up.
"Look, I have twenty kiwi birds! Look! Hmmmm, I wonder how they compress all those kiwi birds into such a small space. You think it would be painful?"
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my first picture published in a major publication was of indycar racer paul dana in washington, dc, for the st. louis post-dispatch.
so, i'd probably still be sad if i hadn't shot him, but being around him, he exuded sweetness and happiness. its little things i remember about those many people that i meet for about 5 minutes at a time.
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i finally watched the city of god after hearing SO much about it when taking latin american courses... and if only someone told me that the movie was about a kid who wants to be a photographer, shit i would have watched it a LONG time ago.
anyway, whenever i see a movie about photojournalists, it makes me feel sexy.
tomorrow i go to pittsburg!!
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i was shooting an assignment the other day as this guy was walking me through this huge former department store, and he was super cool, especially given that the situation had a high potential to turn creepy. anyway, i'm shooting, and i started writing in my notepad.
apparently this sparked his interest, because he noticed i look through the camera with my LEFT eye, but write with my RIGHT, and apparently USUALLY, when a person is left handed, and you tell them to point at something with both eyes open, and then they close their right eye, they're still pointing at whatever they're pointing at. so, i'm an anomaly! i'm also left-shouldered, but right-footed.
ooh, and brookes just emailed me to alert me that an article that she and i wrote for the student underground a couple years ago is actually a required READING on a SYLLABUS for an actual CLASS.
i'm an academic!
...yeah... there's really not much going on in my life these days
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heart broken stranger gives away $15k ring
i just walked out of my door, fell on my ass, and slid down one, two, three stairs until i finally came to a stop in the snow.
my ass doesn't even hurt!
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<td align="center">You most resemble Winona Ryder

You are good looking and clever. You are also an active thrill seeker. You have a fairly acceptable personality, except for that pesky theft problem.
Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com</td>
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hold up, did i just get excited about going to WEST VIRGINIA?!??!?!!?
man, i need to do some self-reassessment ASAP.
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I'M GOING TO WEST VIRGINIA IN FEB TO SHOOT UCONN MEN'S BASKETBALL!!!!!!
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i drove in the snow! i scraped snow off my car! i skidded around and gained control again!
what a sense of accomplishment!
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so, wehn i went shopping, i got a pair of rain pants for 40% off and a pair of snowpants, (I STILL NEED SNOW BOOTS!) and then i went to jcpenney's and got a green sweater and a green zip up jumper that says ireland on it.
i went to newhaven with said jumper, and saw a dreadman wearing a similar green zip up thing with stripes up the sleeves. we make eye contact. i say "hey, nice jacket" he goes "what is that?" i go "ireland! what's your's?!" it says varsity, but he says "i dont' even know" and then he asks if i'm from ireland, and then he looks at me, and laughs. i ask where he's from. he's from jamaica. then i tell him about how i shot the jamaica vs. usa game at the gold cup and i did my best impression of the two jamaicans sitting in the audience behind us. he liked it.
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i went shopping today, i walk into my house, and it smells WRONG. not BAD. just like something was wrong. it wasn't natural gas, but it was something bad.
so i called my landlord's work. he's a firefighter. he wasn't working. they told me to call the fire department. i was like "but aren't YOU the fire department" they told me to call 911. so i call 911.
THREE MINUTES LATER, TWO FIRE TRUCKS AND a natural gas truck come up the street. The guy in charge, the chief or whatever, comes up to me, and one of the firefighters goes "Hey Chief, watch out, she's a photographer at the newspaper!" (someone must have recognized me. They asked about my landlord too, and the neighbors came out to gawk and so I got to meet some of them.
They said it smelled like lamp oil, and it's nothing to be worried about and it's a good thing I called.
I come back upstairs and realize my new corset was lying on the floor in my living room, where at least 6 macho men were walking around. AWESOME.
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this has a more somber note to it, but i never knew this so here:
"Driving to Orlando sudenly my whole car began to shake violently (it was a crapy car..) so I checked my driving speed and saw that I was driving at 100. So I was thinking to myself "hey, this is weird. In Israel I drove worse cars at a 100 and nothing... Shit they use here miles!!". So I slowed down. Yep, these weird unmetric way of counting realy confuses us metric folks.
If I remember corectly Ragen did pass a law stating that on packeges you must right the weight in kilos along with with pounds to help the Americans adjust. I gusse it just didn't help.
In Israel we still have the death penelty, but only for two crimes. 1.) A natzi who activley murded jewes in the holocost. 2.) Some one who sells lands in Israel to an enemy country. Now about the latter, it's a very vague law which was never enforced and never will be. How can you sell lands to a countery? You sell lands to a person. That law is a legecy law from the time the Turks still ruled Israel (befor world war I) and was never changed because our poleticians are to lasey.
The first case was enforced, once. Back at the 60's the Israeli Mossad (like the CIA) kidnaped Aichman, who was the natzi that practecly invented the Death camps, brought him to Israel so that he could be tried. After a three year trial and about a thousend witness he was trield to death. Hung, burnt and his ashes were scatered in the sea. Prity dramatic, huh? Then again, he was responsible for so much pain and suffering that the survivores cast a vote to see who would have the privilage of witnessing his execution. That was the only death sentence to be given in Israel.
Of course there is a political discution about executing terrorists, Like Achmad Yassin. He was the spiritual leader of the hamas. He was handicaped and was in wheel chair but it was on his command that the sucide bombers whent to do their, well, bombing. So the Israeli army blew him up. The Israeli's clame that it's not a jugment but the only way to save inocsent lives, and I will say so myself, kill the terorist befor it (yes it, not "he" or him") will kill you. Then again some pepole think that it's like passing a death sentence without trial. They didn't have their brothers, sons and daghters blown up on a bus. And I pray to god that they will never know how such a thing feels. "
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