4.28.2006
i so love sailing! ya ya i should go to university instead of travelling around for more then half of the month, but what can i say, they are wrong.
attending lectures is the most useless thing ever. like smarten up! they invented BOOKS.
so off i go again because it's the only way i'm gonna learning anything down here.
and i'll come back with a whole new experience on sailing (yes that's for you cap'n) ...
so fuckin tired but hey it's tradition! you leave early in the morning so you are FORCED to party all night the night before and do an afterhour till dusk when the train leaves. so much time to sleep on the train anyway, right?
except we used to leave at 5am, but this time they thought well of postponing it 'till 9am... great... and my girl started feeling sick during the party and went home at 4 or something and the only thing i had left was eating a pack of pasta with my roommate. or drinking wodka but we thought pasta was healthier...
then i watched prison break and if you still don't know about it go check it out on FOX. D'WE UN'ERSTAN' EACH OTHER?
8am now, waiting for the clock to work its way... i fuckin hate time. it's the stupidest invention ever!
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attending lectures is the most useless thing ever. like smarten up! they invented BOOKS.
so off i go again because it's the only way i'm gonna learning anything down here.
and i'll come back with a whole new experience on sailing (yes that's for you cap'n) ...
so fuckin tired but hey it's tradition! you leave early in the morning so you are FORCED to party all night the night before and do an afterhour till dusk when the train leaves. so much time to sleep on the train anyway, right?
except we used to leave at 5am, but this time they thought well of postponing it 'till 9am... great... and my girl started feeling sick during the party and went home at 4 or something and the only thing i had left was eating a pack of pasta with my roommate. or drinking wodka but we thought pasta was healthier...
then i watched prison break and if you still don't know about it go check it out on FOX. D'WE UN'ERSTAN' EACH OTHER?
8am now, waiting for the clock to work its way... i fuckin hate time. it's the stupidest invention ever!
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4.26.2006
olivier last night back from irish pub told me -man you should have kissed her!
i said -why i don't like her... and he replied -you don't care. she's a girl.
his other theory is that -you don't care of girls
YA RIGHT YOU STUPID HOLE MAYBE WHEN I WAS 8!!
yesterday i started eating healthy because i don't want my mum to tell me how bad i eat when she will see me next month and all i got is a pain right in the middle of the oesophagus like when you eat bread and it stucks there but when it's bred the pain goes away with some water...
yesterday i also learned that the trick to get the night bus on time from the pub is to go away without saying anything to anybody.
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4.24.2006
dedicated to me
today i like myself
ps: some time ago i published a how-to-become-a-blogstar guide. on my old blog. i started following my advices and in a week or so i passed from an average of 10 to an average of 70 hits per day. i was all like I SO ROCK!!! and i received positive comments by two blogstars. then my friends started insulting me so i don't know if it would have actually worked on the long period because they got so angry i had to shut the blog down. ya i said it a thousand times i know but what the hell. no?
WHERE'S MY SUUUUNNN???????
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today i like myself
ps: some time ago i published a how-to-become-a-blogstar guide. on my old blog. i started following my advices and in a week or so i passed from an average of 10 to an average of 70 hits per day. i was all like I SO ROCK!!! and i received positive comments by two blogstars. then my friends started insulting me so i don't know if it would have actually worked on the long period because they got so angry i had to shut the blog down. ya i said it a thousand times i know but what the hell. no?
WHERE'S MY SUUUUNNN???????
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4.23.2006
to aiRah
i had just finished watching prison break when i decided to watch another episode. for some reason after this second episode i looked at my blog more carefully, especially at the comments. my god you commented every single post, even the most meaningless, and made it so interesting! you are a blogging goddess!
i can't reply to all of your comments, i mean, of course i could, but i think they are so many that a dedicated post would be more appropriate.
as for the photography post, yes i took those pictures, and no i'm not a professional photographer. i do it because i find something in it. people like apple pies, other people like photography i guess... i shoot when i have free time, when the weather inspires me or simply when i feel like. i've never taken any course, i learnt all by myself and that post is nothing but my very own experience. but anyway i'm so glad you like my pictures!
then there is this quite messy post and well those two people are the (now ex !!!) italian prime minister (the big face and the one sitting) and the anchorman of a TV political program. just don't get fooled by the perspective the picture was taken, hthe prime minister wasn't hitting the guy on the face, it was more of a (friendly) pat.
