Our mind can control our narrative.

I have been watching a little bit of Waking Life when the ability to create is in our mind was discussed. Crazy idea how there is a vast media of story telling where many prefer a visual, say movies and such, but then there are some that believe literature is better. With movies we already have the one eye and how we see this story as it is or as someone else had imagined before but had created a visual. However, when we write something or start a story by saying something like "A witch runs into a knight" we can make something up in what can be like our own free will in our minds. Right off the back, we can even render this ambiguously: a witch runs into AND KNOCK HEADS WITH a knight, or to confront. In our minds, it is flexible, tangible, and even lucid. It is not until we put it to a visual for everyone to see the same thing that it is stripped of it's power; the full effect of story-telling becomes less affective. I am not saying that movies aren't amazing or great, but just that we as a society don't realize the potential and power of our minds. There were times when movies were people recollecting stories of the past from one generation to another. In our minds, we are able to create a vast pane of imagery where we can size-up, change, or color whatever we chose.

This got me to thinking, what if as a series of "paintings," you put a few words in a frame and let the mind paint whatever it likes? It could be part of an exhibit that focuses on the mind. I am sure this has been done--perhaps--but the idea of it is still fascinating to me. I here then leave a few "paintings" for you. What images go through your mind when you read these? Enjoy.

Lets shake hands!

In future posts--if I ever take a long time to add another message--I am NOT going to address every post with "I know I haven't posted anything in a while." But for now, I know I haven't posted anything in a long time. Hell, I don't think anyone even gets on here anymore. The only person who really reads this anymore is Kara, and that has done some troubles. *Hahaha* I kid I kid, but truth. Is it grammatically right to add asterisks to a laugh? Am I a grammarian now? A Linguist wouldn't give a shit. Let us be Linguists today then, shall we? My velum no likes the way me glottis works.

Is it just me or does blogger suck on account that I cannot change the primary email of my log in? Seeing how Blogger is associated with Google, I was told that a gmail account cannot be used as a primary log in, and why is that? Has the migration of account to servers done nothing for you? Why must I log out of my gmail account every time I am on blogger--seeing as I am on blogger all the time. *cough* If anyone can prove me wrong on my failed endeavor, then feel free to do so. Anyone listening out there? Hello? World? Alright I'm gonna get naked and shower now..........................................aaaannnddd the inside humor continues. Correction: lets be Brits, and rephrase: aaannnddd the inside humour continues. Most excellent indeed. What's that you say? The correction of my grammatical mistakes of the interpretation of BRITISH people--pardon my American tongue--is incorrect by your standards. My apologies, sires and madams, but we are merely Linguists today! *hahahaha* *Smokes pipe*

Anyways, it seems to me that I always end up typing on here out of frustration. In which I stand corrected when my Professor told me--in his knowledgeable-monotonous voice (it works but the two counteract one another)--that writing is best when invoked with rage, frustration, and grief, which leads me to agree that writing well can be the best revenge.

As for a usual, let's add a picture that will confuse and amaze. Thank you and good night.

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With wealth & fame comes uneasiness.
Kurt Cobain was there & had perfect aim.
I could easily do the same,
But my pockets are empty & I'm nameless
...Plus, I don't own a shot gun.

Let Us Start This Summer...With A Blog. *Objects Thrown At Speaker*

Recap:SchoolIsOverOldManHitMeCarGarrettIsGoingToBeAUni
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Yup, an old man hit me as I was clearing an intersection. I think out of fear, and at that point, shaken from the whole fiasco, I didn't talk to the officer much in which he agreed that I [Jonathan Do] had the right of way. I do believe I was right, the light turned red as I looked up and you know how my manual skills are in 1st gear so I was prolly in the intersection for 2 seconds or so before moving. Evidence that could possibly, if not most likely, prove me right is that: 1) 2 seconds in the intersection. 2) There had been a truck stopped at the line on the opposite side of the road, in which secured my thoughts of "Yes, I can clear it now" 3) the intersection wasn't big seeing how the only lanes able to turn was mine because headed north bound would have been an off ramp. 4) To coincide with #3, the old man wasn't going too fast, giving him time to stop. And 5) He hit my rear passenger side showing yeah he ran a red. Now, let's see, I got hit March 9th. I had to go to a pre-trial, in which all that happened was "Tell us what you're doing. Do you want to pay the ticket now?" kind of deal. I set a bench trial for June 17th. I get a letter in the mail recently that my bench trial, as it may have been rescheduled, is not on September 13th. I was hoping to get this over with. Justice shit really takes a long time. I should just pay the damn $90 and get it over with but then my insurance would go up. Now, I'm not pissed about the ticket because of the old man and I have no intentions of getting him in trouble, but the damned officer did not know what the fuck he was doing. For Christ sake [Sorry, JC], he had me sign with a highlighter. I hope it'll be over soon.

Okay, now to what I was originally here for. So, for my final project in photo I picked the theme Portraiture. I've always meant to post them up just for fun and for people to see them and such because, let's face it, they're pretty nigh. Nigh as in nice, not near. Damn English folk. As I post these, I hope that Blogger doesn't have the same damned policy shit as Facebook. I hear that Facebook is able to take any of the photos you upload and use/sell them to their own benefit. Yeah, way to put that in the small print and benefit off someone else's work. They're prolly making lots of money off it. "Yeah, maybe. But at least I won't be unoriginal." Name that movie. Anywhoo, it was fun to finally get our Mason project underway. All that's left is to get a big sized print for above your fireplace. I also need a photo printer too. Yes, NEED not WANT. I'm looking at you, Mason. Communal Photo Printer? Oh, and kids can be great tattoo artists. Until, one draws a Penis Tiger.

