Things Have Been Weird

I have had a strangely uneventful day (that is of course until about 3 hours ago) and I will explain my reasoning.  My typical day is filled with so many errands that I have to run, work that has to be done (where I am employed and at home), calls that have to be rung (the rhymes stop here), and making sure I get the bare necessities (I often forget to eat meals) that I rarely have a day or even a moment to relax and think.  I typically begin thinking and within twenty minutes I am worrying.  Worrying.  About.  Everything.  Today was completely different.

I had a full day to myself.  The weather was absolutely perfect at about 78 degrees with a mild, dry heat that was warm enough to require a loose, billowy shirt with comfortable, light shorts and yet provided you with a gentle breeze to cool the glistening, dewy skin as you rushed about.  I was in absolutely no rush, because I had this annoying little headache all day.  I tried everything from relaxing, to yoga, to calisthenics, to relaxing again, to a few aspirin, some caffeine, to moving about in the outdoors, to tanning, to more caffeine, and then more aspirin, but it stayed with me.  Finally at the end of the night I decided I needed a bath.  We won’t get into the seedy details, but the bath was pretty luxurious with bubbles, a face mask, and cucumber eye coverings.  I went all out.

I started to sing one of my favorite songs: La Vie en Rose sung particularly by Edith Piaf.  I love Edit Piaf, aka the Little Sparrow, and I absolutely love the French version of La Vie en Rose (she sings an English version and, let’s be honest, English translations can ruin a great love song sometimes).  I came to a startling realization as I hummed through the parts I had forgotten and then (boisterously) sang the parts that I knew so well.  I always imagine myself in an attic in Paris, France in another era (because Paris is timeless) that I fancy at the moment when I sing that song and the sun is shining delicately in from the only warped, clouded window in the room.  For some odd reason the place has an over-sized claw foot tub–obviously the only luxury in the tiny place–and even in the tiny little space with only the basic necessities life is perfectly imperfect and imperfectly perfect.  I want to live in that tiny space forever as I lose myself in a fantasy and I think suddenly “isn’t it wonderful to lose yourself now and then?”

"It's nice here...we should stay here."

“It’s nice here…we should stay here.”

I think that is how you know you are still human.  Being completely lost and having to find yourself again.  Making the conscious effort to find yourself can be one of the most surreal and terrible things, but it is one of the most awe-inspiring moments in your life.  Realizing that you are lost is the verse of the song that you’re mumbling and stumbling over, the bridge is the building moment when you begin to remember where you were going, and the chorus is the loud, burst of beautiful energy when you get to the place that you remember so well.  How could you have been lost?  How could you have forgotten the way?  And the entire experience begins anew with the new verse, but perhaps not as bad as the time before.  How do people function without being lost?  Perhaps I am just a dreamer and looking too deeply into the process, but life is like a familiar song that you sing with your whole heart.

Perhaps I am being too romantic.  Or perhaps I am once again thinking too much, but I enjoyed the experience and I feel better for having it.  Go forth and dream, dreamers.

 

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Sonny: “I once dealt with a pair of turkeys on PCP, you’re not on PCP are you?” Shabba Doo: “No, I’m high on life.” Sonny: “Don’t jive me, sister.”

 

Beauty in the Beast

Okay, okay, yeah, go ahead and say it…you know.  “Shabba Doo, where is your article mocking Odysseus?!  You have disappointed us thoroughly!”  Well…it’s kind of an academic endeavor and I am really sick of academic endeavors ever since I decided to do a summer camp involving law school prep.  Yeah.  You get it now?  Good.  Now let’s move on to my favorite hobby/distraction from reality: AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHY!  

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This is part of that rust belt series that I did. I love the colors here.

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Another rust belt image. I really wanted to bring the beauty out in this really cool, yet sadly abandoned area.

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A couple in Paris, France zipping about through traffic. Really chic and super sexy.

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I thought this photograph really did a good job at representing the culture of the Cultural District in Pittsburgh, PA. The place is full of life and color in a city filled with business attire and the service sector chic look.

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I regularly frequent the local Belgian restaurant in Pittsburgh called Park Bruges with my sister and our friends. I loved the colors and lack of color with the menu right beside the very Belgian room temperature water that they serve you, haha.

