If you want to see some of my photos, check it out here my PORTFOLIO I just published an update to my new website. Take a look! ....If you want to be a business contact or see some of my professional experience, check it out here ..............I love Design, Gardening, Walling, Cooking, Eating Beautiful Foods, Vine, Martinis, Philosophy, Meditation, Transcending, Art, Drawing, Painting, Photography, Poetry, Literature, Music, Electronica, Movies, Fashion, Dancing, Biking, Hiking, Yoga, Traveling, Touring, Road Trips, Visiting New York City, Being Self-Employed, Interior Design, Used Stuff, The Environment, Cruelty-Free Living. Stones, Ecohousing, Architecture, Neglected Architecture, Historic Preservation, Construction, Web Design, Listening, Learning, Good Communication, Community, People Who Stand For Something, Sincerity, Over-Achieving, Intuitional Thinkers, Respect, Independence, Beautiful and Sexy People, High Standards, Tattoos, Piercing, Passion. Sexuality, Erotica, Firing, Kissing, Stimulating, Love, Friends, Supporting my Friends & Enemies, Being True to Myself, Declining Friend Requests,
I'm looking for people who no where they came from. Where there going and why there going there! You are tolerant of difference's , Accepting, Understanding, and willing to give anyone a chance. Do you easily influence others. You have a fresh perspective on life, and you can be very creative. Nontraditional, you've never met anyone who's like you. Are you likely to be a trendsetter. Inventive and artistic, Do you have positive an upbeat and Positive outlook, You make friends easily Beautiful but Grounded, Emotionally Intelligent, Independent, but Supportive, Communicative and Expressive, Philosophically Sound, Environmentally Aware, Physicality Active, Spiritual Aware, or like some of the flowing.ß Arts / Movies / Biking / Hiking / Traveling / Sexuality......PS. So if i removed you, from my friends list, don't be offended. I'm still your friend /acquaintance / email /penpal and I'll keep you in my favorites list. Normally, I reject women who would want to use me as a part of a collection!..... ..
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So Many Movies.... Dancer in the Dark, American Beauty, Memento, Human Traffic, Bowling For Columbine, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Amelie, Virgin Suicides, The Karma Sutra, Pillow book, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Star Wars Trilogy, A Beautiful Mind, A Room with a View, Shaw-shank Redemption, Requiem for a Dream, Brave-heart, Fight Club, Naked Lunch, Matrix, Pulp Fiction, Dead Poet Society, The Crow, Mystic River, American Beauty, Reservoir Dogs, Sleeping Beauty, Bat-man, The Breakfast Club, Mission Impossible, The Incredibles, Romeo and Juliet, One Flew Over the Cookoo's Nest, The Silence of the Lambs, Saving Private Ryan, Schindler's List, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Edward Sciccorhands, Ferenheit 9/11, Bowling for Columbine,The godfather trilogy... Hackers, Snatch, Apocalypse Now! Hitchock movies! Kurosawa and tarantino flicks! Clockwork orange, Nightmare before xmas, War Of The Worlds, Memento, Whale Rider,I love watching movies, there are too many great ones to name ...anything worth talking about afterwards...
Television is a lot like a plague or like cockroaches They just keep spreading from one house to the next. A social disease! That you'll waste your time on, and fills your head up! So you don't have time to think about the things that are truly important to you, to your friends to your family and to humanity "Comfortably Numb" So To Speak!...
" we shall not cease from exploration and the end of our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. through the unknown, remembered gate when the last of earth left to discover is that which is the beginning; at the source of the longest river the voice of the hidden waterfall and the children in the apple-tree not known, because not looked for but heard, half-heard, in the stillness between two waves of the sea." --T.S. Eliot--I love books with the facts! I just read books for reference for the most part.
To many to put in such a small box!I Idealize "Andy Golgsworhy's works" The Art of Work Stone Wallers Display Their Timeworn Craft at the National Gallery By Paul Richard Wednesday, February 9, 2005; Page C01Beauty is a curious thing.All day long the wallers do their heavy labor. They hump their slabs of slate, and break the stone with hammers, and set it into stacks, and tomorrow in the morning they'll start doing it again. This turns out to be beautiful. Of all the sights on offer now at the National Gallery of Art few are more beguiling than standing at the window watching the wallers work. Like the sculpture they're constructing -- "Roof" by Andy Goldsworthy -- the wallers at their walling make your thoughts go round and round.Steven Allen, a champion dry stone waller in Great Britain, shapes some slate at the National Gallery for Andy Goldsworthy's sculpture "Roof." (Lucian Perkins -- The Washington Post)"Roof" is the largest work of art commissioned by the gallery in a quarter-century. Its designer is an art star who, unusual for art stars, is as much admired by the broad art public as he is by the pros. The English wallers he has hired to build his dry stone sculpture are more than mere assistants. "Roof" pays homage to their muscles, their steadfastness, their history. To watch them is to know that they are core to what it is.You think: This is oldest toil, old as a chipped hand-ax, old as Stonehenge, old as Clovis points, old as toil gets.You think: Bad backs and squashed thumbs, black blood underneath the nail. Prisons once assigned work like this to convicts. Yet here in the East Building walling feels transcendent -- as prideful in its craft, as stately in its rhythms, as resonant with references -- as fine art is supposed to be, but only seldom is.A glimpse is not enough. This takes observing slowly. Wander off a while, have a cup of coffee, take a look at Rembrandt. You have to let the hours flow to watch the stone form rising, and read the evocations that swirl around the scene.Skills like these were common once. Not anymore. How long did it take to breed the Highland sheepdog, or evolve the Viking longboat? Walling has that slowness deep within its pedigree. It, too, is a dying art. The wallers keep on working. The clouds of dust their boots disturb are gray as shreds of mist on rain-soaked British hills.American barbed wire wouldn't be much use in Cumbria. The fog would rust the wire, the