tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605853039424505792024-03-05T08:45:07.815-08:00FlukyFluky is a blog of me and everything I do, see, like, think, and create.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-44209053624330460282012-11-12T19:06:00.003-08:002012-11-12T19:06:32.709-08:00What's really greatTrees that sit on rocks.
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Clouds who hug the Earth.</div>
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and when I can experience them.</div>
Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-23422991489631934982012-07-14T19:22:00.003-07:002012-07-14T19:27:02.734-07:00Waaaaaatts?I'm reading this great book called "The Wisdom of Insecurity" by Alan Watts. He says some great things.<br />
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"Consequently our age is one of frustration, anxiety, agitation, and addiction to 'dope.' Somehow we must grab what we can while we can, and drown out the realization that the whole thing is futile and meaningless. This 'dope' we call our high standard of living, a violent and complex stimulation of the senses, <b>which makes them progressively less sensitive and thus in need of yet more violent stimulation</b>. We crave distraction-a panorama of sights, sounds, thrills, and titillations into which as much as possible must be crowded in the shortest possible time. <br />
To keep up this 'standard' most of us are willing to put up with lives that consist largely in doing jobs that are a bore, earning the means to seek relief from the tedium by intervals of hectic and expensive pleasure. These intervals are supposed to be the real <i>living</i>, the real purpose served by the necessary evil of work. Or we imagine that the justification of such work is the rearing of a family to go on doing the same kind of thing, in order to rear another family...and so <i>ad infinitum."</i><br />
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He wrote this in 1951. <i> </i>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-1900834022052771102012-06-27T18:21:00.001-07:002012-06-27T18:22:01.763-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-75860791278706083352012-05-12T19:48:00.001-07:002012-05-12T19:48:14.975-07:00So I'm working on putting my portfolio together and I found a lot of my work from high school. I was so tortured by myself. <br />
Also, eventually all of my more recent work will be found at www.jamiebourgeois.com. woop. I got a website ya'll<br />
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I think I just threw up a little. <br />in a bad way.</div>
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<br /> On this journey, we also realize an irrational fact in our perception of the evolutionary time line; that it ends with man, as if to insist that man was the final product of this long development. Yet in reality, everything around us is constantly evolving, except for possibly humans. Ishmael points out that when the perception is the world belongs to humans, there is no evolutionary advancement, yet when the perception changes to humans belong to the world, there will be evolutionary advancement. This advancement would happen in a case where we are actually living within the system and not trapped in our man-made cage apart from it. By pulling ourselves out of the system, and placing ourselves within this cage of believing that the world is made for us, we have gotten rid of most of the forces of population control, which yields a higher population, an over population. And with this, means there must be an increase of food production, which means more land usage. This land is developed and diversity which once lived there is killed. If this keeps happening at the rate it is, the diversity of this planet will be null and void. Without diversity, without the cooperation of different organisms, there is no life. It's like the chickens we raise for food consumption. These chickens are kept in dark overpopulated cages. Because they aren't actually participating in the world, everything is so regulated, and breeding happens so rapidly, each generation has less and less diversity. This decrease in diversity produces dumb unhealthy chickens. Do we want to become chickens, we apparently already taste like them.<br /><br /> But humans aren't chickens, and we aren't dumb. We are also not born with sin, and are not inherently bad creatures prone to do bad things. Believing in these things is just a fallacy, a cop out, it's an easy way to dismiss our mistakes and gives us an excuse for not having to fix them. And if we go on living as though the world belongs to man, trying to control its changes, its evolution, we are not only going to cease evolving, we are going to cease existing, we are going to go extinct. And with this bit of information, it is not okay to simply dismiss it as if nothing can be done because we believe that mankind is inherently greedy and will just mess things up no matter what; it isn't true and it can't be true if we want to survive. These concepts and perceptions lie within our minds which we project into the world to make up our reality, if these concepts change in our minds, then the reality will change as well. At the end of the middle aged man's lesson, Ishmael urges him to go out and change people's minds, to inform them on what he had just been informed. You see people are inventive, we are handy, and we are smart, if the perceptions of man in relation to the world can be changed, then we can use these traits to break out of our cage and to live fully, within the system, and thrive.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-24898465728173164442012-03-26T22:43:00.000-07:002012-03-26T22:43:41.574-07:00Oceans of LandThe desert.<br />
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Is stunning, it's mystifying, its completely baffling and inspiring...but I don't think I could ever live there. Not enough green. I found myself most elated when we drove through areas of trees and snow.<br />
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The snow.<br />
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That's another thing. I think I love it.<br />
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But really, the desert. my mind melted to mush. Everything is so VAST, so patterned, so intricate, so simple, so colorful, so beautiful. so breatheable yet breath robbing. such a contradiction. <br />
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We are only a small part of a larger whole. Tiny ants.Tinier than elephants.<br />
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Just massive rocks hangin out.<br />
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What the crap cloud shadow. cloud. shadow. cloud shadow. ah.<br />
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Just a hole in the ground. no biggie.<br />
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The beautiful Colorado River that I will someday kayak in. <br />
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Ofcourse there were some great trees in Zion.<br /> <br />
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<br />we have to appreciate, because we are so minute in the grand scheme of things.<br /> Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-49235835369765445282012-03-14T14:05:00.003-07:002012-03-14T14:05:51.995-07:00pictures.I'm leaving tomorrow for a 10 day desert adventure in the New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Nevada area. We're going to see great wodnerlands like Monument Valley, Lake Powell, the Grand Canyon, Zion, and other breathtaking landscapes.<br />
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But, I was thinking. When I see these places, I know I'm going to be blown away. I know I'm going to just loose it, throw up excitement. But, I already sort of know what to expect. I've seen pictures of what I'll soon see in reality. So, what about those eyes who've seen these sites with no precursor. Who stumbled upon these wonders blindly, or only heard about them from words. How amazing, completely, that must be. To have no expectations what so ever. Have we hindered the wholeness and grand potential of our experiences with imagery?<br />
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To experience something NEW and FULLY having NO prior knowledge of what it is.<br />
That's something to want.<br />
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Though, I know I'm going to ruin it for whoever reads this too. Because I'm going to go picture crazy.<br />
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This also reminds me of a revelation I had when I got back from Wyoming two summers ago. I was watching <i>The Last Samurai</i> with my roommates. In the opening scene there are these pans of foggy mountains and it dawned on me that that place is REAL. It's real. It's not just some crazy grand place.. I mean it is, but it also really exists. We see so many images of ridiculous landscapes that we start to get numb to them. We don't even realize the splendor in them. They're just postcard images. Which is another thing.... I've heard people look out at the world and say "It's like a post card" It's so crazy that our references come from man made FIRST and nature SECOND when it should be the other way around. Shouldn't it?<br />
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questions.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-63492949548154717012012-03-14T00:05:00.001-07:002012-03-14T13:27:06.732-07:00Fragmented, atlest I think that's the title.So, I write poems now. I also bought new hiking boots. But mostly this post is about this poem. It is this poem.<br />
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Fragmented<br />
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Every thing is placed,<br />
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A book to a shelf.<br />
A shelf to a book.<br />
To the pages, to the shelf, to the floor,<br />
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All forced to a halt-- <br />
Frozen against one another,<br />
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Yet,<br />
Every thing can be broken down,<br />
into smaller and lesser increments.<br />
Not solid,<br />
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A hand flipping, grasping the tangible pages.<br />
Pages of particles of a once tree<br />
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I place my foot<br />
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Every thing is placed,<br />
resting upon another.<br />
My foot, the floor<br />
lie side by side,<br />
like angry lovers.<br />
No permeation. <br />
Forces fighting. <br />
Forever a defense.<br />
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<br />Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-35804012595308068882012-01-25T21:42:00.000-08:002012-01-25T21:42:30.635-08:00happeningsgoogle.<br />
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I'm researching things for a competition and I keep finding THE BEST things that have nothing to do with what I'm researching. I'm very compelled to share...so here they are:<br />
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<a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2011/03/pictures/110331-pakistan-flood-spider-trees-webs/">Hundreds of spiders</a> housing in a single tree in Pakistan after the floods. <br />
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<a href="http://www.auroville.org/">Auroville:</a> a "universal city" in India.<br />
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<a href="http://animalworld.tumblr.com/post/15989954440/bone-eating-snot-flower-osedax-mucofloris-c-nhm">The Bone Eating Snot Flower:</a> (this is the best. it feeds on whale carcasses.) AND it says that the males are dwarfs that live INSIDE THE plumes of the female. A single female can host hundreds of males. CRAAZZYYY<br />
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<br />Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-69644995621706693602012-01-18T10:02:00.001-08:002012-01-18T10:02:39.145-08:00fast?what's wrong with life taking time?<br />why so much expediency?Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-47900895121689690652011-12-28T01:31:00.000-08:002011-12-28T13:18:44.929-08:00Meatballs<a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=DSC05408-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="360" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/DSC05408-1.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
Life happens pretty quick. Mostly because life happens in a moment. It is the moment. It doesn't really include the past, because those are just memories, and memories are gone; life spent. And it's not the future, because, well, that's never certain and isn't here yet. I do believe, however, that the past counts, how could it not? It molds us into the people that we are in life, in that moment; it doesn't dictate us though, we always have the power to change and to choose and to think freely. And the future counts too, because without it we wouldn't ever have the now, but it isn't something which should be expected.<br />
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As humans, we are merely moving breathing matter made of meat and bones who roam around a large rock playing house and making up guidelines and restrictions for ourselves. We allow fear to govern our thoughts which dictate our actions; fear of the unknown, fear of something that doesn't stay the course, fear of change, fear of freedom, and fear of insecurity. We pretend that life can only be lived in a particular order and that this order cannot be tampered with. We allow some other moving breathing balls of meat to make our decisions for us because we believe it's for the best, and we think it's for the best because some other older meatball said so, but for the best of what? We are superior beings in that we hold the power that will most probably
eventually destroy all the other balls of meat out there (I'm talking about every other living thing on this planet). It's hard though, because there are a lot of meatballs out there who already know all of this, but those meatballs are called crazies and shunned away. It's hard for any course to change when it depends on so many meatballs.(I really like calling people meatballs.) Especially when there's the pressure of money. Money and pride.<br />
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But, it's all in our minds. We have just convinced ourselves of this "reality." But, nothing has to be how it is, not that it's all bad, because it's not. But no one and no thing is stuck. Nothing in life is permanent really. We just have to take ourselves out of that row of dominoes. We just have to think less about ourselves sometimes and more about that big rock that supports us, because it's that big rock that allows us to live each moment, it allows us the life we live.<br />
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Rock. a really awesome rock full of tiny meatballs.<br />
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We all had a pasta and pesto, fresh tomatoe salad, fresh bread, goat cheese and red wine lunch here a few hours ago. The table and I are alone now, we're both shaded by a nice medium sized walnut tree who's bark is covered in pale fleshy cracks that look like streatch marks. Flies are singing all around me. I've become almost immune to their annoying capabilities. It's hot, but the wind is cool. My nails are dirty and I've been swimming in natural pools and streams almost everyday since I've been in France. It's a beautiful life.
