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there will come a time, you'll see
with no more tears
and love will not break your heart,
but dismiss your fears.
get over your hill and see
what you'll find there
with grace in your heart
and flowers in your hair.

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M & S

Unpopular Proverbs

If your sense of humor is anything like mine (or your name is jill), you'll enjoy Teddy Wayne's Unpopular Proverbs by the geniuses at McSweeny's.

Here's a little taste:

MOTION.
A rolling stone gathers no moss. Except for briefly employed 1962 Stones drummer Tony Chapman, who used to like to take long walks through the Lake District and gather moss, lichen, and algae samples. Huge moss gatherer.

RECIPROCITY.
It takes two to tango at the Tuesday-night beginning dance class at Walton Community College, unless you don't have a partner, in which case the teacher will match you up with one, but then you'll feel like a total loser who's there to meet other singles and fill up your Tuesday nights and not really because you want to learn the tango—and Tuesday's a pretty good night for TV now, so just stay home and paper over your loneliness with two straight hours of Glee.

NECESSITY.
Necessity is the mother of Invention, but the two have had a strained relationship ever since Necessity snubbed Invention's wife, Creativity, by not sending her a separate Evite to the family reunion, so when you meet Necessity, don't start off by saying, "Oh, you're Invention's mom!"

STOICISM.
There's no use crying over spilled milk, unless you're stranded in a desert and that milk was your only remaining liquid, but even then, the crying may further dehydrate you and the salty tears will find their way into your mouth and exacerbate your thirst, so, on balance, it still makes sense not to cry.

UNITY.
A house divided against itself cannot stand. Wait, I forgot about duplexes. Duplexes are the exact literal definition of bifurcated housing. God, I can be such an idiot sometimes.

DECEPTION.
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me; fool me three times, and we're probably playing the party game "Yes, Foolin'!" in which players rack up points to become "Fool of the Hill" by fooling each other shamelessly.


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Hu.larious.

work. write. work.

My mom and I recently had a discussion about my current position in life and what I'm doing for work; I really, really, really dislike my job...really.

Working for an accounting firm is hardly stimulating to someone who tends toward the artistic. It's not that I'm not capable when it comes to a linear, black and white way of thinking, but I'm certainly not challenged nor am I motivated in this type of situation. I thrive and flourish in a creative setting.

The solution seems simple, yes? Find a job in a creative field. But for me, I don't think the answer is as simple as that.

I went to school for photography, knowing how much I love to use my creativity; why not make a carreer out of it? The problem I'm running into, however, is the more I make money with my photography, the more I loathe it.

There are plenty of photographers who make a living by using their creativity and while I'm sure some of them get burned out, I haven't heard of many who begin to hate the craft. I don't know...maybe I haven't spoken with enough photographers to get real insight.

The only conclusion that I can come to, at least personally speaking, is that I feel like I'm prostituting my emotions. Sounds severe, but let me explain; my creativity (i.e. photography and writing) is my emotional outlet. I know this is the case for most (read: all) artists, but being that I'm bad at expressing my emotions, it tends to be my only outlet.

So, I'm stepping back from photography...at least as a career. It will continue to be something that I create and share, but I can't continue doing it for a living...at least at this point in my life.

I've been writing more lately, even posting a little on my writing blog (tho it has tended toward the severely depressing lately). When my mom suggested writing as a career, it made me cringe just a little; writing is just as much (if not more) of an emotional outlet for my emotions as photography.

So, back at the drawing board, I think I'm going to go back to school. Physical therapy is what I'm continually drawn toward, but I want to be sure...I don't want to go to school yet again and have it come to naught. My personal situation has given me a unique perspective on care-giving and I know that it's something I could be good at; at least I could come home from work with a feeling of accomplishment. That's the main reason I hate my current job; I feel like I haven't contributed to the world around me.

I don't like that feeling.

.hello.

Another fantastic photographer to follow? That'd be Alison Garnett. She is incredibly talented and she shoots with a Diana a lot...so...score. (c:

All of her other projects can be found here.


Enjoy!

.fundraiser.

For those of you who weren't aware that I was doing a fundraiser for my dad, here is a nifty link to the blog that explains all. (c: