May 07

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Thanks to a post on “List Of The Day” I was introduced to a new term, photobombing (people who hilariously ruin your nice little picture). We all have Facebook profiles, have you been photobombed recently? Share a pic or two…Email me @ justin@justinfenwick.net!

Another type of photobombing
Photobombing tips

Bombed!



The man and I try to share a moment.

Edit:
Turns out the term photobombing is used in another way, taking your own photos and attaching them to public places, for anyone to find and enjoy, critise, laugh at or appreciate. See photobombing’s stream or Photobombing.com.

Three tips on photobombing -
1) Get ready for the posed shot. You have time to plan your attack.
2) Know the photographer. This is key because you don’t want them pausing or editing the shot to avoid you (although a good photobomber can go unnoticed).
3) Informal events! Professional photos will be edited.

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Feb 14

Happy Valentine’s Day!

My man left a bunch of quotes on my desk this afternoon. I figured I would share them with you all.

For one human being to love another that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof; the work for which all other work is but preparation.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.
-Sam Keen

The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it dows not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inpiriation.
-Pearl S. Buck

Kindness in words creates confidence.
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness.
Kindness in giving creates love.
-Lao Tzo

The only gift is a portion of thyself.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Find the person who will love you because of your differences and not in spite of them and you have found a lover for life.
-Leo Buscaglia

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another’s heart, or it’s flame burns low.
-Henry ward Beecher

Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
-Mignon McLaughlin

Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.
-Fulton J. Sheen

The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
-Jacques Benigne Bossuel

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined… to strengthen each other… to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
-George Eliot

The loving are the daring.
-Bayard Taylor

May all of you love and be loved.

For those that find this day to be a contemptuous lonely one, it’s just a feast day of a dead saint anyway.

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Jan 30

Another stranger

Strong teeth nibbling at the soul,
a midnight snack of attempted progress.

My feet treaded new footsteps,
from the moment I woke up.

Sore eyes for similar,
familiar lies. I’m fooling myself again.

Putting out isn’t the same, the
first time, second time, third time around.

Give me stone eyes. Eyes that find hearts
cold. Minds that build false homes in me.

Now, I’ve opened the front door, but
nothing looks familiar. Not even
his now familiar beard.

Someone else has made my bed,
and although new things feel safe,
I’ve encountered another stranger.

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Nov 16

In one corner we have the most individual of the individual, Justin-China. In the other you have the opposite in strength, clearly more settled and definitely not alone, Justin-Committed Relationship (CR).

The rink, Beijing, is home turf for Justin-China. Yet, much of his support is missing or under pressure.

As for Justin-CR, the significant-other is right at his side for the ride. It is as though the Justin-CR’s birth mother is in the front row, eyes watching.

So enough of this metaphor speak. We are going to Beijing, China for a bit of travel. The tickets were cheap, I guess people don’t go to China for Thanksgiving! China was a life of individualism for me, the back story
of any study abroad trip. Since graduation, I’m paying rent, working, living with the guy in my life, and looking at what stability I can find in my future. This is a long way off from good ole Junior year. Sure I’ll still have a beer in the streets of Beijing and find a moment of Zen. Just this time there will be someone else in the equation, zen +1.

Rightfully so, our lives have been centered around ourselves for some portion here and there. It’s only appropriate, considering that for us, it’s where things begin. Yet here and there other people enter life. Especially after graduation, we learn that even when we are alone there are still people all around us that matter and our actions have an impact on. That “feelin’ kinda down” day doesn’t mean homework just doesn’t get done, it can fade into job and relationship performance. Now you ask, “you are right, but any advice?” I can’t say I have anything specific this time around. Just stick to your guns, usually your intuition has the best words for your ears.

We begin to learn that zen +1 can feel just as good as a solid self-centered moment. Zen +1 can also take more work. Just remember there is a context to yourself. We are all supported by a social network around us, even it if at times it feels very impersonal. You have an obligation to the most self-centered cell in your body to learn what around you makes you an individual. Go in, be an individual, and then come out. It may be a closet or it could be out of a shell, but just come out and share yourself with the world around you. We all don’t live around our own Walden Ponds for a reason.

In this battle, hopefully everyone wins.

Be an individual of many…Zen +many.

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Nov 11

I AM JustinFenwick.Net

Thanks to a great anniversary gift from my significant-other, the artist (Mary Rochelle Burnham), and a few of my own edits, I’ve woven more of myself into the blog.

Let it be. :shock:

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