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<br />So much so that while picking potatos today I ran into what must have been the wolf spider maternity ward. They weren't very large for wolf spiders, just about quarter size. When we first got here we discovered that our cabin was full of various spiders. Ofcourse, I grabbed the broom and sent them all to arachnid heaven so that I could sleep and dream peacefully. So, to make up for my selfish acts of murder I helped out these despirate mother wolf spiders. I had disturbed their habitat and separated them from their egg sacs by accident. I saw one frantically looking around, trying to dig into the soil with no luck. I started to dig around and vuah-la (I should know how to spell that because I'm in France, but I don't) I found her white puffy eggsack and scooted it next to her. She seemed immensely pleased, crawled on top of it, grabbed it somehow and ran off. I was twice successful finding the mothers their babies. It felt really good.
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<br />Life Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-59930295326704665802011-08-14T10:44:00.000-07:002011-08-14T11:09:37.014-07:00"what shall I learn of beans or beans of me?" Thoreau<a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1661.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 666px; height: 499px;" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1661.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>
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<br />Solidarity is real interesting. I've been spending time with only myself for the past three days straight. I guess most of my time here has been spent that way. Me and I have a great time, it's been interestante. But I have definitely had a nice share of great great company over these last five weeks. I've met people I'll never forget and have had some wonderful times.
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<br />But in these last three days I have been rather immobile as well. It's really interesting how un-tired of drawing I am and how extremely over the consumption of ham sandwiches I am. SO TIRED OF HAM SANDWICHES.
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<br />With my alone time, I've decided to put my thoughts towards something productive. I've been thinking a lot about the future. Not that this is anything new to me, but really, I've been really contemplating it specifically. You know, that question that you get asked over a million.5 times in your life, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" The time has come, sort of.
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<br />Alive. Is my answer...a little obvious.
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<br />But, to be that I have to make some sort of income, income that makes me happy. Happy is the key word here. I've realized that even with all this pressure (that I so badly want to rebel against) to get a "career" started immediately after graduating, I've realized that I actually want to get a job… Not because that's what everyone is "suppose" to do, or even because I'm going to be in mega debt, but because it really is what I want to do. I want make art, I want to contribute to that world and luckily, it's something I can get paid for. Of course I want to travel and walk all over this planet, and I will, but all these things can be woven together. There's no need to "get the travel bug out of the way." That guy is stuck on me and permanent.
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<br />So that's how far I've gotten. I haven't actually come up with any decision. I'll just maybe start there when I get there and see where that takes me, wherever there may be. I'm guessing it'll be somewhere.
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<br />I went to the Land of Wonder on Monday. The British Museum I mean. If the V&A and the Natural History Museum had a baby it would be named The British Museum. It was completely LOVELY. Especially the Enlightenment room. What a great collection of STUFF. Such nice bowls, bits of tree, small carved t h i n g s, garments, trinkets, statues, animal pieces, chunks of building (which is almost quite sad to see), jewelry, art, religious paraphernalia, and dead bodies. What a day.
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<br />I love this image. I'm not sure why, but it makes me really happy inside.
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<br />I REALLY like this guy ALOT.
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<br />Those are great bricks. All day I walked around in this complementary city. BLUE skies and orange architecture.
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<br />If I were a grasshopper, I'd want to be this.
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<br />I think this tree and I are related.
<br />I walked through Regents Park one afternoon after it had rained. Everything was sopping and beautiful. I watched a confused swan and clever ducks for about 20 minutes and got lost.
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<br />And then I saw her.
