Goodbye, young friend.

I didn't know this kitty for too long, which was unfortunate. However, I first saw him just weeks after he was born, and I remember picking him up and cuddling him. It was funny, because until recently, he was always really distant to me. Every time I approached him, he would hiss at me and warn me to keep my distance. A little baby kitty thinking I'm going to be scared!

But within the past two weeks or so, this one finally started opening up to me. He came inside of my house, it spent the night inside, despite it's moan-like meowing. Not long after, he would start rubbing up against my legs every time I saw him. Just earlier today, he kept following me and demanded me to pet him. :)

But then I woke up from a short lived nap to the racket that was actually my mother bawling. My dad had accidentally hit the poor kitty. Naturally, I went out and called for him, only to be returned by the most pained sounds an animal can make. Not a meow, not a cry; this was something far more tear-jerking.

For the squeamish, I will warn you, it gets a little graphic and a little emotional at this point.

My neighbor, Mr. Henderson, handles kitties and dogs very well, so he came over with his flashlight so we could see exactly where the kitty was hiding. He was under our Explorer, and stared at us. Mouth agape, drenched in blood, having spasms due to the pain, and trying his absolute best to limp towards us. He crawled over just under the front tire, and we could see the damage done in it's entirety. At that point, we all knew that nothing could be done. He was crying for help, crying for the pain to be as quick as possible, and there was nothing I could do to help. He made one last tortured screech and coughed up a pool of blood. His eyes froze. One last spasm. I had never watched an animal die before.

With Kaitlin, I was depressed, but I didn't watch her die. I also realized that I had never truly named the kitty, besides the ridiculous nickname my mother gave him - "Titi." I'm not entirely sure why, but I decided on Jacob as soon as his life ended. Jacob was too young.

Keep Kaitlin company, Jacob. I already miss you.

Bringing you up to speed through photography...

For all of my fans out there (I kid, I kid), I apologize for not updating this as often as I'd like to. The winter break had my mind focused on other things, and now that I'm back at school, I've been pretty busy. Enjoy:

Receiving the M.E. Zeke Scholarship

Brothers reunited

Snow in Astoria, Queens

Times Square in all of its headachery/beauty

Brothers at the Rockefeller Center tree

Snow in Kinston, NC

The lady and me enjoying the snow

Sarah showing the camera some love

Album of 2008

Change!

Currently listening to:
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Harvey Milk - Courtesy And Goodwill Toward Men
Napalm Death - Time Waits For No Slave
Akimbo - Jersey Shores
Young Widows - Old Wounds
Mind Eraser - Glacial Reign


Currently reading:
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Comrades!: A History Of World Communism by Robert Service
Preacher Vol. 1: Gone To Texas by Garth Ennis, Steve Dillon
Buried Mirror by Carlos Fuentes
The Killing Joke by Alan Moore, Brian Bolland

Post-birthday joke

Yeah, I just turned 18. I will be hitting the clubs when I go to New York next week.

But more importantly, I came up with an amazing joke not ten minutes ago. Here goes:

---What do you call the act of using fruit as a sexual aphrodisiac?
-Umm, gee whilikers, dude, I dunno! What do you call that.

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Statuatory grape.


Bahahahaha.

I'm not dead...

Not yet!

I've been without a laptop for a little bit, so I haven't posted in over a month. Unfortunately, I don't have much to say other than I'm glad to almost be done with my first semester of school. I wrote a paper on the Ejército Zapatista de Liberación Nacional for my Spanish class, and I might post that at some point.

My birthday is in a few days, finals are almost over, and the holidays are here. I'm off to New York next week to celebrate the holidays with my family minus my sister. Fun times.

Fuck public transportation...

Seriously, nothing more needs to be said.

Yeah, I know I'm not 18...

It pisses me off that people over 18 are quick to silence those not of age simply because of the age difference. What kind of bullshit is that? I have an opinion, and even though it technically won't matter in this election, I have the right to express my opinion.

That being said, I don't want to get too idealistic, but I just can't help but be baffled by Palin supporters. And while she isn't running for president, she may have to eventually fill the position. A woman that won't answer a question directly, religiously force fed, and let's face it, just so fucking idiotic. I'm all for the rights of women, and I would definitely love to see a woman in the White House one day, but fuck, not her.

Another thing that scares me is a possible assassination attack on Barack Obama. Obviously with the constant threats being taken care of, it makes me feel a little more at ease. However, I just get to thinking how this situation would put us back decades, and how we would have to work that much harder to better this country.

And so, I have decided that if Senator Obama is assassinated in his tenure as president, I am moving to Canada. You think I'm bullshitting you, but as I'm growing older, I think about it more and more. It's just the mere fact that a lot of people in this country waste their brilliance on ignorant matters. Can we not accept a man of color, nay, HALF color in our oval office? God forbid what would happen if a full African American entered the White House.

Most people making this threat to exit the country seem to only be behind the idea if John McCain is elected. I don't think I'd move out of this place if that were the case, but another important factor to keep in mind is whether how much life is left in that man? I appreciate McCain's services and everything positive he has done for this country, but I'm not a supporter, that's all.

Bottom line: Fuck you for thinking that people under 18 shouldn't voice their opinion, and if Obama is assassinated or Palin takes over the White House, I'm knocking at Chris Colohan's door and telling him to get Cursed and The Swarm back together (in that order).

Fuck you very much,

Mario

Unnecessary Person(s)

I haven't posted in about a month, so I figured I'd get off my ass and type something up here. This evening, I'm here to talk to you about how there is an overabundance of photographers these days.

Now, I have two close friends that are stellar amateur photographers, and I appreciate and support their work. What pisses me off though is how pretty much everyone these days thinks they can point their camera at an object and call it "art" or "photography in its truest form." These kids consist of 15 year old, "political" hippies. They take a camera, go into a field of exuberant flowers, snap photographs at terrible angles, go onto their computers that their filthy rich parents spoiled them with, and photoshop the crap out of said photographs.

What do I say to these youngsters? Fuck them. Fuck every single thing about them. Just as in any other art form, support the artists that pour their complete being into their work. Support artists that show heart, emotion, and invoke thought through their respective art.

Plugs:



David G. Photography
www.myspace.com/davidgphotos



Shire Photography
www.myspace.com/ryanwphoto


Dianna Augustine Photography (Professional photographer)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/d_saygoodbye/