Sorry, Kawa. I'll make you another Print.

Mustached Men, Minus Mason...

So, for my photo assignment on a modern photographer, I picked Autumn de Wilde, who is known for her photos of such famous artists as Elliott Smith, Death Cab for Cutie, The White Stripes, Fiona Apple, and Beck to name a few. Wow, and already I'm choppy on my writing. Tsk' Tsk'. But I just wrote a 5 page essay on Twelfth Night, or What You Will. I've Accomplished my writing for the day. What? You say a good writer has always, gots to be on the ball? I'm sorry, is the pope supposed to be a bunny? Need I remind you that I [nor any of the other fellas] have been on blogger, typed on blogger, or posted 10 top listers [I'm even messing that up] in a very long time. Let me get back in the flow. In the meantime, enjoy that photo above. It's somewhat a retrospect to some Elliott Smith pictures of him with electrical taped mustaches. Thanks to Alex for putting it together in Photoshop, Mason for resizing, revamping, whatever, and to me for putting an awesome name on the picture. Alex's ColonBine was a close second...there were only two names. Oh and here are mustached men a capella-ing Kakariko village.

KakarikoVillageWithMustachedMen. from Jonathan Do on Vimeo.

Side Note: Yeah it's been a while. But, in case you forgot, you can click on the picture to enlarge it.

JEEEEEKOB!!! Guess What's Tomorrow?

Ha! Thank God I just like literature...

I found these popping up around Filmdrunk and WarmingGlow but if anyone knows where they're from or found more post them up...




Update 1/22: Just found out that those are Quentin's hands.

Winter Picnic!

Maybe I got the idea after writing an unrequited song about Julia Nunes, pretty lame. Hey, I was 19 and that...was a long time ago. Now, after my coming of manhood, age 20 *cough* almost 21, I've realized that my silly dreams of writing cliche songs to an internet, ukulele, playing, girl won't get me anywhere. Plus it was just a fantasy, and we've all been there right? Princess Leia, Amy Adams, Draybabe aka Mrs. Draper (My Clothing Teacher). I better stop here or I'm gonna start rethinking my relationship (almost typed relationshup which would be awesome and something someone dating Mason could say [He better trademark that shit]), with Kara. I kid I kid!




Anywhoo, to start off the new year, I went on a winter picnic with Ms. Kara Henrie. She's prolly right, people just don't question the things we do anymore. But that's just how we are? Who else does things like paint on leaves and such, 3D sidewalk chalk at night, and have winter picnics? Well, it's just not common I guess but they're fun and that's all that matters. Items on the menu for the evening consisted of chicken noodle soup and some hot apple cider. You know, something to keep us warm out in the cold. There are other methods but that either consists of putting on more layers or taking them off. We're in a public park people, come on!

I wonder what other silly adventures we'll go on in the future?

End of the semester. End of the year. Death to funny looking, internet nerds.

Calling all updates!!! What a couple of months. This semester is over and already I'm signed up for the next. So, basically, you're all done with finals and relieved with school only to find that you're about to go through the same thing in a few weeks. The life of a college student is hectic, but somehow you gotta learn. The last three years have become vague or blocked with it's ups and downs and I feel like I've wasted that time with no direction or path to follow. Although, my eyes are open and seeing in all directions rather than simple straight into a narrow path. I fear for the world yet you get a hint of understanding of people and how life will still go on even as you mope in a corner. Someone dear to me once said, "You can't live your whole life being sad." Obviously you can't dwell upon one thing, you got to live a little and enjoy the little things in life, or you will end up with another week in hell.

In a happier note, though I'm saddened that it's over, IRC this session was a blast. I always looked forward to my Tuesdays and Thursdays, being able to help the kids and watch as friendships grow between the mentors and the children always warms the heart. Every second there you either help the kids understand the culture here in America and teach them simple things like telling time, or we would be having fun running around the library, playing on the elevators, or even going out to the movies as part of the things we can do for entertainment. This semester's kids will be missed dearly and I sound pedophile-like when I say I wanna steal the kids they're so adorable, but I'll hold myself back. Or have Taylor, Haley, and Kara do that for me. Yes, it'll take three people to do that.





In a sad but more stickin' it to the man note, recently my sister got the great idea of getting teeth whitening stuff for about $2.45. The product was APP-A-RENT-LY a "Trial" and if not returned by the 30 day trial would charge you up the ass. A day before the product was supposed to be back in their warehouse, they decide to take [estimated] $85 from me. They prolly waited till the last minute to charge me thinking I won't spend the money to have it be sent back overnight. And shit were they right. This charge, unauthorized by me nor was it stated in their policy, gave me an overdrawn fee which put me -$30 in my checkings. I filed a dispute, had my card and pin changed and, baby, got my money back. I was scared that I would've lost my money there and I'd have to spit in a condom and send dirty pictures of me using other teeth whitening products, kinda like in Overnight Delivery but with teeth whitening. Oh, a young, brunette, Reese Whitherspoon. Hey, SmileBright...suck it! *Attempts The Champ's dance, once more.*

Post script: whatever happen to Sexman aka Pruane2Forever? I haven't been seeing him rate movies on Filmdrunk anymore. Has he grown up, grew some side burns, and looks crazy ridiculous for internet standards? But isn't the internet full of weird looking people? Even I look like I have a double chin or fat folding over under my cheeks. Yeah, you know it's sexy.

Oh Miss Snow White! I'm Your Biggest Fan!!!

Akward Smile! Merry Christmas To Meeee!