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<br />Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-46516684581831008002011-08-03T05:26:00.000-07:002011-08-03T05:38:11.179-07:00"This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore." ThoreauNo matter where you are in the world, no matter what paradise or ideal location, the funk can grab you. I'm not talking about the groovy funk, I'm talking about the daunting funk. Because, no matter where you are physically, psychologically you are always within yourself, and that mental environment can be anything and can change rapidly. I found myself going in and out of this funk for a few days, and then magically out of nowhere, it disappeared with the help of the least likely candidate. I was walking through Hyde Park one day after work, just wandering to nowhere in particular when suddenly I saw a green streak dart to the branch of a nearby tree. I then realized that I had just seen the relative of my worst enemy, Hamlet. The sighting of this wretched bird surprisingly filled my being with joy and brought a very large smile to my face. I sat under this tree and discovered a whole flock of them living in the area. I watched them swim from tree to tree singing, eating and playing. It made me so very happy.<div><br /></div><div><br />Just look at him.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1261.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1261.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1261.jpg" target="_blank"></a><br />I think Hamlet would be happy here right Ma? Maybe you should ship him to me and I'll let him go free?<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1263.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1263.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />And here's the devil.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_3240-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_3240-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />Oh Hamletttuce-n-cheese.<br /><br />I've also moved into a much nicer flat that is roach free, has a private bathroom, and is equipped with utensils and bowls so I don't have to eat my noodles with melted plastic forks and my cereal in a real bowl, instead of out of my small tea cup. Awesome.<br /><br />Also, I have visited the Houses of Parlament, Trafalgur Square, Oxfort Street, Soho, Marble Arch, had a trip on the London Eye, AND went to the The Natural History Museum.<br />The Natural History Museum.<br /><br />OH MAN.<br />Oh man on man.<br />SO GOOD.<br /><br />Except, at the same time it was terrifying and depressing. Far too many taxidermies. I just couldn't enjoy the mammals and birds as much as I wanted to. I kept looking into their lonely dark eyes and hearing them say things like "I'm so lonely …so cold….here in this glass box." It was like their souls were trapped and they were stuck being gawked at by snotty nosed tourists day after day. Hhhh and I was one of them. Then to top it off, some of them had obvious face paint. So they were like these trapped sad caked up animal clowns.<br /><br /></div><div>Ah but what a gorgeous building.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1281.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1281.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1285.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1285.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1285.jpg" target="_blank"></a><br />See what I mean?<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1346.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1346.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1350.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1350.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1327.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1327.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sigh. Anyway. It was still great great great. I learned that some male spiders will present their female counterparts with a silken wrapped dinner, and while she's munching through the silk to enjoy her feast, he jumps on her and injects her with all his little spider sperm. Tricky bastards. And then, sometimes he plays her for an even worse fool and instead of actually wrapping up a tasty dinner, he wraps up a dried corpse…so she doesn't even get grub out of the deal. What a butt hole.<br /><br /><br />London Eye<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1196.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1196.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /></div><div>mmmm atmosphere<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1238.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1238.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Tadaaaah. Houses of Parlament.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1239.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1239.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1240.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1240.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1216.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1216.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1219.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1219.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>What a great mustache this guy had.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1195.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1195.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>interesting.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1230.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1230.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />I like this guy. He matches the trees.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1275.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1275.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>And my lovely.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1259.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1259.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-19768516342166720932011-07-26T13:22:00.000-07:002011-07-26T13:46:03.161-07:00There's a juvenile roach trying to eat my broccoli and I do not appreciate him.I've decided something. Milk tastes really really good when you haven't had it in a while.<br /><br />I've also realized something else. When I was in Wyoming, Heather, Jake and I discussed a little about how hiking was just walking. And when we'd go on these wondrous hiking adventures into the canyons…all we were really doing was walking. The other night as I was walking around the city, I realized that all I was doing was walking…on the same ground…on the same earth…just in a different location. If I can walk in Grandpoint, Louisiana, and if I can walk in Moose, Wyoming, then I can walk anywhere. It's all ground. It's just walking.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1028.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1028.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Millennium Bridge from the Tate Modern.<br /><br />Last weekend I went to the Tate Modern. Yum, it's so lovely to see art that I recognize and had studied.<br /><br />Like Giacometti.<br />mmmfinger marks.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1023.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1023.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Divine Corpse.<br />These are great. And it was really great to have recognized what they were before I got to the tag because I had never actually seen one. My 20th century professor had our class do these. The Surrealists would take a piece of paper and fold it in three so that the other two sides were hidden. Each person would draw their interpretation of Head, Torso, or Feet...depending on which section of the paper they had.