Language is never purple.

The manager at the studio I work at is Portuguese. Her accent is of endless intrigue to me, because she certainly accents words differently but she also arranges them differently in a way that is completely sensical much of the time but also very unique.

Sometimes I find myself arranging sentences as she would, for example "The 15 images on CD, it's 179.95" whereas normally I would say it with no pause and, actually, probably with the sentence re-organized with images on CD coming at the end: "it's 179.95 for 15 images on CD"...

Anyways, it's gotten me thinking once again about language and how much I like to play with it. So for a new bit of fridge poetry, this one not in haiku format because I liked it too much as it was.









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Dancing and Photographing

I did a photo shoot the other day with Heather Bryce, a choreographer and dancer, at Spy Pond up in Arlington. The goal of the shoot was mainly to capture her in motion, as well as to get some head shots of her.







The park is beautiful, but very parky in that there are fences and benches and parked cars and people and dogs all over the place. Because of this it was a challenge to find spots that were empty for long enough expanses that we could shoot and have it look like she was alone.

We had a great time, though, and I think we did a good job of making it hard to tell that anyone else existed. She's so beautiful, and she made it easy to capture stunning images! I've (obviously) included a couple of the shots from the shoot here, to see more you can go to my new serravision flickr page!




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Worshipping Repulsive Fluff

I've been studying philosophy for a while now, which puts me in a place to really notice things. One thing I've noticed frequently is the incredible attachments that people have to all sorts of things. I am by no means claiming that I'm exempt myself. Just an obervation...




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Less Size Pant

Chad has been feeling sick. Usually he cooks everything but lately he hasn't been feeling like cooking. I think this poem might have come partially from that.

But mostly it came from our amusement at the words "less" "size" and "pant" all in a row. It makes us feel even more lucky to be living with each other, rather than having to worry about encountering any number of Chinese men, or smoke, or just plain strangers when venturing out of our bedroom...




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Fridge Haiku

Chad and I are slowly settling into our new place. After 2 months of blank refrigerator, we finally broke out the magnetic poetry.

We stuck word after word onto the fridge until it looked like it had magnetic poetry pox. Then, satisfied, we went to make dinner... but those words all over the fridge were too tempting and before you knew it we were munching on frozen yogurt sitting in front of the fridge and seeing how many haiku we could make from the words that were there...

I've decided to post a few of them in an attempt to get myself back into blogging. They'll be photos rather than video, and since I've been doing a lot of still photography lately this suggests to me a possible transition from strictly video blogging to photo and video blogging. We'll see what happens...

Here is our haiku entitled "self portrait" ;-)





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