Self-Portraits in the Shitter Photography Experience™ - Day One

Sunday, March 30, 2008 @ Lakeside Fibers & The Washington Hotel Coffee Room

A shampoo lampoon does not a dragoon make.

Last night was dinner and fun at brdgt's with sasha_feather and my girlie, antarcticlust, a.k.a Jacquelyn.  We observed Earth Hour, ate some excellent baked zitit and played a game of Scrabble over margaritas and banana cupcakes.  Here's the result of our game:


Today, Jacquelyn and I cabbed it over to Bridget's to pick up our bikes and rode over to Lakeside Fibers & The Washington Hotel Coffee Room where we played more Scrabble while Jacqui crocheted and I read The Crying of Lot 49.  I had the camera with me for the Self-Portraits in the Shitter Photography Experience™ so I took a few more.  Here are some highlights - an overexposed Jacquelyn:

and a duck couple on Lake Monona:


That is all.  At ease.  Back to your stations.  We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.

Ask-Me Meme, Part Two

untasted said: I want you to write about the moon/stars.

    Though tempting to approach this poetically or scientifically or even astrologically, I think today, I'll run at this from some other angle.  Metaphoric maybe?  I don't know. 
    Anyhow, I was just thinking of light from stars which are of course suns that are some insane brazillions of miles away.  I was also thinking of how when a fast-moving vehicle passes us, it is but a wonky blur we can't see clearly.  However, if you're traveling the same speed as that vehicle it is perfectly clear.  Thus, if one were to travel at the speed of light, light would then become clear to us.
    Perhaps the world we see, the ephemeral world, is light blurring past us.  What then, would the world and even ourselves look like if we could see it clearly for just a moment.  As we know from physics and the wonderful Einstein, as we approach the speed of light, time slows and at the speed of light, time would stop.  So, if seeing the world clearly coincides with time stopping, time vanishing, wouldn't that then mean that true reality, the universe and ourselves seen clearly, is the universe and ourselves without the effects of time.  Time is the world blurring past us.
    As Mircea Eliade, Philip K. Dick, and many many mystery schools and initiation traditions tell us, "Time can be overcome."  Certain rituals and experiences result in a transcendence of time, showing the initiate their true selves, their selves outside of the constraints of time.  Is this consciousness at the speed of light?  A human soul moving like a star through space?  Indeed, indeed.