Meeting People, Reconnect, Rejuvenate

I met few new people last week, made new friends, both virtual and first life. Reconnection with some people I have known online and rejuvenation of old friendship. All and all its good. I realized being in a closed and hidden place for the last few years have cost me some connectiona. I have focused so much on maintaining something so fragile and in sort of mystery that I lost grab of the importance, reality and closeness of plain old friendship. Now, I am gaining them again, slowly, I hope the same with you. Though I must say, I could have throw them agin fo that is the cost asked for.

I meet up with two new flickr contact through JimmyOK. Meet with strangers by taking their turista pictures and emailing them later in the week. Connected with old contact from textamerica. etc etc.

mo @ veselka

mo @ veselka
Originally uploaded by tilo driessen.

I was flickring through a stream of beautiful photographs from Tilo Driessen's trip to Iran. Then remembered this picture of me taken by him while visiting NYC. I like this, I look happy, I must be happy then.

Fast Week

This week has been a very fast one. It went zooming past me with just a slight breeze on my face, not even enought to ruffle my hair. Well, the hair is now so short it would need a hurricane to do so. The point is I do not accomplish much this week, creatively nor logically. Though I think I dug my self deeper in the miserable aspect of my soul torturing past tense.
I like fast week like this, if the weekend happend to be an oasis to rest both mind and soul.
I hate a fast week like this if my weekend turned out to be just a mirage filled with wonderment of one's whereabout.

Math Day at Work

I am working on a math project, creating a online tools to be use to help teacher assess children Math temperature. During this project I use all my previous experience and knowledge in designing interative application to be use by young children. I have done many of this kind of project but this is the first one with math as a subject. I am having a great deal of fun, and very much encouraged to do a great job. Math is not my forte, but I wish I had this kind of application back then, for my teacher to use in helping me. I could have been a math wiz, no?

Meeting an old friend.

Meeting an old friend yesterday. It was long overdue. I have not seen or talk to her since last February. We had a great time, we did not talking that much but knew that we care very much about each other well being. I concern about her health, she seems fragile, weak and full of cloud, though still gracious and her self.
The short of conversation we had, gave me the insight on how perfect the images of you and I on her. Another hurdle to pass through that would put my friendship with her at stakes. You are her golden kid, so am I, but I am supposed to be your mentor as I am her confidant and friend. Knowledge of all, will destroy this.

Drawing again

It's has been a while since the last time I carried my sketchbooks with me. Sometime more than one, for various drawing projects I have going on. My interest in photography had side tracked me. the need to carry a camera, sometimes cameras (Yes, if I am into something I am really ito it) led me to let the books home. Now I am back in the swing of it, but carrying only one for now. I am trying to balance. One camera, one sketch book.

Camera: Nikon D80, with a couple of lense 50mmf1.8 AF and 105mmf1.8 manual.
Sketchbook: Italian made, a gift from my friend Denise.

Tired of it all.

I have to stay up all night tonight. Working on a commitment to design. I am exhausted, mentally and physically, but I can't get out of this. I have been thinking of getting my self out of this rut. no more freelancing, no more working all night because I have to. I want to shed the impression of a workaholic. I want to be able to feel weekend lightly, unscheduled, and unpressured. I used to be able to handle this easily. Have the lost that happened recently has something to do with this? How come I suddenly so susceptible to weary, fatigue and boredom?

Back in the funk

I have always telling friends, or just anybody whom I am comfortable with, how complex my life is. What I should be telling them actually, is how I want my life to be or appear to be complex. Once a friend's response made me realize how quite simple life is, specially mine. It is all about choice: decide and move on. She is a smart one!
In many cases I am unable to decide, I'll put my self in a funk. Bewildering thoughts and feelings took over, and I am not the nicest person to be around with. Realizing this I tend to hide in my shel, till the funk is over.