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Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Monday, November 8, 2010
Photos: GoreFest VIII: Cirque du Slaughté - Theater - Boston Phoenix
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Photos of Haiti
My photos from the trip to Haiti are up with captions here. But I thought I'd share my favorite now...
Haiti is a paradox. She's a beautiful paradise of mountain tops and majesty, birthing streams running with undrinkable water. Her people are physically worn, but they are spiritually vibrant.
Even at the constant mercy of a greedy government, neighbors gladly share everything they have with one another. Strangers adopt one another out of the streets into their humble homes. Then again, the same streets can be scattered with criminals who will gladly take what they aren't sure they'd receive otherwise.
The buildings are crumbling. The people are singing. Love thrives in Haiti.
Haiti greets you with open arms and a big heart, and when you see her tears you are moved beyond words, and when she sleeps at night you are relieved that she is dreaming.
Monday, November 23, 2009
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
...a fir tree full of sharks....
David and I went to Ikea last week to find a new carpet. We failed in our mission but managed to secure a bag of frozen meatballs as well as some nice place mats, and a series of photos of this rare shark conifer.
I wrote every single day last week but posted very little of what I worked on because I hated it.
Updating may be similarly spotty this week because as you are reading this I am picking my (original)* college roommate up at Logan airport for a week of shenanigans.
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* Once I moved off campus I roomed with many, many different people, friends and ferrets. I need to specify that Jen and I lived together in the dorms for two years because it is just more accurate that way.
David and I went to Ikea last week to find a new carpet. We failed in our mission but managed to secure a bag of frozen meatballs as well as some nice place mats, and a series of photos of this rare shark conifer.
I wrote every single day last week but posted very little of what I worked on because I hated it.
Updating may be similarly spotty this week because as you are reading this I am picking my (original)* college roommate up at Logan airport for a week of shenanigans.
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* Once I moved off campus I roomed with many, many different people, friends and ferrets. I need to specify that Jen and I lived together in the dorms for two years because it is just more accurate that way.
Friday, November 21, 2008
All of this is here with me.
Here, because I'll lose all of this otherwise:
The last Saturday we spent in Tokyo we went shopping. We believed this day to be John's birthday. It wasn't but we believed that it was and so we acted accordingly. Meaning, of course that we ate sushi four times that day. At different places. And drank. No matter what. Actually, I only went twice because then Steph and I got into a cab and gave the driver the address of the church I wanted to go to. Yes, even in Japan I was able to find a Catholic mass in English! Meanwhile the guys and Casey explored more of the city's sushi and sake population.
Catholic Mass outside of the the Northeastern part of the US is very different. I hadn't been expecting the sermon to be so conservative. It was hard to sit through, and made me question a lot of my faith. It made me wonder if I am really Catholic anymore or if I shouldn't really take those steps towards a Christian religion that is more in line with my beliefs. Those of you who know me best will say, "same old story, Misch." And the age old arguments I have against leaving are all the same. Steph actually walked out during the sermon, it was that bad. Afterwards I found solace in a long talk with John about organized religion versus Faith.
And although it was uncomfortable I am glad I went because in a week so full of moving and acting, I had done little in the way of meditating or praying and I needed the discipline of a full hour just for that.
When we all joined up again we traveled to Roppongi. Now, Gavin, our Australian friend whom we met on Friday had told us we had to go to Roppongi Hills. He showed us amazing photos he took from there of the whole city. Naively, I led the rest of my friends to busiest night club district of Tokyo. A place where Dave instructed us firmly to not talk to any men outside doorways and above all to NOT GET INTO ANY ELEVATORS. This was because all of the establishments on the first floor were legitimate, but just one look at any sign post could tell that decadent sketchy places dominated every other floor.
Nevertheless we imagined that Roppongi Hill must be a magical sacred mountain somewhere tucked behind the buildings and lights where we would meet some monks and sip on green tea and play tag with monkeys.
So we sent Casey to talk to one of the men in a doorway with whom one should never speak lest one find oneself on an elevator. She returned unharmed and laughing told us she would lead us to the Hill. We followed her across a busy street, around many corners, through some oncoming traffic, and ended up at a huge building with the words Roppongi Hill on it.
Yep. It's a skyscraper with an observation deck 52 floors up. Unfortunately the outdoor sky deck was closed so we all paid $15 to go to the top floor and look around. It was well worth it and we took some really great photos.
In our usual fashion we got lost on the way home, bought some sake in the Family Mart and had an epic pillow fight. The photos from which will never see the light of day. What happens in Sunshine City stays in Sunshine City.