then there is this boy/girl game i talked about in a couple of posts... well it's not exactly how things work here in the west, but basically what happens is that i try to get a girl's attention, or the girls tries to get mine. and this is a whole game by itself because the very first contact you make with a person will influence the image this person will have in the future about you. and it's not just like you go there and start talking to her, you gotta be smart...
once this is done it's not the end though. as i said, there are a thousand doors out. you start to see each other and at the same time you have to look interesting to her and you have to understand if you really like her or not. i like to consider it a game, but i consider a lot of things a game, starting by life in itself. it's just funnier
and that revenge thing is not really a revenge. the point is that if i show that i'm ready for her whenever she is willing to see me she will have a bad impression of me, and i'm not her dog anyway. plus it's always good to be desired.
btw, she's off.
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i had just finished watching prison break when i decided to watch another episode. for some reason after this second episode i looked at my blog more carefully, especially at the comments. my god you commented every single post, even the most meaningless, and made it so interesting! you are a blogging goddess!
i can't reply to all of your comments, i mean, of course i could, but i think they are so many that a dedicated post would be more appropriate.
as for the photography post, yes i took those pictures, and no i'm not a professional photographer. i do it because i find something in it. people like apple pies, other people like photography i guess... i shoot when i have free time, when the weather inspires me or simply when i feel like. i've never taken any course, i learnt all by myself and that post is nothing but my very own experience. but anyway i'm so glad you like my pictures!
then there is this quite messy post and well those two people are the (now ex !!!) italian prime minister (the big face and the one sitting) and the anchorman of a TV political program. just don't get fooled by the perspective the picture was taken, hthe prime minister wasn't hitting the guy on the face, it was more of a (friendly) pat.
then there is this boy/girl game i talked about in a couple of posts... well it's not exactly how things work here in the west, but basically what happens is that i try to get a girl's attention, or the girls tries to get mine. and this is a whole game by itself because the very first contact you make with a person will influence the image this person will have in the future about you. and it's not just like you go there and start talking to her, you gotta be smart...
once this is done it's not the end though. as i said, there are a thousand doors out. you start to see each other and at the same time you have to look interesting to her and you have to understand if you really like her or not. i like to consider it a game, but i consider a lot of things a game, starting by life in itself. it's just funnier
and that revenge thing is not really a revenge. the point is that if i show that i'm ready for her whenever she is willing to see me she will have a bad impression of me, and i'm not her dog anyway. plus it's always good to be desired.
btw, she's off.
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better smart then warm. chances are you'll get warm later...
and again due to my chronic improductivity i'll miss a beautiful day at the beach. i'll try to go running later but everything depends on some factors out of my control including how many hours it will take to luigi pizza to bring me my pizza, when my parents will decide to call me, if i will feel like making a couple of phone calls that i should have made two weeks ago, if my brain will decide that it's maybe a good idea to concentrate.
as for now i'm just trying to recover from the first hangover of my life caused by one and only one drink. or maybe i should start drinking water and eating vegetables.
because the hangover is nothing more then that. you drink, your brain receives less oxygen due to alcohol and you feel weird (or funny). but at the same time your body looses water and vitamins which you are supposed to reintegrate the day after.
i think i'll watch prison break in a while...
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and again due to my chronic improductivity i'll miss a beautiful day at the beach. i'll try to go running later but everything depends on some factors out of my control including how many hours it will take to luigi pizza to bring me my pizza, when my parents will decide to call me, if i will feel like making a couple of phone calls that i should have made two weeks ago, if my brain will decide that it's maybe a good idea to concentrate.
as for now i'm just trying to recover from the first hangover of my life caused by one and only one drink. or maybe i should start drinking water and eating vegetables.
because the hangover is nothing more then that. you drink, your brain receives less oxygen due to alcohol and you feel weird (or funny). but at the same time your body looses water and vitamins which you are supposed to reintegrate the day after.
i think i'll watch prison break in a while...
