Friday, December 29, 2006

Today I stayed out of the Queens house from 7:15am until 1:10am. Shot 200+ photos and took two roundtrips on the S.I. ferry. Tomorrow, I aim to do the same but will fly around Long Island in a single engine plane.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

awake,

going to take pictures.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

48 hours of College Point culinary delights

  • freshly baked brownies and whole milk
  • L.E.S. jelly grahams, more whole milk
  • artifically flavored "salt and vinegar" potato chips with Path Mark diet black cherry soda

gaining one pound per day.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

It's the winter solstice.

The amount of daylight starts increasing tomorrow, yet the cold is still to come.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Still thinking.

But whatever creative energy I have left in the year is being spent on Flickr. How often am I captivated by a combination of new technology and something I love to do. Not often.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Three Dead in What Cheer

Friday, December 15, 2006

!!!!

Saturday, December 09, 2006

...

Still more prairie XCan on Flickr. Images on Flickr are making me want to move to the Maritimes, particularly Saint John, New Brunswick. Desolate beauty, industrial beauty, and desolation. Nothing else but cold and a tiny arts scene. More lonely than here. Not sure why I like it but I love it.

Friday, December 08, 2006

KAROSHI

NOTE: This post contains whining.

Had one of my famous Fridays where I fall asleep at 7pm, exhausted. This has not happened as much as it did when I was a traveling salesman, but it still happens. I also tore something in my back while sneezing and cannot sit up or stand straight.

I notice that I can lie to myself and keep my brain working indefinitely. Usually I sound like a psycho and scare everyone around me, but the quality of work done never suffers. When my body starts to fall apart, then I worry. I start to think that I should not be doing this to myself.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Flickr 1, SAD Season 0

Stare at work laptop all day, stare at iBook all night. It's the only way to get enough light.

More new XCAN photos at http://www.flickr.com/photos/rob-bellinger/

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

XCAN continued!

Third set is up on Flickr.

I have to say that this trip was the most anticipated, best-planned, and priciest one I've ever made. Too bad it can't be repeated. But there are still other places one can go.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Flicktastic: XCAN: THREE HOURS IN KAMLOOPS

I'm putting a few unedited photos a night up on Flickr. Tonight, I started on XCAN, the giant roadtrip Meade and I took this summer (see blog archives, late June into July).

I really dig the THREE HOURS IN KAMLOOPS set I just put up. It turned out that we were in that city for exactly 3 hours, on June 24th of this year, and we had a blast just blending in. Check it out...


Info on Kamloops.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

A Davis Square Saturday worth writing about

1. Most productive trip to CD Spins ever.
  • Alligator Records 20th Anniversary Set
  • Alligator Records 25th Anniversary Set
  • Prince, Musicology
  • Maceo Parker, Funk Overload
  • The S.O.S. Band, Too. This early 80s Atlanta band is where Maceo's present, earth-leveling guitarist, Bruno Speight, got his start.
All this for $52! I'm afraid to admit how much inspiration might come from these discs.

2. WTF is with "alternative country" Thursdays at Redbones? We already know how much hipstered out country music makes me sick, but at Redbones? Redbones was once a blues club, in the 80s and early 90s. It is still a barbecue joint. Its innards are plastered with images of Southern blues greats.

It seems a travesty to turn it into an "alt-country" venue when it could be hosting blues again. Maybe we'll be pleasantly surprised. At any rate, it's nice to have yet another venue around here.

3. Making good on my hatred of "alt-country," I saw New Enland's only non-alt (double negative?) western swing band at Johnny D's. The Spurs packed the place, and I've never seen a crowd have so much genuine, un-forced fun. I had gone to witness Jerry Miller's disgustingly sick guitar playing, but four other dudes' studious heads blocked my view. There were dozens of old people, young folk from the BOS music scene, and what appeared to be a very drunk, ass-shakin' bachelorette party. The Spurs rocked all. Seeing these six dudes meld their incredible talents together made me want to run home and play my fingertips off. Their New Year's show at the Plough and Stars should be awesome.

Blogger comment notification fun

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Sun, Dec 3, 2006 at 5:08 PM
To: rbellinger@XXX.com
Hi, I found these photos by Googling "college point factory town." I didn't think I would find anything but did. I'm surprised. Obviously, like you, I've spent some time in the neighborhood, too.

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Wa$te

Just spent $90 on model planes for myself!




Gee, what's with the compulsive purchasing?

Saturday, December 02, 2006

#11

I picked up one of my 10 guitars on Thursday and discovered that I could still play it amply well. Time to start finding new knowledge and layering it onto the old.

What coincidence, then, that this 1960s, Italian-made Galanti Guitar should appear on eBay in my favorite color scheme. I already own one in these colors, but I think I'm going to have to waste some money on this thing. I bet it'll go for around $500.

I still owe myself an electronic drum kit.

Friday, December 01, 2006

The Perils of Being A Smart Kid (Relationships of Command)

Written in a pressurized tube on a Sunday afternoon a few weeks ago
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Smart people run the world. They also have bizarre inferiority complexes and an unstoppable, not-so-hidden need to differentiate themselves from everyone around them by appearing better in some, if not all, ways. In a world of dumb people, smart people think they need to continually outrun everyone around them in order to continue existing.

That's just stupid. Who are you, and who do you become, if you only define yourself as better, smarter, or faster than average? If your life is defined by praise from those you choose to obey?

If you subscribe selectively but exclusively to externally manufactured qualifications for "achievement," you must fall between these extremes:

a)happy, successful, anesthetized, unconscious worker bee
b)miserable, hardworking, conscious individual, who needs to obtain some self-made goals FAST

Right at the midpoint of a and b is the person I call a hack, he or she who knows better but decides to plug away within the system. Ninety-plus percent of Americans may be hacks.

I can't see beyond point b yet.
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After a few uncomfortable-making encounters with some other 20-somethings, I felt a creeping sense that this issue of Achievement Beyond Boundaries was still silently affecting me. One friend spoke of being "addicted to achievement." Another wrote the following string of quotes in a much bigger, better quote that I don't want to replicate here:

"a real problem with needing not only acceptance but praise...not good enough for me to be pleased with the job I've done; I want others to recognize it too...unhealthy to put so much stock in what others think...has always underlined my work in school and in my job."


Um, it sort of sounds like schooling has gotten in the way of our educations. We graft the praise structure we learned in elementary school onto the corporate framework and wait for someone to tell us that we're better than everyone else. Often, we work very hard and conspicuously towards gaining that specific reward. I now realize that this is incredibly immature. It negates or destroys one's critical and artistic abilities; it is fantastically dehumanizing.

Along the lines of dehumanization, blind ambition (inferiority complex) leaves the door wide open for exploitation. A manager who's spent a career hiring dozens of doe-eyed, self-enslaving, overeducated, underpaid, and mentally underdeveloped smart kids knows full well what she or he can inflict upon and expect from another falsely meek praise-seeker.

All this is to say that I am no longer satisfied with the praise system, though some may be. Praise addiction could be a generational thing (we are each a special snowflake), or it could simply be the mark of masochism.

You might be sick of struggling toward the carrot dangling in front of your eyes in search of praise for your struggling. I am. Let's stop being smart kids and become the intelligent, creative adults we deserve to be.

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Something cool from the LA of the South

Via the STEP listserv, here's a great website and a great plan for the proposed Atlanta Beltline. Public transit is the future of America.