Let it be.
Alive On Planet Earth turned 4 today! On June 23rd 2014 it’ll be a total of 6 years since I started blogging (previous blog).
Having had to “say goodbye” to my entire £4000 camera rig in California last October the blog has been a little thin on pictures, but I’ll sort that out soon after the next Euromillions.
I continue to bump into good friends that I haven’t seen for years who tell me they read what I write- which is nice. It’s also nice to post something and get a reply from the other side of the world within 5 minutes, from someone I’ve never met.
So yeah, thanks for reading- I’ll do my best to make it worth it.
"The most common ego identifications have to do with possessions, the work you do, social status and recognition, knowledge and education, physical appearance, special abilities, relationships, personal and family history, belief systems and often also political nationalistic racial religious and other collective identifications. None of these is you. Do you find this frightening? Or is it a relief to know this? All of these things you will have to relinquish sooner or later, perhaps you find it as yet hard to believe and I’m certainly not asking you to believe that your identity cannot be found in any of those things, you will know the truth of it for yourself. You will know it, at the latest, when you feel death approaching. Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to die before you die, and find that there is no death." Ekhart Tolle, The Power of Now
"It is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream. When you have a nightmare, you will wake up and tell yourself that it was only a dream. It is said that the world we live in is not a bit different from this."
"I get so…"
"…tired of these humans"
"I know what you mean"
Is this the most lazy half-arsed e-mail scam ever attempted?
Today I wrote with a fountain pen for the first time in 14 years. For some reason I thought a traditional process might make it easier to say something important. It wasn’t. Strange that after all this time, the physical act of writing with a delicate nib was easy. More surprising was how hard it was to think. Only messy scattered rough rambling rubbish came to paper.
This is a person born before, then coming of age during The Great Analogue/Digital Transition (which in time it will come to be known). I used to think, compose, then commit on-the-fly to paper- accurate and concise. Now I can’t do that. Now I need to review, rethink, recompose, re-evaluate, observe, then re-think and re-evaluate, as if a quiet calm has left my mind.
I can realise the difference. I wonder how children born today will grow to be the adults of tomorrow.
How do you spot an American in a hostel? On face value, it would seem this task is comparable to spotting a drunk person in a pub- not as simple as it may initially appear. However, after a few minutes it’s clear this is an appropriate analogy. The standard American in a hostel, like the drunk in a pub is invariably the loudest in a 15 metre radius, will most likely be wearing some kind of subtle as a Cambodian carpet-bombing Stars and Stripes t-shirt, and will without fail at one point in the evening- unnecessarily apologise for being what they are.
The insomnia is pretty bad at the moment. This is the kind of rubbish that stops me sleeping. Neither exercise, alcohol, reiki, anti-histamines, hypnotics, grounding sheets, lorazepam, probiotics or magnesium oil have provided any significant benefit. I get 90 minutes, 2 hours tops. The only thing that seems to help is after several hours of laying awake with non-sense blathering through my head- to just get out of bed and go and do something else, to later wait till I’m actually about to fall asleep on the spot before I even consider trying to make a go of it again.
Of course, the best thing to do is to just try not to worry about it- which is pretty much on a par with telling an anorexic to ‘just eat something’. If you’re suffering I feel for you. Sleeplessness and depression are inseparable, part of a vicious cycle and serious problems that are becoming increasingly widespread.
I try my very best to maintain a universally positive tone, but, that’s not what my life is like, and it’s a lie to try and believe we should all be happy all the time, just like it’s a lie to believe that all that happens in the world is murder, war, death and destruction. These utopian and dystopian attitudes lead to misery in equal measure.
Is that your pokerface or the Haloperidol?
No limit Texas Hold ‘Em in a lunatic asylum.
Today is Martin Luther King Jr day. I’m reminded of this picture I shot in Harlem in 2011.
I’ve written about fracking before here and here. Today French oil company Total buys £28.5 million licences to drill for shale gas in England. Fracking became illegal in France in 2011. Fracking became illegal in France. Yep. Should I write it again? We are going to have a company coming to the country to do something that is illegal where they come from…Why is fracking illegal in France? Why would that be? Why is it banned in Germany?
"According to available studies on its environmental relevance, the fracking technology in unconventional natural gas production - particularly in shale gas production - is a technology with enormous potential risks. The effects on humans, nature and the environment are scientifically not yet sufficiently clarified. Drinking water and health have absolute priority for us." (Extract from the German coalition government contract)
Nice to know the government in their country isn’t absolutely insane.
Maybe we need Australian (Cuadrilla) and French companies to drill in our country, maybe we don’t have any engineers with the stupidity to do it ourselves. Forgive me if I sound xenophobic, that’s not my intention at all, I just can’t understand it. Can’t understand why people are surprised that their energy bills are getting higher and higher and higher when four of the UK’s big six energy companies are owned by foreign companies and there’s been a 420% increase in energy import between 2004-2010. That people are dying because they can’t afford to keep their houses warm in a first world country with a moderate climate.
Arguably a bigger and a more serious threat to the human race than the oil crisis, is the water crisis on this planet. England has decided to use an oil company to destroy its water supply…
This article hit a nerve, in the sense that Sara reminds me of when I felt like my life was ‘quieter’. In a global age of ultra-connectivity and spiritual crisis, this is worth reading.
On a tour of photographic exhibitions in Berlin in the winter of 2012 I had the pleasure of visiting Adam Magyar’s retrospective at Ungarisches Kulturinstitut. This was a ‘rare as rocking-horse shit’ experience whereby I randomly go to check something out expecting nothing, then exit, dragging my chin along the pavement forgetting it’s supposed to be attached to the rest of my face.
And I never really told anybody about it…
I walked round the exhibition trying to figure it all out (as photographers tend to do at photography exhibitions) and I thought I had. In beginning to try and comprehend how it was all done later I found myself to be completely wrong and absolutely convinced that I had seen something I’ve never seen before and never will again in my lifetime.
Adam’s work is really special. Speaking as a photographer, it’s extraordinarily rare that you get to see something ‘unique’, indeed, the very word has to be used with caution these days at risk of framing yourself as an idiot in earshot of non-practicing artistic intellectual types wearing their thick black glasses.
There are conventions that lens-based artists cannot avoid but Adam has, using ground-breaking custom-built technology as so very few technical people are able- to realise a unique photographic vision.