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4.21.2006
Kaliningrad
the day before leaving, all i wanted was
i felt excited.
that's that tiny little piece of russia taken from the big mother russia and put somewhere in europe between poland and lithuania. which means that the trip from the place where i live takes 3 hours by bus (plus another three hours for fuckin retarded stupid customs) and costs only 7 euros (plus 60 euros for useless money-sucker visa).
some of us went there with the clear intent of fucking, some instead seeked plain and simple fun. we all got what we wanted. russian girls are beautiful. incredibly beautiful. they take care of their look, of their clothes, but most of all, as i learned, of their person. when we got to kaliningrad in the first moment we didn't know where to turn our heads, it was something in between the fashion week and miss univers. now that we are back in a more "normal" place we are experiencing schizophrenia and depression.
russian girls are also lovely. they are not empty minded models, but interesting girls, frustrated by boring russian boys that don't know or don't care of touching them. and i mean in a boy/girl relationship, be it a tender caress, a passionate kiss on the neck or a hand running along their body.
russian girls loved us. and by that i mean that they fell in love with us, just after a couple of hours being with them. they saw something in us. something that is everyday life for us, but that they can't find in anybody else in russia. they liked the way we walked, the way we smiled, the way we looked at them, they way we treated them.
as for the city, it's quite ugly. but the baltic sea and the coast, just kilometers from the city, is something so beautiful. the cold wind didn't stop us from going there twice, in two different places, and being amazed both times.
i'm in love with kaliningrad, with the baltic sea, with katjuska. last night i went out in a club here in gdansk, i felt bad. my fiends as well. it will take some time to readjust.
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the day before leaving, all i wanted was
let's go get losti totally got it. just imagin you get down the bus in a city of which you know nothing but the name, you don't know where in the city you arrived, you don't know where you will be able to sleep, you don't understand what people say and, most of all, you can't even read the sings.
i felt excited.
that's that tiny little piece of russia taken from the big mother russia and put somewhere in europe between poland and lithuania. which means that the trip from the place where i live takes 3 hours by bus (plus another three hours for fuckin retarded stupid customs) and costs only 7 euros (plus 60 euros for useless money-sucker visa).
some of us went there with the clear intent of fucking, some instead seeked plain and simple fun. we all got what we wanted. russian girls are beautiful. incredibly beautiful. they take care of their look, of their clothes, but most of all, as i learned, of their person. when we got to kaliningrad in the first moment we didn't know where to turn our heads, it was something in between the fashion week and miss univers. now that we are back in a more "normal" place we are experiencing schizophrenia and depression.
russian girls are also lovely. they are not empty minded models, but interesting girls, frustrated by boring russian boys that don't know or don't care of touching them. and i mean in a boy/girl relationship, be it a tender caress, a passionate kiss on the neck or a hand running along their body.
russian girls loved us. and by that i mean that they fell in love with us, just after a couple of hours being with them. they saw something in us. something that is everyday life for us, but that they can't find in anybody else in russia. they liked the way we walked, the way we smiled, the way we looked at them, they way we treated them.
as for the city, it's quite ugly. but the baltic sea and the coast, just kilometers from the city, is something so beautiful. the cold wind didn't stop us from going there twice, in two different places, and being amazed both times.
i'm in love with kaliningrad, with the baltic sea, with katjuska. last night i went out in a club here in gdansk, i felt bad. my fiends as well. it will take some time to readjust.
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4.13.2006
4.12.2006
J hates sisters. he loves women, but he hates stupid sisters who think they have some kind of responsability over the younger ones and won't let them alone have some fun.
J hates people that are not able to let themselves go, and think that everybody around them (especially if it's the younger sister) are not supposed to let go either.
J will probably not see her ever again. J is very fond of her and thinks that even though he has been knowing her for only a couple of days, he has lost a lot. this happens only when J meets special girls.
J loves women, but is crazy of special girls.
tomorrow J will go back to his girlfriend.
the elder sister may not speak to J ever again. i said.
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J hates people that are not able to let themselves go, and think that everybody around them (especially if it's the younger sister) are not supposed to let go either.
J will probably not see her ever again. J is very fond of her and thinks that even though he has been knowing her for only a couple of days, he has lost a lot. this happens only when J meets special girls.
J loves women, but is crazy of special girls.
tomorrow J will go back to his girlfriend.
the elder sister may not speak to J ever again. i said.
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4.11.2006
sorry, my cap'n, gotta have a little more patience...
elections in italy
we have the stupidest system ever. we have two chambers of parliament. what do you need two chambers for?
the difference is that to vote for the higher chamber you must be at least 25. this means that since the right-wing gets votes mainly from rich, old and/or not cultured people, the high chamber is always more right-oriented.
there was a high risk that in italy now we had the lower chamber controlled by the leftists and the high chamber by the righteous. this fortunately didn't happen.
italy is broken in two pieces basically equal, even though, for effect of that same election law that the right approved 4 months ago (that is 4 months prior to the elections), they lost.