<br />amazing.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1056.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1056.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1057.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1057.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1058.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1058.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1059.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1059.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Then I walked over the Millennium Bridge (Over the Thames River) to St. Paul's Cathedral and all around that area, and then I walked over the Southwark Bridge and passed London Bridge to Tower Bridge. I walked, again, over that bridge and to the Tower of London where I watched a greedy bird not share his bread. Those shananagans took all day. What a great day of great shananagans. That night I went to Camden town where the fun ensued.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1096.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1096.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a> Good ole St. Paul's<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1006.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1006.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Southwark Bridge<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1114.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1114.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tower Bridgeeeee<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1118.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1118.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Part of the Tower of London<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1123.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1123.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Moat.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1102.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1102.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />A square bush doing a great job being a square bush.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1130.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1130.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />He told me to got "That Way." So, I did.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1131.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1131.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />And when I did I bumped into this pot-bellied Putti.<br /><br />Sunday I went to a great great place called Abney Cemetery. I know…cemetery..great…not usually said together. But this cemetery was basically an overgrown forest with pathways that wove their way all through oodles and boodles of tombstones and beautiful angel statues. And guess what, I forgot my memory card here…so there are no pictures.<br /><br />I even found this mini colony of probably a hundred mini mushrooms…………and I didn't have a camera. Sigh.<br /><br />I met this real interesting squirrel. He was on top of a tall cement memorial and I was walking towards him. He panicked and went in circles as I got nearer. Then finally took a leap of faith and caught the smallest branch he could have and wiggled his way up the tree. He was fluffy. I don't think he appreciated our encounter, but I did.<br /><br />It's so great to aimlessly walk…wherever…because here…you always find something worth walking towards.<br /><br />Todaaaaaaay, I got off of work early and decided to visit the Queen. I forgot that Tuesdays are her pajama days. So she wouldn't have me today. (I wonder if the queen wears moomoos….)<br /><br />I even did the secret-special pose and she STILL wouldn't have me.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1155.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1155.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1148.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1148.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Hey guys, no gossip.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1153.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1153.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />For you, Victoria.<br /><br />Anyway, I instead decided to continue to walk around eating my olive [insert "f" word for French kind of chewy twisty bread with black olives] Yummm.<br /><br />and admire.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1149.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1149.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ooooooooh HEY, I also found out something very nice. My one and only colorful bulbousy crusty love of London is called a London Plane. They're a hybrid of the Oriental Plane and the American Plane…which…I'm not sure how that happened really…These trees are also aaaallll over Paris. Yum yum yum. I also found out that the reason they are so crusty and shed their bark so much is because it acts as a defense mechanism against pollution. Way to adapt buddy.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1158.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1158.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1157.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1157.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1160.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1160.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1166.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1166.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />He's smiling.<br /><br />Also, this was peaking outside a gate from inside a great looking little park..that was locked. Chelsea it's reeeaaaal selfish of you to lock up your nature so that I can't go enjoy it.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_1136.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_1136.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And I'll appropriately end it with this.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0999.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0999.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />except I have to actually end with this<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0991.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0991.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />I miss this little turd.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-48417544985138561622011-07-21T14:00:00.000-07:002011-07-21T14:11:19.478-07:00"Wherever I sat, there I might live." ThoreauFirst, this guy:<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0969.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0969.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />I saw him one morning while heading to the tube. Slow and steady. Patience. I bet he's very observant.<br /><br />Today, I went out exploring after work today. For some great reason London wasn't pouring all of its moisture onto its streets when I got off of the tube, so with my pocket atlas and camera in hand, I embarked on a mini adventure.<br /><br />First off, I don't know how New Cross cosmetologists stay in business, but SOME HOW every other business owner in this area is a barber or a hairstylist. I’m REALLY NOT EXAGGERATING when I say that EVERY two shops is a hair salon. Sometimes there are even two right next to one another and then one right across the street. I'm really not kidding. You think I'm kidding, but I'm really not kidding. SO MANY.