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An array of images from many different parts of Pittsburgh. From Duquesne University to the Court House and finally the Cathedral of Learning.

So that’s it for this edition of Shabba Doo does photography.  Oh wait…

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Seriously, I was super excited about these free danishes. I had to post about them. I apologize about the explicit language.

And of course we end with our (well my) favorite Vice Detective in a bit of a bind:

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Trouble in Miami. Castillo and Rico go head to head while Sonny’s in the back all ‘da fuq?’

Ennui

Today I am suffering from ennui.  The condition often overtakes me on my only day off where I plan to do an amazing amount of awesome and then I end up just doing absolutely nothing.  So I did one of my favorite hobbies: photo editing!!!  I think that beauty comes from everywhere–everyone and everything is beautiful in their own way and has something to offer the world.  From the mouse to the leaning tower of Piza life is exciting, fun, and beautiful.  So I have decided to find some of my favorite photographs (taken by moi) and then spice them up a bit by photo editing.  Thank you cosmetology school for ingraining the idea into my brain that everything and everyone can use a little tweaking.  So I will begin with my favorites:

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The Atomium in Brussels, Belgium. When I studied abroad this summer I learned some valuable life lessons, indulged in cheese, beer, and chocolate, and made some really awesome friends. The Atomium picture was from my first official full day in Brussels, when I learned that I needed no one’s help to find my way around an entire city and that I can make a home wherever I go.

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The Grand Place in Brussels, Belgium is both rustic and beautiful during the day, but exotic and stunning at night. When I entered the Grand Place during the day I felt consumed and dwarfed by the size, but when I visited it a few nights later and everything was bright from within I was taken aback by how gorgeous and wonderful the entire place looked. I have never seen anything more mystifying and amazing than the Grand Place at night–now that is just my opinion, because beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

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The most delicious chocolate shop in the world. Brussels, Belgium has La Cure Gourmande–French for the cure for greediness. And it is not a cure…it is an addiction.

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The Antwerp train station. Antwerp is the most gorgeous city on the face of the planet and even thought I only saw it for 30 minutes on a train ride back from Amsterdam, it was amazing. I am so sad I did not have a change to go back, but someday I will return.

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Ahhh, Paris, France. Oui, it is every bit as romantic, enchanting, and gorgeous as everyone makes it out to be. The day was bright and warm and I was there with a few good friends. I abhor all things romantic and find them disdainful, but I was convinced to go by my Belgian friend and I am so glad I listened to him.
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The Arc de Triomphe in Paris, France right at the end of Champs d’Elysee, the ancient market district of France. This photograph was at the right time, just as the sun poked out over the colossal arc commissioned by (that son of a bitch) Napoleon.

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Notre Dame, or one of them, in the heart of Paris, France and the end of the awesome tour the biker gave us.

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My crowning achievement–to walk along the Avenue des Champs Elysees. Suck it.

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The infamous clock tower in Bruges, Belgium. I found Bruges to be a little disappointing, but it could be because I was suffering from lack of sleep.

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The funniest thing I saw in Bruges, Belgium was this terrified looking lion. I had to capture the lion’s face so I could laugh again and again.

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Love Park in Philadelphia, PA. Philadelphia is so charming beyond words and I love it! The photograph was taken by a very kind passerby and I am on the left, my lovely friend Gulru is in the center, and my dear friend Hande is to the right. We were exhausted from the cold weather and suffering from sniffles, but this was one of the nicest trips I have ever had.

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Bagpipers at the St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Pittsburgh, PA. For many reasons, I claim this as my hometown. Pittsburgh is great, but it’s night life is lame compared to other cities.

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Another photo of the Pittsburgh St. Patrick’s Day Parade. This was a Celtic band on a wagon and was pretty cool.

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This was the carriage of the lovely Miss Irish Smiling Eyes at the St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Pittsburgh.

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A collage I did from a mini shoot in Philly with my two dearest friends Gulru and Hande. This is probably my favorite collage.

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My very favorite picture of my sister and I taken by our friend Amanderpina. My sister, ol’ Skaggs, and I are best friends and I could not imagine life without her.

Well those are the best of my edited photographs I have from 2012-2013.  I will be pursuing (incredibly amateur) photography over the summer and having a lot of fun.  I wish you all well and a good day.  Remember, only you can change your attitude and your life.

~Namaste