BUT
Berlusconi won. the only acceptable result that could be considered a victory would be the ultimate ousting of Berlusconi from politics, which did not happen, since he is still the leader of the biggest party in italy and his coalition got half of the votes.
nonetheless he is a criminal, an unfair player, and an excellent communicator.
Prodi, on the other side, is an excellent politician, a wise man, and a dreadful leader.
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elections in italy
we have the stupidest system ever. we have two chambers of parliament. what do you need two chambers for?
the difference is that to vote for the higher chamber you must be at least 25. this means that since the right-wing gets votes mainly from rich, old and/or not cultured people, the high chamber is always more right-oriented.
there was a high risk that in italy now we had the lower chamber controlled by the leftists and the high chamber by the righteous. this fortunately didn't happen.
italy is broken in two pieces basically equal, even though, for effect of that same election law that the right approved 4 months ago (that is 4 months prior to the elections), they lost.
BUT
Berlusconi won. the only acceptable result that could be considered a victory would be the ultimate ousting of Berlusconi from politics, which did not happen, since he is still the leader of the biggest party in italy and his coalition got half of the votes.
nonetheless he is a criminal, an unfair player, and an excellent communicator.
Prodi, on the other side, is an excellent politician, a wise man, and a dreadful leader.
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4.10.2006
it's not that im busy, it's just that i got nothin to say
sad
the artist's crisis
let's get something out of it, something beautiful, gorgeous...
ya, _GORGEOUS_
love that word
but it's gonna be mystical rather then gorgeous
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sad
the artist's crisis
let's get something out of it, something beautiful, gorgeous...
ya, _GORGEOUS_
love that word
but it's gonna be mystical rather then gorgeous
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it's not that im busy, it's just that i got nothin to say
sad
the artist's crisis
let's get something out of it, something beautiful, gorgeous...
ya, _GORGEOUS_
love that word
but it's gonna be mystical rather then gorgeous
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sad
the artist's crisis
let's get something out of it, something beautiful, gorgeous...
ya, _GORGEOUS_
love that word
but it's gonna be mystical rather then gorgeous
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it's not that im busy, it's just that i got nothin to say
sad
the artist's crisis
let's get something out of it, something beautiful, gorgeous...
ya, _GORGEOUS_
love that word
but it's gonna be mystical rather then gorgeous
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sad
the artist's crisis
let's get something out of it, something beautiful, gorgeous...
ya, _GORGEOUS_
love that word
but it's gonna be mystical rather then gorgeous
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4.08.2006
the game is over
but never forget, once you are in, there are a thousand doors that can bring you outside
this morning i pretty much love everything and everyone, but i hate, hate, hate those who play soccer because they have to shout "kurwa" [it means "bitch" in polish, but it has the same use as fuck/fuckin' in english] every second second AND those who play basketball just for the noise the ball makes. especially if it all happens under my window at noon on saturday morning, an hour that should simply be eradicated from mankind
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but never forget, once you are in, there are a thousand doors that can bring you outside
this morning i pretty much love everything and everyone, but i hate, hate, hate those who play soccer because they have to shout "kurwa" [it means "bitch" in polish, but it has the same use as fuck/fuckin' in english] every second second AND those who play basketball just for the noise the ball makes. especially if it all happens under my window at noon on saturday morning, an hour that should simply be eradicated from mankind
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4.07.2006
hahaha karaoke is the FUNNIEREST thing ever!
especially after a few beers and a wodka. and even more if you get offered all of them...
so this is bigos:
bigos is to poland what pasta is to italy, with a couple of differences:
it takes ages to prepare bigos, while 20 minutes are more then enough for pasta and a good sauce;
bigos looks like vomit.
if you ever get to visit poland close your eyes and eat it.
for the guys out there, this is how it works with girls (given that they are interested in you):
you tell them
they reply
the day after if you are lucky you'll get an sms stating that they are sorry but really can't make it and maybe you can do it next week, or you might just not get any sign at all until 2 days later.
you tell them
they say
and the day after you play your date.
