Spotted this lovely after work on my ride home
I decided not to take the highway. . .
and then had to stop my car
ended up running across four lanes of traffic
. . . no cars were coming I promise. . .
but it was worth it was it not.
What should we name him. . . ?
These are from some random art show my friend took me to early this year at UTEP. I love picking out the little things that the artists do in their displays to guide our emotional reactions. Like the dramatic draping of the canvas in the first shot for instance.
I just had an interesting experience. I have trouble retaining information, right. Seriously, I don’t know whats wrong with me. If you tell my your name I’ll most likely forget it. So when I receive instructions I have to write them down and repeat them to myself multiple times in order to actually do it. This makes functioning in a professional setting sometimes difficult.
So today I finished interpreting early so my boss sent me on a few errands. (which btw was a miracle that I was even there!!! I had a 7:00 final and I woke up a t 642!!!!! I live on the East Side!!!!) Picking up and dropping off paperwork at different halls, no big deal right, well not for most people. He starts firing off names of halls and directions and names and I had to stop him. . . “can you please please let me write this down.” So I was good? . . . no because Stefan Albani can’t keep things simple. Anyone who knows me well knows that. Its like when I buy pop. . . should I get the 2 for 3 or the 10 for twenty!!!! ahhh!!!!!! (thats a rant for another time).
Therefore I began my journey to the general vicinity of where I knew my destination was, which ended up being wrong. Not because i wasn’t told where i should go, and not because I wasn’t practically drawn a map of where to go, but because I’m me and pretty much just was confused for no reason whatsoever. SO!!!! I do what I usually do in this situation. . . Admit that I’m a dork and ask for directions. And this leads me to my point in this rather pointless rant. . . . wherever you are and even if you aren’t as big of a moron as I am, ASK 4 DIRECTIONS!!!! U’ll thank me, trust me. Even if you face a language barrier you have more of a chance of getting somewhere on time with the help of a local than wondering clueless on your own pride. The sooner everyone (I’m mostly pointing at my male readers, sorry guys the stereotype is usually true) embraces this, the less lost we will all be.
In addition to getting you to where you need to go, asking for directions will also present some awesome if not hilarious experiences. For example in the heart of Paris when we had no Idea where we were going, my dad and sister asked a local for directions to somewhere I don’t remember. After a few minutes of struggle ending in eventual success my dad thanked the gentleman sincerely. He replied with a hilarious and quite perfect “Jamaican cool runnings” accent in probably the only english he knew “No problem man!” Needless to say that story gets told a lot, why?! Cuz its hilarious! and It wouldn’t have happened if dad hadn’t put his ego aside.
If I was in this crowd, I would have passed out. . . hands down. Say what you want about Bono lol but tell me that this intro doesn’t give you goosebumps.
Also! This album was inspired by the desert out here! Which should make people from El Paso and Las Cruces smile, cuz I think our Irish friends appreciate the beauty of it here more than we do. The grass is always greener in Ireland.
Park somewhere new. . . if you’re anything like me you’ll get lost. This’ll force you to take a new route, and then find something beautiful you wouldn’t have found otherwise.
Here’s an awesome sand painting my Mum did recently at white sands! Check it eh. . . moral of the story? Art is not confined to a studio.
So recently, in preparation of my inevitable move north, I’ve been going through alot of my things and getting rid of the unwanted and/or useless crapola that I’ve somehow accumulated in my year of living here . . . its ridiculous. . . seriously . . . However! Doing so brought to mind a painting I saw at an art show early in the summer and forgot to post. Oh how this statement rings true.
I love this Clint Eastwood shot ha ha . . . . oh and fyi there’s new art up at kinleys house of coffee, it really caught my eye, stop in and check it out
Unfortunately I was not able to go to chalktheblock due to my trip to Denver. . . BUT! This doesn’t mean that I didn’t get to enjoy it! U see, I had a mole. . . . a spy if you will. Whatever you want to call it I had someone get documentation! I was really awed by some of the things there, check it out!
A little under a year ago my brother, sister and I moved from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania to El Paso Texas. . . I’m not gonna lie it was a crazy feeling reducing all of our belongings to what would fit into the back of two tiny scions and hiking it across the most of the country. . . however as I look back, it twas freeing! You see, I hate stuff. . . clutter. . . junk. . . garbage that just keeps us immobile and holds us down. Since our move I’ve made a huge effort to not accumulate “stuff” and as a result I feel alot more free. What sparked this random rant? A Post over here where a good friend has inspired me to not give up in my dream to one day live in a tree 🙂