Unobscured

I continue to spit because this life is disgusting.
But what else would you expect from a child left behind


"And why do some many people like The Twilight Series but no one is a big fan of The Host?"

"Let me ask you this; would you rather give your daughter the life that you have been giving her now, or would you like to work towards giving her the world now.  I mean look at you, sacrifice this and sacrifice that, what the hell do you think you are already doing?  You might as well push through and give her what you think she deserves."

"Pancreatic cancer is the #4 killer in respect to all cancers?  What the hell could the first three be!?"

"He loves the wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle part"



That all that I really have right now.  Sorry. It's kinda terrible

Saturday Unedited and Unproofed

Well I let the leaves get out of control.  I should really get outside and get those raked up.  Also the cars need to be washed and wax before what I believe will be another harsh winter.  Not as harsh as the late 80's early 90's.  Some of those years were just brutal from what I remember.  And certainly not with a snowpocalypse like what we had last winter.  That wasn't so much of a snowpocalypse as it was that the various weather teams across the metro predicted it so accurately.  When the hell does that ever happen!?  I also need to get the cars washed and waxed for the impending winter doom.  So interesting that such a harsh season could be my favorite.  Very simple explanation really, see in the summer you are left at arms length from the ones you care about.  The personal space is so much bigger when it is 100 degrees outside.  Humans produce about 800 BTUs of heat every hour.  Doesn't seem like much considering your grill probably does around 35,000. Yet when it is so warm outside I just. . .it's too damn hot.  But the winter, O the winter is when you realize how much value that heat has.  Especially when the personal space can be invade with someone you love and the doubled BTUs can be shared.  A walk on the plaza, a cold night in, movies, parks, tree lights.  1600 BTU's is the only to keep it, 800 is just so lonely.

A Conversation of 1991-1992

• Eliza
  

  • no, they built a new elementary right next door to the old one 3 years ago
  • the old school is being rented by a church
• Michael Lopez

  • I went to school there like 20 years ago.
• Eliza
  

  • really? lol, which teachers did you have? A lot of them are still there
• Michael Lopez

  • Young and Spears
  • they were both young they might have gotten married by now.
• Eliza

  • Spears retired 2 years ago
• Michael Lopez

  • omg are you serious.
• Eliza

  • she was divorced I think
  • I don't know a Mrs. Young
• Michael Lopez

  • How old is she?
• Eliza

  • yeah, lol, she taught 2nd grade
  • I dunno...50s?
• Michael Lopez

  • Holy crap. She was kinda hot when I was there.
• Eliza

  • I didn't know her that well, she worked at the other building before I started traveling, so I only knew her from district-wide meetings
  • hahaha
  • ummm...yeah.
• Michael Lopez

  • Young got pregnant during my school year and took the whole year off, so if she didn't come back at all it wouldn't surprise me.
  • All year I had a sub named ms. Berry
  • and she was shaped like a berry.
  • lol, that is how I remember her name.
  • And the assistant principal openly chewed tobacco in his office.  That big block stuff with the star on it.  Like totally out of Bluto's mouth in a disney cartoon.
• Eliza

  • omg!
  • yeah, there used to be a policy that you couldn't teach while prego
• Michael Lopez

  • We had a computer room upstairs that was full of old mac's that only ran number munchers and took real floppy disks.
• Eliza

  • the computer lab was on the 2nd floor when it closed, probably the same room
• Michael Lopez

  • yeah probably, the assistant principals office may have been up there somewhere.
• Eliza

  • lol
• Michael Lopez

  • Our music teacher was Mr. Feablecorn or something like that.
• Eliza

  • hahaha
  • that's a funny name
• Michael Lopez

  • he was in his forties so I'm sure he is long gone.
• Eliza

  • all the electives teachers are relatively young
  • Mrs. Graham is maybe the only one you would have had...she teaches art
• Michael Lopez

  • Our gym teacher was raging butch lesbo.
• Eliza

  • lol
• Michael Lopez

  • And Jump Rope For Heart started while I went to school there.
• Eliza

  • we have 2 pe teachers now, a young guy that if I was single and he was single I'd totally crush on. And a woman who is this little bouncy, perky thing with a husband and 4 kids
• Michael Lopez

  • I remember this bigger kid fell on the bleachers, which were made of wood at the time, in the gym/cafeteria. He landed on his eye. I don't think he was able ever to see out of it again.
• Eliza

  • wow
  • they're still wood btw
• Michael Lopez

  • Music was in the basement. It was like a fall out shelter down there.
• Eliza

  • lol, yeah that basement is scary
  • black mold and brown recluse spiders...that's why it closed
  • it kept failing inspections
• Michael Lopez

  • I remember after you walk in and pass the gym you could keep walking into the "new" wing or turn right and head into the basement.
• Eliza

  • yup
  • and go down the ramp to the new wing
• Michael Lopez

  • Anyway there was a little nook there between the basement entrance and the ramp. Hurricane Andrew had just hit and we started collecting food and toiletries to ship down there. I remember that nook constantly being stuffed with shit. It was like they couldn't ship it out fast enough.
• Michael Lopez