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especially after a few beers and a wodka. and even more if you get offered all of them...
so this is bigos:
bigos is to poland what pasta is to italy, with a couple of differences:
it takes ages to prepare bigos, while 20 minutes are more then enough for pasta and a good sauce;
bigos looks like vomit.
if you ever get to visit poland close your eyes and eat it.
for the guys out there, this is how it works with girls (given that they are interested in you):
you tell them
why don't we meet tomorrow for a coffe or something?
they reply
i'd love to, i have lots of things to do tomorrow but i'll try to find some time, i'll let u know ok?
the day after if you are lucky you'll get an sms stating that they are sorry but really can't make it and maybe you can do it next week, or you might just not get any sign at all until 2 days later.
you tell them
i have a plan for you tomorrow, we meet at 7 in front of xxx for a coffe, then go to yyy for dinner and end the night in zzz club.
they say
ok nice
and the day after you play your date.
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4.06.2006
this was my day, as from my msn nickname
manu
manu is painting
manu is thinking about food
manu is, at last, having lunch
manu is now listening to the blues brothers
u don't give a fuck, do you? hell...
anyway i don't know if it's harder to see ana or to find a flat in poland... and i'm scared my ex gf will call me today... gonna play socketball with some germans and danish...
ps: so are we sending that guy home?
and believing in god is putting the responsability for one's own actions into something "else". adopt an "other" morality instead of building one's own. unless you believe in god in a different way.
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4.05.2006
some american president once said that small minds talk about people, average minds talk about happenings, great minds talk about ideas.
i would add that greatest minds can talk about all three subjects easily switching from one to another and make them interesting as hell, and that blogs follow this rule.
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i would add that greatest minds can talk about all three subjects easily switching from one to another and make them interesting as hell, and that blogs follow this rule.
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i'm dropping blogmad and despair.nu. it's just shit.
sure, at first i was all excited i was like great idea u visit my site i visit yours we exchange comments we are all happy because others actually read our blogs and make comments... well forget it. people use blogmad just because one blog u visit, one visit u get, but of course i soon realized that people get firefox, open two tabs, open blogmad blog-surf in one and whatever shit they want to actually visit on the other and just pop in blogmad every once in a while to press the button to see next blog and get one more hit.
at least that's what I was doing.
and for the comment thing i felt awful every time i had to comment on somebody. yes because you are COMPELLED to comment on two or three blogs that you do NOT choose. and since only shitty blogs are subscribed to despair.nu and if u tell them they are shit they are all like "who are u to judge my blog" (on which i've already written a post) and they get really annoying and it's like impossible to write any slightly better then average comment... shit i lost my self in this ranting... 'nyway i was trying to say that i'm sick of pretending that their blog is actually interesting (because it's the only way to write a good comment if the blog is pure emptiness) so off u go!
i'm keeping blogexplosion though because there are nice blogs there and i'm thinking about this hosting-other's-blogs-or-something-like-that thing...
plus, i got my revenge on ana last night
she was waiting for me at irish pub but i went out with alina instead and didn't tell her anything and she gave me a ring at 1.30
so maybe next time she'll think a little more before forgetting to invite me on sunday afternoon and telling me instead how great was her day at the beach knowing that i spent it inside working on my project!
the good news is that i proudly am now Cap'n Dyke's Pilot
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4.03.2006
i applied for this photography contest and i was the only one in my category so i'm going to the finals for sure. that's fuckin sad. for the others of course who didn't send any work! i'm just wondering which pics will be chosen among the three i sent.
and talking about photography, i know i promised you an article some time ago, but i'm lazy. so here it is
first:
a good subject is NOT a good picture. this is the only thing that really counts in photography. once you understand this concept you will be ready to improve your skills with composition, light conditions, tricks and all this boring kind of stuff. but techniques comes AFTER.
there's no point in aiming your camera at something just because it's the tour eiffel and everybody says it's beautiful. when you are holding a picture in your hand, you are holding A PICTURE, not the tour eiffel. the subject doesn't matter at all, should not even be considered.
so which one would you put in your room? the second picture represents nothing, just two doors. would you imagine millions of visitors for those two doors?
so you are walking down the street and you spot something that for some reason interest you. what do you do? do NOT point at it. walk around, have a look at the place where you are standing in its whole, think. how do you feel like in front of it? that's your picture. not the object that hit your eye, but the sensation you are feeling. you are photographing yourself, not the subject.
ok, given that you have made this concept utterly yours, what next?
second:
buy magazines, watch exibitions, look at as much "pro" photography as you can and start experimenting. walk in the street and start shooting and compare your pictures with the ones you were looking at. why are they so... so... incredible!, and why do yours suck instead?
