August 2004
Three Years of Ecstasy
 
First Things First

August 2004 marks my homepage's third anniversary.  I started this homepage as my last great attempt at creating a homepage.  If you look around I believe you will find that this homepage is at the very least diverse.

As far as updates go, they are as follows.  Vista Drive gets more pictures to all three sections.  Hotel now has over 100 pictures, and is updated randomly.  So, do check back often to see what's new there.


Afterthoughts : The Construction Site

Years ago I lived next to a private school.  When the private school was sold, a huge office building started to take its place.  I was about 9 years old.  A couple of friends of mine came over one Sunday night, and convinced me to go check out the construction site.  There was a wall that we had to jump, one I had jumped many times before.  Getting in wasn't that bad, but it was in trying to get out that we found ourselves slightly trapped.  The site was dark, and it was really hard to see where we were going.  Tools, equipment, and building supplies were all around.  Take one step to the right and you might step on a pipe.  Take a step to the left and you might step into a bucket.  Take a step forward, and you might fall.  After a few minutes on the site we decided to leave.  The idea was so much more than the reality.  On our way out we found that it was much more difficult to reach the top of the wall that we used to get in.  Jumping down to something is so much easier than climbing out.  And that is what we faced.  One of my friends easily made it over.  But me and my other friend found it harder.  And it wasn't like we could just jump, and hope for the best on a second attempt.  A short jump, or a missed grip, and we would fall into the excavated pit, and end up near the buildings foundation.  We thought that wasn't so bad, but having to be rescued, and facing our parents, now that was scary.  So me and my friend found a way to get out via the back of the construction site.  It was a longer way, and we weren't sure we could make it that way either.  But, the alternative would be a dangerous jump.  It turned out that the back way was very simple.  So simple that it was like walking through the front door of a house.  After that we never went back to the construction site.  I moved out of that place soon after.  The building is still there, and I often pass it when I'm driving home.  It taught me a lesson.  Sometimes we think something is going to be the greatest thing ever, but it could just end up being a total dud.


Editorial : Wrong at a critical Time

There are moments in history when the wrong person for the job is the exact person that gets the job.  History will remember George W. Bush as such a person.  Because at this moment in history, after the Cold War, after the United States was the only superpower in the world, and after and economic upturn, one George W. Bush came along.  In a moment of leadership, he turned thoughtless.  In a moment of grief, he turned vengeful.  In a moment of unity, he turned nations against our country.

He has gone from being called a uniter, to perhaps being the most divisive president in our history.  He talks of freedoms, but has taken more rights away from the citizens of this country than anyone else.  He talks of prosperity for all, but only millionaires get richer.  He talks about character, then lies about his reasons for going to war.  He mocks a war veteran, despite being AWOL for his service.  And he talks about his love of freedom, but imposes his religious beliefs on everyone.

In short, history will remember George W. Bush for all the mistakes he has made.  Because there are no moments in which he has risen to the occasion.  There are no moments in which he has helped.  He has only hindered.  Because there haven't been moments in which he didn't take a vacation, instead of being proactive.  Because everything he touches turns to crap.

For all these reasons it is time for George W. Bush to go home.  The time has come for a majority (again) to vote against him.  Because it is time to right a wrong that was perpetrated upon us nearly four years ago.  Come November, please, please, vote for John Kerry.


Etcetera : Works in Progress

Like I stated before this month marks this site's third anniversary.  When I started this site I wanted it to showcase my photography, and my writing.  But I also wanted it to be a nice place to visit.

It's not always easy to get an idea online.  Sometimes an idea is too big, or too hard, to get online.  Sometimes an idea simply never goes anywhere.  Sometimes it just takes longer than one expects.  I have a lot of new ideas for this site, and some old ones.  These projects are in various states.  Some just need a little more work.  Some are nowhere near the point that I could even work on them.

I mention this because there were a couple of projects that I started this year, yet have gone nowhere.  So from time to time I start a project, get about 80% of the way towards putting it online, foolishly announce it, and then nothing ever shows up.  For that I am sorry.

There is one project that I speak of specifically, The Face Project.  My idea was to take people's portrait.  Then the idea morphed into taking some really nice portraits of people.  But, I have encountered a problem.  No one wants to pose for me.  It's the same problem I've had in the past.  See, the project wasn't just going to be one person's portrait, but dozens of people's portraits.  I'm still asking people to pose, but I don't think that I'll find many takers.  See, the idea was also to showcase people who are beautiful, but wouldn't be found in magazines.

Alas that project is on hold.  I hope to bring many more ideas to this site. Some of them will come sooner than later.  Some won't come at all.  I know, it's bad to advertise something, and then not deliver it.  I just get so excited about certain projects that I can't help but spill the beans.

In closing, I want to thank everyone who visits my site.  I do hope you enjoy it, and come back over, and over, again.


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