<br /><br />So I walked down Lewisham Way for about a mile and a half. It was just a bunch of shops, a college, buses, and a nice roadside garden at one point. I decided to head back down a different road. I wasn't too impressed by my journey at this time; I was hungry, and it was starting to drizzle. Plus, the area I was in started to look a little sketchy. BUT THEN, then, OUT OF NO WHERE, I see a river and green grass and trees! I found a little oasis in the middle of the cement village of advertisements! It was perfect.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0986.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0986.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br />LOOK AT THAT!<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0990.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0990.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br />IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY.<br /><br /><br />Also,I think I've fallen in love with London's trees. They are so warty and bulbousy and colorful.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0984.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0984.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0988.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0988.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />character. so much character.<br /><br />I remember talking about pleasure gardens in my nineteenth century art history class. All these gardens and parks and green spaces were meant to make the person immersed in them feel as though they are in some divine paradise. That's also what William Morris was getting at with all his wallpapers and fabrics. What a great idea.<br /><br />So, I emerged a much happier camper. Right back into the colorful advertisement clad streets. No but really, I think I like the city life. Especially when I know a tiny paradise get away is only a few blocks away…no matter where I am in the city.<br /><br />It's also nice not to have any reason to drive. The tubes and buses go everywhere, and if I lived here I'd have bike.<br /><br />Another great thing that happened to me this week was that I got to go to the printers. So I got to see how large scale textile printing works. Hand printing tables, machine aided hand printing tables, rotary printing machines, and flat beds! OH MY!<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0946.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0946.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />Machine-aided hand printing.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0945.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />Rotary printer<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0965.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0965.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />Flatbed.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0958.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0958.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0957.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0957.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br />I met this great great great man named Pudge who told me about some funk and soul music that I haven't had the chance to look up yet, and who told me all about the machine-aided hand printing machines. He also let me run it and do some printing. PLUS I hand screenprinted with him. The screen was huge so it was a two person job where you had to hand the squeegee off to the other person in the middle of the fabric. La;kdsjfwoerivmaerwoijweoijf;alsdkjfsldfj It was lovely. I reallllly want to do more team printing.<br /><br />Oooohhhhhh what a great great life this is. Thoreau has been telling me some great things as well. Read this sentence and tell me if you don't start drooooling. "I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms…"<br /><br />Assertive.<br /><br />Yummm yum yum yummmJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-65062121085715922912011-07-17T09:32:00.000-07:002011-07-21T14:13:30.334-07:00Mind the Gap<span class="Apple-style-span">Mind the gap.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0761.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0761.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />Amy told me that before I got to London. I wasn't exactly confident I knew what it meant; I thought maybe it had something to do with the big ocean gap between the US and the UK. Then once I finally got out of the airport and to the train station I saw it painted in bright yellow letters. Mind the gap. They mean literally, the gap between the cement and the train. But, I think it means a little more. Mind, remember, recognize, realize, take note of…the gap, the situation, reality, the now, the moment, life. I think it's a good thing to do; to stop and realize the state your life is in and how you are being and faring.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0777.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0777.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />I'm getting real comfortable here. It was a very interesting start and is continuing to be just as interesting.<br /><br />This is the street I live on.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0790.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday I went to the V&A.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0795.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0795.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />I walked around wanting to throw up the whole time…in a good way, in a great way actually. HOW DOES SOMEONE HAND EMBROIDER SOMETHING SO INTRICATE-SO PERFECT-SO HUGE and it's used as a tent cover? Actually who cares what it's used for….IT'S HAND EMBROIDERED. And the tapestries?! And the block prints!?!?! WHAT!? It was great. I got real excited.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0810.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0810.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />This isn't the best image. But this is only a detail of a piece that was as large as the wall....And it was a big wall. Embellishment is too easy for us these days.<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span">There were a lot of great trinkets. Like this friendly looking camel.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0827.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0827.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />And this hippo who's trying to eat the little ram's head.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0826.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0826.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />And who wouldn't love this little guy in your pocket?<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0838.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0838.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />But my favorite is this guy.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0894.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0894.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br />I just wanna cuddle.<br /><br />I also realized that I have an affinity for figure sculptures that are about a foot tall. There's something about them. One day I'll have a collection.<br />And then I got to see an Alexander McQueen dress. My jaw dropped. This is a good life.<br /><br />But wait, it gets better.<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span">I walked to Hyde Park. Oh yeah, it rained all day on my day off…and today…on my other day of. Ah well. Anyway. I walked to Hyde Park, at an expensive sandwich (no that's not it getting better at all) But what's the best is that…I found a tree……. I know I know I know, not hard to do in a park full of trees. But this tree…oh this tree.