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[Sep. 6th, 2008|01:07 pm] |
Dokumentation
Regie: Robert Greenwald
USA
2005
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| Trevor Brown |
[Sep. 6th, 2008|10:18 am] |
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| We'll start simple... |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|11:08 am] |
Been pondering exactly how to put the Burning Man experience into words for my delightful bloggy fishies to eat up. I kind of have no fucking clue. Instead, I'll start with moments. Pieces. As to be more easily digested and to be more easily recalled. Some of these posts will be friends locked, others won't. Still other memories I will keep to myself.
The first was actually one of the last experiences of the whole thing. The Temple burn. Now, for those of you who don't know, the temple is a wooden structure that burns on the last day. People write on it, leave shrines, memorials, bits of pain and displeasure. I wrote about my mother, and I left a few things there as well with intention.
The night of the Temple burn was cold. Really cold. I wasn't prepared for it. (I was prepared for cold but this was getting downright icy very suddenly). There had been dust storms all day, and I really didn't get to do much as we were packing up our camp.
Anyway, I was with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) star_flutter_by, clockworksidhe, and soultripper (the latter being my tent mate and car mate for most of the adventure). I wanted to take some pictures of the Temple before the burn. They moved on as I snapped my shots. Lo and behold I lost them. Looked around for a bit but it was dark and dusty. Eventually sat down. Due to exhaustion (didn't sleep but 3 hours that night, and few hours overall), cold, and meditative trance I was sort of curling into a ball. Out of nowhere this couple from San Fran grab me. She's strikingly beautiful and he's not so bad himself. They were both in faux fur coats. They held me close, kept me warm, and I did so for them. Then they helped me back to center camp (as I couldn't see a damn thing and didn't have my goggles on me because I am stupid). I gave them both origami cranes. ^_^*
In all that was the most human/humane moment I think I've ever encountered in my life. Just three people keeping each other warm and watching the temple burn.
About that. I have never felt lighter. I've never felt quite as free as I do now. We'll see how it goes from here. As soon as the structure had fallen another dust storm came up and chased us all fleeing back elsewhere. It was kind of amusing in that sense. |
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| Ich warte |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|11:18 am] |
 
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[Sep. 5th, 2008|09:20 am] |
Duisburg - Bruckhausen
Bruckhausen ist ein Duisburger Stadtteil im Stadtbezirk Meiderich/Beeck. Er gehörte früher zum Stadtkreis Hamborn, der 1929 mit dem Stadtkreis Duisburg vereinigt wurde.
Als die ersten Gastarbeiter kamen, um in den Hochöfen und Stahlmaschinerien zu arbeiten, ließen sie sich in der Nähe des Thyssen-Kokerei-Geländes nieder. Später folgten die Familien der Immigranten und so entstand nach und nach eine richtige „ausländische“ Gemeinde. Es leben überwiegend Bürger türkischer Herkunft in dem sozialschwachen Gebiet nebst Bewohnern anderer ethnischer Herkunft. Mit einem Ausländeranteil von über 50 % stellt Bruckhausen einen der ersten Stadtteile dar, in dem Deutsche zur Minderheit geworden sind. Daher dient der Stadtteil als Modell für Wissenschaftler, die die Entwicklung ethnisch-kultureller Konflikte untersuchen.
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|05:35 pm] |
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| | Bohren & der Club of Gore - Crimson Ways | Scrobbled by Last.fm | ] |
I just woke up about 40 minutes ago, I hate this feeling, I hate knowing I have slept the sunshine away. I want my "normal" sleep schedule back, and I want sleep to come to come easy for me once again. Is seems that here lately that the only way I can get to sleep is if I just pass out from being awake for so long, I then end up sleeping through the day. I feel worthless because out of all the things I have worked on within myself this is the most important thing I have yet to "fix". I've been suggested Ambien several times, but I want to do this naturally. I have a very addictive personality as much as I hate to admit it. The last thing I need is something I could end up being dependent on, and I have enough vices as it stands. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|12:08 pm] |
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I've just been to the doctors, they've told me to stop the Sertraline now because it could increase risks. So I'm going cold turkey. I haven't been without anti-depressants for 3 years now, and anyone who says they're a placebo is a liar.