then stop it. stop looking at the work of others and stop photographing. throw away any magazine you still have and hide your camera in your closet. get out and walk, and observe, and feel, and watch. for one or three or six months it doesn't really matter. but do not shoot anything. what do you want to shoot anyway if you don't even know the place where you are living?
now you probably have thousands of shitty pictures on your hard drive severral months old, and you look at them and you think WTF was i thinking of?? they are such empty bullshit, i can't believe i actually took these pics!
so now what?
third:
get a film camera. wanna learn? get a film camera. then you can switch to digital when you feel you are good enough, but it's quite simply not possible to learn from a digital camera.
this time you will take photography one step further: composition and details. it's all about that. composition is the mean that conveys the greatest part of the feeling, and details are the ones that give depth to a picture.
go out and shoot, one film, two films, three films and counting... for every film you shoot choose the best three pictures, and throwh away (yes, like in the fire or in the street or whereever they will be destroyed forever) the rest. your goal for next film is to have ALL of its slides being better then those three. and keep up with this sane behaviour, which has the side effect of saving so much room you can't even image right now.
last and least:
get some skills with lighting, shutter speed, depth of field and this kind of bullshit...
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and talking about photography, i know i promised you an article some time ago, but i'm lazy. so here it is
first:
a good subject is NOT a good picture. this is the only thing that really counts in photography. once you understand this concept you will be ready to improve your skills with composition, light conditions, tricks and all this boring kind of stuff. but techniques comes AFTER.
there's no point in aiming your camera at something just because it's the tour eiffel and everybody says it's beautiful. when you are holding a picture in your hand, you are holding A PICTURE, not the tour eiffel. the subject doesn't matter at all, should not even be considered.
so which one would you put in your room? the second picture represents nothing, just two doors. would you imagine millions of visitors for those two doors?
so you are walking down the street and you spot something that for some reason interest you. what do you do? do NOT point at it. walk around, have a look at the place where you are standing in its whole, think. how do you feel like in front of it? that's your picture. not the object that hit your eye, but the sensation you are feeling. you are photographing yourself, not the subject.
ok, given that you have made this concept utterly yours, what next?
second:
buy magazines, watch exibitions, look at as much "pro" photography as you can and start experimenting. walk in the street and start shooting and compare your pictures with the ones you were looking at. why are they so... so... incredible!, and why do yours suck instead?
then stop it. stop looking at the work of others and stop photographing. throw away any magazine you still have and hide your camera in your closet. get out and walk, and observe, and feel, and watch. for one or three or six months it doesn't really matter. but do not shoot anything. what do you want to shoot anyway if you don't even know the place where you are living?
now you probably have thousands of shitty pictures on your hard drive severral months old, and you look at them and you think WTF was i thinking of?? they are such empty bullshit, i can't believe i actually took these pics!
so now what?
third:
get a film camera. wanna learn? get a film camera. then you can switch to digital when you feel you are good enough, but it's quite simply not possible to learn from a digital camera.
this time you will take photography one step further: composition and details. it's all about that. composition is the mean that conveys the greatest part of the feeling, and details are the ones that give depth to a picture.
go out and shoot, one film, two films, three films and counting... for every film you shoot choose the best three pictures, and throwh away (yes, like in the fire or in the street or whereever they will be destroyed forever) the rest. your goal for next film is to have ALL of its slides being better then those three. and keep up with this sane behaviour, which has the side effect of saving so much room you can't even image right now.
last and least:
get some skills with lighting, shutter speed, depth of field and this kind of bullshit...
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4.02.2006
1. aiRah has really surprised me. i don't know how she did it, but she commented almost the whole front page of my blog. i've never done anything like that myself!! and in one of them she asked me why i started blogging only in march.
well, actually i didn't. i started last october, and it was supposed to be a slightly different thing from a blog. i left italy to come to poland to study for one year, it's an exchange program very common in europe. i'm lazy so i opened a blog where i could write what i was going through and my friends could go there and read it and i didn't have to write emails anymore. it was the perfect plan! then gradually blogging became an obsession, and that email-diary thing became an actual blog where i was getting naked on the internet. and my friends didn't like it. ok they didn't like me, because they had a stupid image of me one year ago and OBVIOUSLY i'm not the same one of one year ago anymore so i opened this new blog hoping that they will never find it until they smart up a little.
so next question would be "why did you start blogging only in october?"
because i considered blogging a stupid waste of time. of course i didn't change my mind, it's still a total waste of time but i started enjoying wasting time so here i am. anything else you want to know?