<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span">She's got a BULBOUS puffy sluggy bottom that sits nicely on the ground. She's got a smoooooth part with thin cracks that crawl up and down and in the middle is another bulbous goose-bumpy belly that has wrinkles above and below. She goes dark and light parts, she's got lichen and fungi. She's got deep veins that curve and wrap around. She's got holes and crevasses and knots. She's got stripes and spots. She's got spiders. She's got a huge green leafy canopy. She's got everything. She's even….the home to an owl……THIS TREE.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0920.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0920.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0926.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0926.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0929.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0929.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0942.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0942.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><br />Life feels good. so good.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0913.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0913.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-7244732962043216252011-07-13T13:16:00.000-07:002011-07-13T13:50:33.789-07:00uhm, London.So this life has been very interesting for the past four days...as it always is I guess.<br /><br />It starts with me finding out that my boss is a female after calling her mister for the last seven months through email up until now where about five minutes ago I had a beer at a brewery by myself because I have no friends in London. It was awkward.<br /><br />But I'm at an internet cafe now. Paying to use 30 min of internet. Money is more expensive here and coins are used alot more often...so it feels like money is a lot cheaper. That's where they get you. sneaky sneaky Brits. Not to mention a Chai Latte is £3..not to bad it seems..except that really means almost $6...but not totally..i don't have time to do the math, remember I only have 30 minutes.<br /><br />anyway. In Dallas I met this great lady from Belgum who had great shoes. On the HUGE plane to London I met a wonderful lady named Jane from England. She was great. We chatted alot about things and food. Apparently the US puts sugar in EVERYTHING. I haven't had much room to compare with foods just yet... I've only eaten sandwiches carrots and an orange...and chai lattes....jet lag?<br /><br />anywho. Then I broke my good hedphones on the plane. We had tv on the plane, and blankets and a small pillow. Here's a few tips, wear pants on a plane and have a sweater accessable and always unplug your headphones before you get out of the seat. OH! and I finally used the airplane toilet. Nothing too special.<br /><br />This might be getting kind of boring.<br /><br />Oh but then, the journey goes even more down hill from breaking my headphones. Turns out the UK are real sticklers for who they let across their boarders. I had to wait about 45 minutes in a line to get my passport checked and then I got asked 20 questions about why I was entering the UK and then I got detained...for six hours....in a waitingroom hidden in the airport...where I got my mug shot taken (which I have copies of and is quite funny because I smiled real big) and my fingerprints taken, and I got interviewed. It was great...not really. It was terrible. The asked me questions like "where is your internship? do you have the number? so you've never spoken to these people? Only through email?" shit. Is my internship a hoax. Am I that gullable and stupid. WHAT AM I DOING?! So I sat back in this room. I did get two free sandwiches, some cookes and some water. The people were real nice. But it was terrible really. I really thought I was getting deported. The two men that were in the room before me got deported, so what was I to think..specially when the lady with the really great accent told me that a girl in my case got sent back a few weeks earlier. Thanks great accent lady. So, I destracted myself by reading a Eat Pray Love. I know I'm ranting...there's no real thought put into this and no real point exept to let people know what's happening with me since I have no real connection to the US right now.<br /><br />Which actually feels kind of great. I never look at my phone! But I miss you all. A lot.<br /><br />So, I got out of the hold in the airport and FINALLY got to see some daylight.. FINALLY. after SIX HOURS. And I met another great girl on a train who told me about how she never saved money ever. One day she has 10 thousand and the next few days it's gone. wait what?<br /><br />let's take a moment.<br /><br /><br />But she showed me the way to my train, and even gave me an oystercard and showed me how to top it up. crazy.<br /><br />I have nine minutes left.<br /><br />So I found my flat. It's infested with tiny roaches. awesome. and I forgot to grab my blanket set... so I slept on the bare most springy mattress ever and used my jacket as a pillow. I ended up having to use another sweater over my head and my yoga pants half way up my legs to cover the rest of my legs because I didn't bring pants............<br /><br />It was great.<br /><br />I found out in the morning that there's no way for me to get internet in my room and there is no wifi...and I didn't know how to get to my work. awesome.<br /><br />A nice man in a news store let me use his computer. I found it.<br />Public transportation is weird. NO ONE TALKS TO ANYONE. And everyone runs to the next tube even though the tubes are around every 5 minutes or so. It's real strange.<br /><br />So once I got to Kings Road I had to find Burnsall St. Another nice man helped me do that. (who said people in England are rude?!) So, I found it, except all this time I thought the adress was 8.... I get to 8 and there's a huge red warning sign on the door and I hear hammering on the inside. No Christopher Farr.<br /><br /><br />awesome.<br /><br /><br />But then I realized that the adress was 6 and not 8. And I met Michal, a wonderful lady. My internship is great. It's going to be a lot of business and less design. But I'm okay with that. I'm real excited and it's in a great location.<br /><br />BUT I'M ITCHING TO WALK AROUND THIS CITY. So far I've only been on the street of my flat, underground, and a litte on Kings Road. Saturday. It's gonna happen.<br /><br />So that's been my life. Oh, and I get to pay for water. awesome. the tap isn't drinkable. awesome.<br /><br />But I'm happy. Me and my ham and cheese sandwiches, expensive water, no internet or phone, roaches, and appliances that I keep breaking and burning up are having a great time.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-53885624581049186062011-06-20T19:43:00.000-07:002011-06-20T20:05:18.063-07:00"The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around." VonnegutI've been doing quite a bit of reading, of thinking, and of drawing...therefore, a lot of being alone. I found myself writing this today:<br /><br />I guess life is a road, and in traveling that road you sometimes find yourself on a path that seems un-invigorating and monotonous. You think back and forward and you wonder how things could really feel any different--no matter what part of the earth your road is on. You realize the reality of your reality. You realize that you exist and you are walking. You are tangible and you are experiencing the experiences. Life is actual--it is real, and the fact that it seems un-invigorating is sort of daunting and hopeless. But it gets better. Then it gets bad again, and that's the cycle. Sometimes the cycle happens in a day and sometimes it takes a few weeks.<br /><br />My reality got better today with the discovery of <a href="http://grooveshark.com/#/artist/Esperanza+Spalding/592075">Esperanza Spalding</a>. This lady...oh this lady. She's got it. I'm mesmerized.