• Writing

    Always On The Outside Looking In

    For as long as I can remember, I was always on the outside, looking in, as if I’m an observer.  Seeing life through a pane of glass, often wondering how things worked, and seeking to reveal the reasons why things are the way they are, and the way things have to be.  Often I get the feeling as if I’m a stranger, or at best a friend that nobody sees.

  • Writing

    Always A Reason

    2016 was a fantastic year for me as I undoubtedly garnered the respect and admiration of many people through my writing and photography, making a series of deep connections and built up my audience to new unprecedented levels the likes of which came as a surprise, even to me.  Despite this success, it seems that as as long as I’ve been alive, there always seem to be many reasons to not feel good enough, to feel left out, or to interpret ones success as insignificant when compared to that of another. Comparing ourselves to others is often times an unsafe bet.  For example, why did it take me so long…

  • Writing

    You Expect An Easy Answer

    It has truly been so long since I had seen something truly amazing.  This morning I saw something incredible.  I witnessed the annual migration of hundreds of birds, all flying low in a v-shape patterns.  So many that the sky was filled with birds flying overhead, a duration which lasted in excess of five minutes.  The most mesmerizing and beautiful things in life are always free and come from mother nature, yet we often covet that which is materialistic, mass-produced and unnecessarily costly.  In modern society we are conditioned towards capitalist ideals, forever ignoring the simple and most beautiful things in life as insignificant and inconsequential. I was at the…

  • Writing

    Maybe

    When I was a child, I thought that when I grew up, that all my picture-perfect maps and plans of the future would come true.  As of yet, very few of those plans I was certain and convinced would come true actually did.  But what if things turned out differently?  Maybe I would have been famous.  Maybe I would have been successful.  Maybe I would have chased dreams similar to those around me. For awhile, I thought that fame, success, and obsessing over the tiny details and materialistic things in life were what really mattered.  That was the message that was instilled in my mind ever since I can remember. …

  • Writing

    American Ignorance

    During an interview in the 1908s, science fiction writer Isaac Asimov said, “There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.” Asimov was right; in recent years I have noticed a disturbing trend in today’s society of anti-intellectualism in which the daily lives of celebrities is mentioned in the news, and consumer culture has become a priority over intelligence.  Science is generally dismissed as wrong whenever discoveries and…

  • Writing

    140 Characters

    Ever since I was young, I incessantly took notes and wrote down observations.  Often times, they were about experiences I had, written generally within a couple of days of the events.  I also took many photographs, and countless pages of notes, but put simply, since the age of digital was still years away, many of the photographs failed to capture my true vision, and the pages of writing ended up getting lost, misplaced, or thrown away, either intentionally or by accident. I was 16 when the Internet started to take shape.  At first, it was limited to dial-up BBS systems, then dial-up, and then finally, broadband.  As soon as it…

  • Writing

    Gifted

    My parents sent me to private school, intending to provide me with a superior education. Midway through third grade, my parents decided to move, and I was forced to repeat third grade, a decision that delayed my graduation from high school by one year. The school principal determined that there was something wrong with me. It was yet more reinforcement for me to dwell, and obsess over the fact that something was wrong with me. It was later on, in forth grade that I was sent to a psychologist for evaluation. Surprisingly, the psychologist found nothing wrong with me. Neither did the second, or third psychologist who evaluated me. It…

  • Cornerstone Content,  Writing

    Generation Gap

    My father was 64 when I was born, and that in and of itself created perhaps the greatest generation gap I have ever encountered in my life. In some respects, by fathering a child so late in life, I may have skipped a generation. Throughout my life, my father told me that everything in the world was always subject to change, and if anything could change, it would. My father looked down upon my generation and told me that with every new generation came a new set of challenges upon the generation before it. According to him, every generation would be, among other things, less respectful of their elders, much…

  • Writing

    I Haven’t Gotten It All Figured Out Just Yet

    I noticed a Facebook update recently from a childhood friend, who has recently decided to go back to college to pursue a degree in Psychology.  It must be convenient to have ones life planned out just like the plot of a paperback novel.  In life, I have not been so lucky; I haven’t gotten it all figured out just yet. At age 16, I was convinced that the first girl I had feelings for would be my wife, and we would have a relationship the likes of which would be comparable to a fairy tale novel.  By age 18, I was certain that I would graduate college with a degree…

  • Other Stuff

    Museum Notes: Dorothea Lange’s America

    Dorothea Lange – May 26, 1895 – October 11, 1965 Dorothea Lange’s America Photographs, by order of appearance: Hands, Maynard And Dan Dixon, 1930 White Angel Breadline, 1933 Workers Unite, 1934 Mended Stockings, 1934 Unemployed Men, 1934 Filipinos Cutting Lettuce, 1935 Girl With Mattress Springs, 1935 In The Southwest, 1935 Out Of Rear Window Tenement Dwelling Of Mr. And Mrs. Jacob Solomon, 133 Avenue D, New York City, 1936 Unemployed Men On Howard Street, 1937 Abandoned Tenant Cabin, 1937 Five Tenant Farmers Without Farms, 1937 Death In The Doorway, 1938 Rural Rehabilitation Client, 1938 Funeral Cortege, 1938 Migrant Mother, 1936 Rural Landscape With Grapes Of Wrath Billboard, 1940 Woman In…