I should know. It's not going to be easy being off meds, I know it isn't but if it has to be done, it has to be done.
Granted I'm worried about if authorities poke their noses in, saying I can't be a mum because of having mental illnesses. I think the baby will only make me better, and them 'problems' of mine more easy to manage because I wont be thinking about them all the time.
Another anxiety is about my problems being hereditary, I've always been skeptical about this but I was diagnosed with ADD (attention deficit disorder) as a kid. If ADD is real and not just a myth then will it be passed down? I've never truly understood the meaning of ADD. I know myself and know that if I need to concentrate on something then it must grab my attention and completely enthrall me, fascinate me and, wanting a better word, stimulate me. If something more interesting distracts me then you've lost me. Is that it? Is that what ADD is meant to be?
Not to blow me own trumpet or out but I don't think I'm short of intelligence. Aside from the ADD is erm ... the depression, something I know I've suffered from for as long as I can remember, even as a child. I dont want a depressed child.
I may come across really self absorbed here but it's real things that I'm thinking about, I've got to be realistic, however paranoid it looks. |
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| Yaaaaaaaaaaay |
[Sep. 4th, 2008|07:25 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| | clayton talking to me :) | ] |
TESSA GOT A NEW JOB!
Working in the corporate office for a travel agent.
YAY!
But.
It's in Bondi Junction. Boo. Hiss.
But it's good pay.
YAY!
And I have to wear like businessy type clothes. Sucky.
But!
Travel industry!
And! My bosses name is George, and he's Greek. Which mean's he'd like anal. So, I guess... It'd kinda be like working with bumhead, except bumhead isn't Greek. And my boss is bald and ugly. So it probably would be nothing like working with bumhead.
But anyways.
Yay.
I start on Monday.
Boo for commuting! |
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| omg onoz |
[Sep. 3rd, 2008|11:58 pm] |
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Kelley has been murdered by her internet boyfriend.
(Just kidding. I'm in Maine, we have the internet now, but I just haven't had the motivation to post! Soon!) |
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| Zozobra/ Old Man Gloom |
[Sep. 3rd, 2008|11:13 am] |
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| | Bye Bye Birdie (soundtrack) "Put On A Happy Face" | ] |
In 1924, before Burning Man but after the Wicker Man, a man named Will Shuster started a festival in Santa Fe to kick off the festival season.
Tomorrow night (Thursday, September 4) is the 84th annual burning of Zozobra, a grotesque 50 foot tall marionette also known as "Old Man Gloom". If you and I were in Santa Fe, we could follow the luminarias out of town, a frito pie in our hand and mezcal already in our stomach, and we could stand around the huge bonfire and be amazed at the spectacle: music, dancing, and art everywhere we could look. We would write our personal tales of woe on a piece of paper and drop it into the Gloom Box. At dusk, we would be edified that our problems would disappear into the orange ashes trailing up into the night sky.
Check out:
http://laughingsquid.com/the-83rd-annual-burning-of-zozobra
http://www.zozobra.com/
http://www.zozobra.com/history.html
http://www.jetsettersmagazine.com/archive/jetezine/fests/zozobra/zozobra.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zozobra
http://lcweb2.loc.gov/diglib/legacies/NM/200003356.html
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| To Burn... |
[Sep. 3rd, 2008|10:50 am] |
I survived my week in the desert. I'm a great deal stronger for it. I'll post more later when I get my head more together about it all. Overall it was such an intense and strange experience. I'll be going again next year, perhaps dragging along spaglet.
Among other things I spun fire for the first time. It was amazing though I did manage to light myself on fire twice, just a little.
Other than that, I healed. I let go of a lot of things that needed to become ash. I'm done with a great deal of the old junk in my head. |
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| Happy Birthday |
[Sep. 2nd, 2008|05:56 pm] |
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It's Andy's birthday today, how can anyone think I'll forget? All day I've been fully aware as I still love Andy lots and lots so it's hardly likely I'll forget his birthday.
Anonymous comments are really fucking brave. Next time, sign your fucking name, you crazy fool.
Happy Birthday Andy, Strawberry Elephants x x x |
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