The last Saturday we spent in Tokyo we went shopping. We believed this day to be John's birthday. It wasn't but we believed that it was and so we acted accordingly. Meaning, of course that we ate sushi four times that day. At different places. And drank. No matter what. Actually, I only went twice because then Steph and I got into a cab and gave the driver the address of the church I wanted to go to. Yes, even in Japan I was able to find a Catholic mass in English! Meanwhile the guys and Casey explored more of the city's sushi and sake population.
Catholic Mass outside of the the Northeastern part of the US is very different. I hadn't been expecting the sermon to be so conservative. It was hard to sit through, and made me question a lot of my faith. It made me wonder if I am really Catholic anymore or if I shouldn't really take those steps towards a Christian religion that is more in line with my beliefs. Those of you who know me best will say, "same old story, Misch." And the age old arguments I have against leaving are all the same. Steph actually walked out during the sermon, it was that bad. Afterwards I found solace in a long talk with John about organized religion versus Faith.
And although it was uncomfortable I am glad I went because in a week so full of moving and acting, I had done little in the way of meditating or praying and I needed the discipline of a full hour just for that.
When we all joined up again we traveled to Roppongi. Now, Gavin, our Australian friend whom we met on Friday had told us we had to go to Roppongi Hills. He showed us amazing photos he took from there of the whole city. Naively, I led the rest of my friends to busiest night club district of Tokyo. A place where Dave instructed us firmly to not talk to any men outside doorways and above all to NOT GET INTO ANY ELEVATORS. This was because all of the establishments on the first floor were legitimate, but just one look at any sign post could tell that decadent sketchy places dominated every other floor.
Nevertheless we imagined that Roppongi Hill must be a magical sacred mountain somewhere tucked behind the buildings and lights where we would meet some monks and sip on green tea and play tag with monkeys.
So we sent Casey to talk to one of the men in a doorway with whom one should never speak lest one find oneself on an elevator. She returned unharmed and laughing told us she would lead us to the Hill. We followed her across a busy street, around many corners, through some oncoming traffic, and ended up at a huge building with the words Roppongi Hill on it.
Yep. It's a skyscraper with an observation deck 52 floors up. Unfortunately the outdoor sky deck was closed so we all paid $15 to go to the top floor and look around. It was well worth it and we took some really great photos.
In our usual fashion we got lost on the way home, bought some sake in the Family Mart and had an epic pillow fight. The photos from which will never see the light of day. What happens in Sunshine City stays in Sunshine City.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Day Off
Yesterday I worked a 16 hour shift, so today I slept in. I moved my bed more towards the window.
That means that when I do find myself in my bed, which is not often, I can breathe in and taste autumn and see the leaves red against a blue sky. It makes leaving the bed easier to do, like a promise of what I can have if I just move my bones a bit.
Mom came over and brought pumpkin muffins and chai, so I had an even better reason to get up today. Then we went for a walk around Jamaica Pond. It was so lovely out that life felt a bit like a movie. We saw fish jumping out of the water, and everywhere people were smiling and laughing.
My favorite part was that we j
ust kept seeing turtles. And I do so much love turtles. You can find the rest of the pictures on my web album.
Then I went downtown for a meeting. I can not tell you the details of this meeting other than it confirmed completely that this might be my year after all. But I will not count my turtles before they hatch.
Then Steph came over and we teleconferenced with the others who are going on the trip to Tokyo. That was time consuming and boring.
Then, despite being exhausted I went out to watch the Sox game with Danny because he is only in town for one week. Sox won, I got cake and I am able to take a nap before work at 7am. Yay!
That means that when I do find myself in my bed, which is not often, I can breathe in and taste autumn and see the leaves red against a blue sky. It makes leaving the bed easier to do, like a promise of what I can have if I just move my bones a bit.
Mom came over and brought pumpkin muffins and chai, so I had an even better reason to get up today. Then we went for a walk around Jamaica Pond. It was so lovely out that life felt a bit like a movie. We saw fish jumping out of the water, and everywhere people were smiling and laughing.
My favorite part was that we j
ust kept seeing turtles. And I do so much love turtles. You can find the rest of the pictures on my web album.Then I went downtown for a meeting. I can not tell you the details of this meeting other than it confirmed completely that this might be my year after all. But I will not count my turtles before they hatch.
Then Steph came over and we teleconferenced with the others who are going on the trip to Tokyo. That was time consuming and boring.
Then, despite being exhausted I went out to watch the Sox game with Danny because he is only in town for one week. Sox won, I got cake and I am able to take a nap before work at 7am. Yay!
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