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more than ashes (person)

2003-05-09T17:20:29Z

In photo class we talk about awareness. Awareness of light. Awareness of shadows. Awareness of what is in the frame. what is outside of it. Conscienceness of movement and depth of field. How much of this that I see do I want captured on the film in acceptable focus?

If I think about my life as if it were a photograph, the depth of field would be very shallow. This moment would be crisp and sharp within the frame and all the background detail would be lost in the haze of ambient light.Right now, the apeture is as wide is it can go, and the shutter moves at a fast clip. I can't even blink before its gone.

I stop by Wal-mart on my way out to the lake where I want to shoot today. On the way the radio is playing Cyndi Lauper's time after time. I roll down the windows and sing along.

You say go slow, I fall behind. The second hand unwinds.

I wear my sunglasses…

May 1, 2003 (thing)

2003-05-01T06:04:21Z

One last medical thing for the Peace Corps. And then, I'm done. Again.

This is the actual conversation I had with the nurse:

Nurse: So you just need those numbers again? (referring to the UA.)
ME: (Pointing at the form) See, here where it says blood, the hemoglobin number is written down. It was supposed to go over there(I gesture to the spot on the form that says hemoglobin). I need all the numbers again to just clarify that my UA was normal.
Nurse:But, we wrote hemoglobin after it.
Me:Yes, but the number goes over there.
Nurse:That's silly.
I stare at the nurse blankly for a few seconds and then say:
Me:Well, it's government paperwork. (I pause for a moment.) The office of medical services is responisble for medically clearly thousands of people a year. I don't think its…

April 22, 2003 (idea)

2003-04-22T05:17:15Z

Applying to the Peace Corps is somewhat like jumping through hoops set on fire. Especially since my medical care professionals seem to have stripped me naked and thrown gasoline all over me.

This burns a bit. Anyway, on to my story.

At the behest of the Medical Office I am refilling out some paperwork, mostly because a nurse mistook the blood section of the urinalysis for the hemacrit section about 3 inches to the right. Oh, and it appears they took my blood pressure wrong.

The Peace Corps was a little worried as it appeared I have really high blood pressure. This is not the case. Normally, its low. But, because I want a job with them, I will jump through as many hoops as they put out before me. I really have to get out of Iowa.

So I get to the doctor's office around 2:20. At about 3:15, the nurse in charge of just checking blood pressure calls my name and then proceeds to apologize profusely for leaving me…

Reason #47: Like Dawn with 4,000 subtle shades of red, you are inspiration (idea)

2002-06-29T03:45:22Z

It wasn't until you called me on being a bitch and demanded to know what my problem was that I realized what friends are. An endless feedback loop. Reflections of each other. Reflections of ourselves.

You are my favorite reflection.

You do the impossible. Like taking me As Is while still acknowledging me Will be. Like when you say things that need to be said, or do things that no one will do but everyone wants to do.

Your photos line my wall. Brilliant shots of how beautiful Iowa can really be. Compelling shots of Western Europe. They make me think of the world outside our borders. Not just the one in our dreams.

I don't know what made me think of this, other than it was that kind of day. One of the ones that sucks you in and spits you out. One of the ones you wouldn't let me wallow in. Or that I wouldn't let you wallow in.

I know an All Star because I know you. an artist a terrific human being and a beyond stellar friend. …

June 26, 2002 (thing)

2002-06-26T17:35:17Z

So, today is day three of Wimbledon. And, it is absolutely insane. First, Marat Safin lost. I love Safin, he cracks me up. He's very passionate about the game. Passionate, like John Mcenroe, passionate. He throws things and gets in people's faces. And, he's out in the second round. And then, Pete Sampras lost. (Which, shouldn't be a surprise, as he was playing on Court 2, which is called the "Graveyard of Champions".) Last, Andre Agassi lost. That's two former champions on their way home after the second round. On the plus side, Andy Roddick beat Alberto Martin and will be advancing. The only former champion left, Richard Krajicek won in five sets over James Blake. Blake is red hot this year, climbing the rankings and Krajicek recently took twenty months off of the tour because of injuries. The last set went into a tie break. It was a crazy day in Tennis.

The Dance (idea)

2002-05-03T23:01:21Z

A friend of mine I haven't talked to since July called yesterday. We haven't talked in that long, for many reasons, most of which are unpleasant. But he called just the same. We chitchatted for a little bit, and then he said, I didn't call to chat, unfortunately. Although I am really well, I thought you should know a friend of ours has died. It came as quite a shock. This young man had just gotten into art school. I had heard that he was getting his life on track. That he was cleaning up. That he had decided what he wanted to do with his life, and he wasn't messing around anymore. He overdosed on herione. He wanted to do it just one last time.

And then this morning I got in the car and popped a tape into the player, and that Garth Brooks song came on. And, I had to pull over I was crying so hard. A year ago I made a definitive desicion to get my life in order and this,…