2. you were THIS close to be deleted from my mind (and my mobile) you are so lucky and you don't even know it! for like at least 30 secs last night i was like should i stay or should i go? you owe me one. NOW COME READ THIS BLOG SO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU COULD HAVE GONE THROUGH JUST A FEW HOURS AGO!!!
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well, actually i didn't. i started last october, and it was supposed to be a slightly different thing from a blog. i left italy to come to poland to study for one year, it's an exchange program very common in europe. i'm lazy so i opened a blog where i could write what i was going through and my friends could go there and read it and i didn't have to write emails anymore. it was the perfect plan! then gradually blogging became an obsession, and that email-diary thing became an actual blog where i was getting naked on the internet. and my friends didn't like it. ok they didn't like me, because they had a stupid image of me one year ago and OBVIOUSLY i'm not the same one of one year ago anymore so i opened this new blog hoping that they will never find it until they smart up a little.
so next question would be "why did you start blogging only in october?"
because i considered blogging a stupid waste of time. of course i didn't change my mind, it's still a total waste of time but i started enjoying wasting time so here i am. anything else you want to know?
2. you were THIS close to be deleted from my mind (and my mobile) you are so lucky and you don't even know it! for like at least 30 secs last night i was like should i stay or should i go? you owe me one. NOW COME READ THIS BLOG SO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU COULD HAVE GONE THROUGH JUST A FEW HOURS AGO!!!
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4.01.2006
ok maybe root beer is not canadian, but it's canada for me.
anyway...
so many smartass blogging guide out there, but what about commenting? nobody has ever written a How To Comment guide as far as i know (let me know if you know of any) but guys if posts are the structural core and essence of a bog, comments are its vital lymph. a blog with no comments goes nowhere, it doesn't make the point.
comments must be short and smart, must go directly to the point, must be a positive addition to the post. they bring the dialogue (and the blog) to life. but there is a major difference between a post and a comment. when you write an entry, you are alone in front of your audience, but it always takes two people to write a comment, you and the blogger.
a post of the "woke up at 9 washed the car got a 90% on the math test" will never bring any quality comment. all you can get will be "hey i'm happy for your math score" while clearly the commenter doesn't give a fuck about your math test and the comment is emptt, stupid and useless by itself. but it's not the commenter's fault.
if you are a blogger, give them some quality posting, some issues to think about, some smartass posts. it's your goal to put your audience in a position for sane commenting. if you are a commenter, just refrain from commenting useless and boring posts, but kick the blogger's ass when the post deserves it!
if you want to know what i'm talking about, take aiRah or Cap'n Dyke. they rock when they comment.
so you know what? help me in my struggle for quality commenting. get this
button or whatever other similar button you come up to and put it in your blog and link it to this post or a similar post you will write and spread the world. i spoke.
btw, wanna know if your blog is good? check the comments you get out, before you give any importance to shit like technocrati
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anyway...
so many smartass blogging guide out there, but what about commenting? nobody has ever written a How To Comment guide as far as i know (let me know if you know of any) but guys if posts are the structural core and essence of a bog, comments are its vital lymph. a blog with no comments goes nowhere, it doesn't make the point.
comments must be short and smart, must go directly to the point, must be a positive addition to the post. they bring the dialogue (and the blog) to life. but there is a major difference between a post and a comment. when you write an entry, you are alone in front of your audience, but it always takes two people to write a comment, you and the blogger.
a post of the "woke up at 9 washed the car got a 90% on the math test" will never bring any quality comment. all you can get will be "hey i'm happy for your math score" while clearly the commenter doesn't give a fuck about your math test and the comment is emptt, stupid and useless by itself. but it's not the commenter's fault.
if you are a blogger, give them some quality posting, some issues to think about, some smartass posts. it's your goal to put your audience in a position for sane commenting. if you are a commenter, just refrain from commenting useless and boring posts, but kick the blogger's ass when the post deserves it!
if you want to know what i'm talking about, take aiRah or Cap'n Dyke. they rock when they comment.
so you know what? help me in my struggle for quality commenting. get this
button or whatever other similar button you come up to and put it in your blog and link it to this post or a similar post you will write and spread the world. i spoke.btw, wanna know if your blog is good? check the comments you get out, before you give any importance to shit like technocrati
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