rain would rot the posts. The sheep farms that once prospered there used to feed their wool into the noisy mills of the Industrial Revolution. Stone walls made that possible. They kept the flocks apart, they gave shelter to the animals. Despite the boggy ground, and heaving frost, and wind-whipped rain, long sections of the walls that web that wild landscape have stood intact without repair for the past 200 years.The sculpture at the gallery recalls the hill farmers who built them, their calloused hands, their wind-burnt necks. When midges swarm and gales blow, England's green and pleasant land isn't all that pleasant. The sculpture at the gallery, like the team that's building it, comes soaked in England's weather, England's landscape, England's history. Those lichen-covered, sheep-protecting, country-taming monuments were made by men like these.Steven Allen is the tallest. There were six miles of dry stone wall on his father's farm in Cumbria. Allen has won the Grand Prix of the Dry Stone Wallers Association of Great Britain; there's been a book about him (David Griffiths's "In There Somewhere"). Allen, 44, has been walling since 13.Gordon Wilton, 57, is the oldest. He, too, is a winner of that national championship. His son Jason, 28, works beside him. Biggin-by-Hartigan, Derbyshire, is where the Wiltons live. Andrew Mason, 27, comes from Kirkby Lonsdale. Mark Heathcote comes from Heathcote, where his roots run deep; he's 27, too.Goldsworthy, among them, is as tireless and dusty. Usually he works alone outdoors, by himself on the beach or by a river. Lots of his best pieces, many are ephemeral, survive only in photographs. "Roof" is an exception, being built in front of crowds. Like the wallers who surround him, Goldsworthy is English, though now he lives in Scotland, just north of the border. He, too, is a countryman. You sense this in his steadiness. As you watch the wallers hefting stones, gauging them and shaping them, their work looks somehow choreographed, never hurried, never slow."Roof" is now three-quarters done. The piece feels new and hip, and at the same time eons old.It looks like a small village of hut-sized slate-gray domes. It's got minimalism in it. All its domes partake of spherical geometry. The sculpture at the gallery feels like process art as well. Like other works by Goldsworthy -- sometimes made of icicles or twigs, stalks of grass, or frost"Roof" seem to tell the viewer just how it was made. Deep time is in it, too. Once its slabs were flats of mud on the floors of silty seas."Roof" also gently winks at the skyscape of the city, at the dome of the West Building and at the cupola of the Capitol. But it also takes your thoughts away to older domes in older lands, to the Pantheon's in Rome, to Hagia Sophia's in Istanbul and beehive dwellings of pious Dark Age monks.The piece, when it is finished, will weigh 400 tons.Weighty as it is, it also evokes lightness, for "Roof" evokes a set of intersecting bubbles rising on their own through the surface of the ground.Orderly and witty, it's a characteristic Goldsworthy. It relies, as his work always does, on available materials (in this case Arvonia, Va., slate) shaped by natural forces made manifest through time. Gravity and muscle, those traditional antagonists, are the forces "Roof" invokes.Those and practiced teamwork. While the watchers at the gallery, the tourists and the students and the bureaucrats on lunch break, whisper to each other, the wallers at their labors almost never speak.Speech would be superfluous. All of them already know what must be done. There's something British in their reticence. When Napoleon, in defeat, surrendered his imperial self to HMS Bellerophon, a Royal Navy warship, what most impressed the prisoner was "the extreme silence" of her crew. "On a French ship," said the emperor, "they gabble like so many geese."Wallers do not blather. These don't, at least. They're not more quiet on the job than they are at the pub, knocking down some beers. If you chose to earn your living stacking stones on heathered hillsides, chitchat for its own sake is probably not your thing.In Cumbria, says Steven Allen, a standard wall is five feet high. It stands on the bare ground. There is no mortar between the stones, or concrete footings under them. That would be seen as cheating. A well-built wall in Cumbria is really not one wall, but two -- with small-stone fill called "hearting" well-packed in between them, and the paired walls tied together by connecting slabs called "throughs.""Any stone will do," says Allen, "you pick up what's around. But a good wall must be straight, and you have to cross the joints, and the hearting must be tight."Does he think himself an artist? He looks nonplused at the question. "You could call me a collector," Gordon Wilton volunteers. "Back home I have a greenhouse completely filled with cacti.""Roof" will stay in Washington. In a week or two the wallers will pack up and go home, but who they are, and what they've done, will remain here in its stones.....Happiness cannot be found through great effort and willpower, but is already present, in open relaxation and letting go. Don’t strain yourself, there is nothing to do or undo.Whatever momentarily arises in the body-mind has No real importance at all, has little reality whatsoever. Why identify with, and become attached to it, passing judgment upon it and ourselves?Far better to simply let the entire game happen on its own, springing up and falling back like waves, without changing or manipulating anything and notice how everything vanishes and reappears, magically, again and again, time without end.Only our searching for happiness prevents us from seeing it. It is like a vivid rainbow which you pursue without ever catching, or a dog chasing its own tail.Although peace and happiness do not exist as an actual thing or place, it is always available and accompanies you every instant.Don’t believe in the reality of good and bad experiences; they are like today’s ephemeral weather, like rainbows in the sky.Wanting to grasp the ungraspable, you exhaust yourself in vain. as soon as you open and relax this tight fist of grasping, infinite space is there open, inviting and comfortable.Make use of this spaciousness, this freedom and natural ease. Don’t search any further looking for the great awakened elephant, who is already resting quietly at home in front of your own hearth.Nothing to do or undo, nothing to force, nothing to want, and nothing missing. Emaho! Marvelous! Everything happens by itself.Lama Gendun Rinpoche