  • Or I was little and everything seems bigger when you are little.
• Eliza

  • lol
• Michael Lopez

  • At the end of the new wing about twenty feet away there was a tornado siren. When that thing went off for drills it would shake the building. Also, we did fallout drills where we would huddle under our desk and wait to be vaporized
• Eliza

  • seriously? OMG

• Michael Lopez

  • I think that was the last building I ever did that in. The Cold war had been over for a while.
  • Yeah, that was my second and third grade.
• Eliza

  • I never did a fall out drill. That's crazy!
  • I'll have to find a yearbook....
  • we have archives
  • what year would that be...
• Michael Lopez

  • O I remember New Kids On The Block was just getting popular too. I didn't like them back then either.
• Eliza

  • let's see...you're 26?
• Michael Lopez

  • 27
• Michael Lopez

  • Well Hurricane Andrew was 92
• Eliza

  • okay, so 1992-93
• Michael Lopez

  • After 3rd grade I went back to Edwardsville
• Eliza

  • lol, I'll try to scan it and send it to you
  • Mrs. Young and Mrs. Spears
• Michael Lopez

  • That would be crazy. After my parents got divorced I lost everything. I don't have anything from really before middle school.
  • Yeah I thought spears was my 3rd grade teacher but I could be wrong.
  • so that should be 91-92 and 92-93
• Eliza

  • I'll check for you

Lunar Rover

The best opportunities are the ones taken with disastrous results.  To fail at such a level previously unacknowledged, to become so fetal.  Cleansing the proposed wrongs, only two discovered some don't want to right.  Loving those whom don't love you back, or do so such as urban gentrification; displacement.  A disconnect from the world in hopes to escape all others but your own and discovering why you logged on in the first place.  Some, such as myself, were put on this Earth in hopes of accomplishing dreams.  Yet nothing of this dream is owed, nor is it a reward.  Earnest is either running out of incorrect approaches or tiring the opponent of his challenges.  There is no honor in this as some have received none.  So left are we, forever to roam the planet, and one day others, in search of what is not owed or deserved but delivered through unmatched persistence to quench, without remorse.  Those challengers, them; are left only to wonder how on Earth, and one day others, are left free, for their Rome destroys.

You're No Jack Kennedy

So the purpose of this blog is to discuss why I never have a camera with me.  I have gotten strange looks about this as I am a professional filmmaker/photographer.  Why not perpetuate what I love in my own life?  Why not capture the few memories that I am able to make for myself? 

Really the only reason I ever have a camera in my hand is because I am getting paid to have it there.  Now along with that comes the responsibility to edit the piece in to the memory or story that is desired from the client.  Editing is always a responsibility, even if it is your own memories.  This issue with this is that we have plenty of paid work that needs yet to be accomplished.  As such it makes no sense to work on my personal memories when there are paying customers waiting patiently on theirs'.

Now this is where the Jack Kennedy quote comes in; I just don't feel like stopping to take a picture of my own life while I am living it.  When I am out and about with the little time that I can summons, I want to envelope myself in that moment and not worrying about whether I will remember it later or not.  If someone else were present with a camera I am definitly not going to tell them to leave me alone.  If they want to take a picture than that is just fine with me.  But if you  look at the image of Mr. Kennedy above (or any picture for that matter), he doesn't seem to be to concerned with pictures.  In my opinion he appears to be too wrapped up in what he is doing:  Having fun.  That my friends, is the only way to enjoy life.  You need pictures?  Hire somebody.

Death

Today we are here to celebrate the life of Elva Zamora.  One thing that I would like to discuss today is carrying life to death can be a long road and I think that we can all appreciate that.  However, there are far worse things in life than death and joys that can never really be explained in the human tongue.

Born moment before the poorest time in America; when bread lines were a thing of the future and jobs were a thing of the past.  During her tween years, before they were called as such, the world was changed by a war that involved everyone and sparred little life for the pursuit of happiness and freedom.  And what is funny now, is that because of these life events, for as long as I can remember my grandmother always had a jar of leftover grease from cooking.  Even though there was always a bucket of Crisco just waiting to be used.

As a registered nurse she began a career of saving lives and traveling the country while slowing growing a family in tow.  It is this generation, my mother's generation, that really begins this story for me.  And I must say having a trained nurse as a mother because some of the things that these wild kids accomplished was totally unacceptable.

And there was the day that the gun jammed, thereby prolonging today's events and leaving room for knives in the future.

Grandchildren came along and what a joy that must have been.  Although of you could have clearly waited, or picked a better partner, nonetheless here we are all. In a room together, somewhat scary really.

She even had the chance to meet some great grandchildren.  And so through times of war both abroad and in the home, nursing, motherhood, tornadoes, guns, high school graduations, college graduations, successful military careers (others just beginning), becoming comfortable in your own skin, all of us here are proof positive that through tragedy, the impression left upon all of us by her can still bring about joy.  Through the first football games, the first night sleeping in a car, Thanksgivings and beans for the rest.  Through all the shit that is life it is clearly easy to see that there are much worse things to suffer through than death.

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All is not lost

The men from OK GO have done it again.  This video though not as challenging as the Rube's video, from a cameraman's perspective, it definitely requires the talent to be on there A game.  Hope you enjoy.