Showing posts with label interests. Show all posts
Showing posts with label interests. Show all posts

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Abandoned

This is my hobby. For better or for worse I gas up my vehicle and drive the open road going, OOoo!! At this moment I slam on the breaks, whip out my camera and get to work.

When this happens photos like the this one are created with my camera.

An abandoned farm structure lies, well... abandoned. :/

I liked the photo in black and white... it just seemed fitting.

I can't tell you how fun this is for me. There's something about these structures that speaks to me. It's like I can feel the energy flowing from these structures. Like they were once the pride and joy of a family and were taken care of and nurtured as precious necessities. Most of the things we hold dear in life are like this; merely material and are destined for abandonment. Don't believe me? Go to your local Gamers and ask for an original 1985 Nintendo. Betcha they'll dig one out of an old box full of video game guts and dust it off and kindly ask you for $20 so you can take t home.

Amazing how everything material we have is destined for decay just like this old barn. The only things we should hold onto are each other.

That's my two cents. What do you think? Feel free to comment on the photo itself as I'm trying to improve my photography skills. Don't be afraid to be mean, I have a tough outer shell.


Friday, October 26, 2012

Red


Red

What becomes
Of the color red?
A fiery passion,
No one can contain.
Does it yearn to be
Something it’s not?
A purplish hue
Or a yellowy hot?
Does it desire to be green?
As the wind kissed fields,
In the months of spring?
Or transition,
To an aqua marine.
The teal
Of the ocean’s pristine?
Jet black at night,
Not wanting to be seen.
Or does it simply fade?
Like night into day.
Losing its luster,
Marching endlessly,
Towards dull grey?



Selection from The Satchel of Dreams. Available on Amazon!
J.a. Wine

Monday, June 18, 2012

The Narcissistic Poet: Must Every Poem be about your Crappy Love life?



"Poetry is Narcissism."  
-- Loose Quote 


A friend of mine said that, and I'm misquoting a bit but it's pretty close.  When you read most poetry out there do you ever ask... "I wonder what the poet was thinking about when he/she wrote this?"  Consider the selection below.  
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I Love You

I see her in the distance
A place afar off
Her beauty ever present
Her skin so soft
My heart begins to race
With the passage of time
As I behold her grace
And wish she were mine
My lips are sealed
My legs grow weak
Only my mind
Is brave enough to speak

I Love you.

She grows closer
A place so near
She fills my heart
And soul with cheer
She is close now
A place so nigh
I could reach and touch her
Though I dare not try
So I whisper the words
With a weak voice of fear
A sound so low
Nobody could hear

I Love you…

She is past me now
A place far away
My mind goes numb
My heart led astray
She secretly killed me
When she walked away
She secretly killed me
And she didn’t even see
It’s a price I pay
As I stand all alone
For daring to say
Words not condoned.

I Love you…

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As embarrassing as it is to admit I wrote that in high school (circa 2001) what was I thinking?  Well I was head over heels in love with this girl (Name concealed to protect the innocent).  I couldn't get her out of my head, I would think about her all day every day.  When she passed by my heart skipped blah blah blah all that love stuff.

She inspired me to write poem after poem, most of which was lost because I didn't care as much about poetry as I do now.  

"Who gives a F*** about your love life?"
-- Loose Quote

Good question...

I'm quoting my friend again but why should the reader care if you're hurt, or if you have an intense love for somebody?  Why should the reader care that you asked your high school crush out and she mercilessly shot you down with a chain gun?

Should others care, and why?  Must every poem be about your crappy love life?

Saturday, June 9, 2012

NBA or WNBA? (Not Another Sexist blog post)

When I say NBA multiple names come to mind: 
Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, Dennis Rodman, Scottie Pippen, David Robinson, Isaiah Thomas, and my personal favorite Reggie Miller.  

I can go on and on and rattle off the names of greats that have come and gone through the National Basketball Association more commonly referred to as the NBA.  There are so many legends in this sport alone that it can make a sports enthusiast giddy with excitement just thinking about the flashy dunks, beautiful passes and clutch 3-pointers from down town.  

Rebecca Lobo taking it to the hoop
Now I know what you're thinking... you're thinking I'm going to say that I can't name a single WNBA player worth their salt and you'd be wrong!  Completely wrong.  

Ladies, a shout out to you... some of you can ball.  Like seriously ball with the skill and precision of any of the greats I mentioned previously.  Greats like Diana Turasi, Rebecca Lobo, and Cynthia Cooper are just some of the stars in the WNBA that could most likely take good old MJ to school (Those names were non-google aided by the way).  Actually I wouldn't mind seeing the ladies go toe to toe with the guys in a good game of one on one.  

Reggie Miller, most likely taking a 3-pointer
from another area code.  Of course he'll make it...
he always does
You know... Pandora had a box a lot like this but I'm going to open it anyway.  I want to know what would happen if the NBA and the WNBA were integrated?  Yes you heard me, have both women and men on the same court side by side, teammates.  Sounds crazy?  Perhaps...

Ok, so the differences between women and men are obviously huge just in the way they're built alone.  And I can hear you saying it now.  "But Josh!  Women aren't as physically built as the men, they'd get hurt playing with them."  Or some might take this angle "Josh you're crazy it would never work, nobody would go for that... just leave things alone."  

Nate Robinson (left) at 5'9" next to
Shaquille O'Neal (right) 7'1"
I ask why can't it work?  If it's an issue of the physical differences there are small guys all over the league.  Need I bring up Mr. Nate Robinson?  For those of you who don't follow basketball, Nate Robinson currently plays for the New York Knicks.  What's so unique about Nate?  Well he's one of the shortest players in the league standing just 5'9" and weighing in at 180 lbs.  For reference, I also happen to be 5'9" (ok more like 5' 8.5"... I'm not ashamed) and weigh just 145 lbs.  

Don't feel sorry for Nate though, he's a formidable force on the basketball court averaging 11.2 points per game (ppg) and 4.5 assists per game (APG).  Hardly helpless if you ask me.  There have been other such examples like Spud Webb, most famous for his work on the Atlanta Hawks stood a tiny 5'7" and who could forget tiny little Muggsy Bogues?  Best remembered for his role on the Charlotte Hornets (Currently the New Orleans Hornets)  Standing at just 5'3" tall!  These pint sized ballers have (And had) great careers despite their physical limitations.  

So why bother doing this? Well for one I think it would add the "history" factor that I believe WNBA lacks in it's brief 15 year history, it would also give exposure to some of the league's brightest stars.  But that's just my opinion...

I want to know what you think.. so here are the questions:

Do you think the WNBA and the NBA should be integrated?  Why or why not?  

Are you really a Hockey fan and not care about basketball?  

Why does everything rotate counterclockwise?!  (Seriously it does, try flushing your toilet and watch which way the water flows)


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