| Saturday, October 25, 2008 |
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fuzzy pictures say so much more than proper, crystal clear ones. where everyone is happy, climbing all over each other, or posing or smiling, and the cameraman has perfectly composed with immaculate adaptation to available light and focus and shutter control resulting in a picture that's just, perfect. it makes you smile with the subjects and think of all such pictures you've been featured in. i have that too, you tell yourself. shiny happiness.
but fuzzy pictures are the real thing. shutter is off, focus is off, subjects are unaware, background unflattering. you look at them and probably think it's the politically correct thing to call it a great picture, because hey everybody likes to look at fuzzy pictures and comment on the magical reality of it all. but you look at the fuzzy picture for maybe a split second longer and then move on to the next one, and smile with the shiny happy people playing the fool to perfection.
sometimes i look at a fuzzy picture and wonder what it would be to be that person. to have on my mind what he or she has on his or her mind at the time. to be looking at what he or she is looking at. to be dealing with his or her devils. to be living his or her life. to be in a fuzzy picture, where everything is secure in its imperfection. whether i would prefer to be in my own fuzzy picture, or would want to trade lives.
i never feel this way about a shiny happy picture. i just click next and wait for the next fuzzy picture to come along, so i can feel the imperfection all over again. |
posted by n.g. at 18:33
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| Tuesday, October 14, 2008 |
| love for a child/jason mraz |
There's a picture on my kitchen wall
Looks like Jesus and his friends involved
There's a party getting started in the yard
There's a couple getting steamy in the car parked in the drive
Was I too young to see this with my eyes?
By the pool last night, apparently
The chemicals weren't mixed properly
You hit your head and then forgot your name
And then you woke up at the bottom by the drain
And now your altitude and memory's a shame
What about taking this empty cup and filling it up
With a little bit more of innocence
I haven't had enough, it's probably because when you're young
It's okay to be easily ignored
I like to believe it was all about love for a child
And when the house was left in shambles
Who was there to handle all the broken bits of glass
Was it mom who put my dad out on his ass or the other way around
Well I'm far too old to care about that now
What about taking this empty cup and filling it up
With a little bit more of innocence
I haven't had enough, it's probably because when you're young
It's okay to be easily ignored
I'd like to believe it was all about love for a child
It's kinda nice to work the floor since the divorce
I've been enjoying both my Christmases and my birthday cakes
And taking drugs and making love at far too young an age
And they never check to see my grades
What a fool I'd be to start complaining now
What about taking this empty cup and filling it up
With a little bit more of innocence
I haven't had enough, it's probably because when you're young
It's okay to be easily ignored
I'd love to believe it's all about love for a child |
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posted by n.g. at 18:13
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