<br /><br />"lucky me, lucky mud."<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0624.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0624.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I like the thought of mud.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-89446517020904460682011-06-17T07:28:00.001-07:002011-06-17T15:39:32.019-07:00"Here is life, an experiment to a great extent untried by me..." ThoreauSo many people don't like to be alone, but I think that's when you really find out who you are. You are limited to conversation with yourself, and you are forced to face yourself. The time is yours to act, think, wonder, experiment, explore, say and grow in whatever direction and way with no outside eyes peering in at you. It's a time for you to make up your own mind without the distraction of what they think. It's a time to delve deeper, to rethink thoughts and to pick at old resolutions. It's a time of discovery. Many people don't allow themselves this time. Perhaps that's why so many people seem like a singular blurry mass. Of course, it's all about balance, everything is about balance. A person needs a period of being immersed in society to balance the time of solitude. For me, when I'm alone the clutter of the constant information thrown at me in social situations slowly clears and my thoughts are able to seep back fully and wholly. When you are alone, there is nothing there to judge you...except for maybe the moon.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0605.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 659px; height: 494px;" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0605.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She's there, peeking at you. I went to Tybee to watch her rise a couple of days ago. It was too cloudy at first to see, but eventually I was caught off guard by the faint hue of orange seeping through the thick blue grey clouds. It's hard to describe the joy I felt, it's strange how much joy I felt, when I saw it. My hands clenched and I started laughing out loud. It felt good to feel that happy. She's a rock of reassurance and spending time with her rejuvenated and motivated me. I left feeling completely content and satisfied.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0616.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0616.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />While I sat on the beach and looked towards her I noticed that as she got higher, the golden reflections on the ocean intensified. I started trying to describe it to myself and realized that all I could think about were artificial objects to compare it to. It's hard to relate something to an existing thing that someone will recognize, when the thing your trying to describe is like nothing else. But I started to write and this is what I got "I'm looking at the reflection of the full moon on the ocean. It's the color of fire and nothing. They ungulate between each other. They are slithers and clumps gliding and colliding into and out of one another. They move in a slow rhythm that comes towards me. The fire is continuously reaching for me but never arriving. It just keeps coming and never stops but never fully makes it."<br /><br />it was a good night.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-6362180607117406352011-06-11T09:19:00.000-07:002011-06-11T12:02:14.284-07:00slow rideThe slow route seems to be the most rewarding. It's interesting how life sometimes forces you to slow down. Because of my inability to put air in bike tires with a manual pump, I had to walk home last night. As I did so, I passed a large rectangular ground light...aka an insect graveyard. As I passed it I heard some clinking around, so I turned back to investigate. And low and behold... it was a cicada :) I'd never seen a live one after it has molted. It made me smile. So, I rescued it from it's burning demise and took him home with me. He was a lot smaller than I've known cicadas to be. As we walked home he crawled over my hands and up my arms. I took him upstairs and drew him. As he hung out on my finger I felt a pinch. I turned him around to see that he was piercing me with his straw mouth. He thought I was a plant and was trying to suck out my sap! At that point I learned that even with his seemingly broken wing, that he could fly. I observed and read later that cicadas are TERRIBLE flyers. He kept running into EVERYTHING..but always landed back on me. It was real sweet, obviously it meant nothing..or that he could feel that I was warm..but it was still sweet.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0579.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 599px; height: 449px;" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0579.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_0601.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_0601.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Also, my cowbutts made the SCAD website. awesome.<br /><br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=scadweb.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/scadweb.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860585303942450579.post-54666420423475993782011-06-09T08:23:00.000-07:002011-06-09T08:58:29.190-07:00Oh Wyoming.It's been a really long time since I've posted anything. I've attempted to a few times.... but I just come up blank. The end of this last semester has been decorated with quite a few self-conscious uncertainties in multiple aspects of my life. But it's also been sprinkled with great times, loving friends, and wonderful experiences...so I guess it balances out.<br /><br />One thing is for certain, and I know I dote on it a lot... I really miss Moose, Wyoming and all that comes with it. Many of my most favorite people are there together right now enjoying those magical and breathtaking mountains...and I yyyeeeaaaarrrn for it all. Despite the fact that in a little over a month I will be in London and then later South France, when I think about Wyoming I literally feel nervous and weak with want. It's such a weird thing.<br /><br />To be inside a labyrinth of ginormous masses of earth, on a path which seemed to always lead to a secret water filled bellybutton....where the earth became quieted upon arrival and accomplishment was felt whole heartedly....secrets were shared between a few strangers who'd soon become life long friends. Pasts were shared, lows and highs, aspirations and regrets, but most importantly, the present was shared with the same vigor and amazement. Those feelings I got were so unbelievable, and to know that the breathing life beside me felt the same thing....It's just hard to have words for how it makes me feel now. Wyoming has pushed me so hard, it has taught me so much, and it still touches me every time I see a slight rise on the flat earth, or an elk or a moose, or snow, the moon, ice cream and coffee, cowboy hats, the color sage or anything similar, tree sap, burrowing ants, a lake, baggy pants, bluegrass, pbr, black birds, artichokes, rice crispy treats, and harrison ford...the list could go on forever. That summer will always be with me. breath. On to the next one!<br /><br />right?<br /><br />Change is good. Newness is exciting. And I'll be ready when its time. It all just takes time.<br /><br /><br />bellybutton.<br /><a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/?action=view&current=IMG_7477.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 700px; height: 525px;" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/jamiebourgeois_bucket/IMG_7477.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11354953828949211351noreply@blogger.com0