First real entry

I've never really kept anything even remotely resembling a journal before. I doubt this is going to be a very actively maintained journal, but I seem to have some time on my hands right now, so I supposed I may as well subject the random few people that show up here to my occasional ramblings. If you show up often enough, you will eventually get used to my run-on sentences, random missing words and over-use of parentheses. I'm a little apprehensive about putting my thoughts down in some sort of concrete form (the internet is a concrete medium, right?) and having random people sift through what I have to say, and maybe even call me on my BS. I suppose that's just part of the territory.

That aside,

I've been getting pretty carried away with my camera lately... going out for a few hours a time, snapping away like a tweaker with nothing else to do with my hands, only to come home and upon looking at the pictures wonder if the tweaker analogy wasn't just an analogy. I mean, since I've gotten my D70, I've been coming home with nearly 200 frames each time...not one of which I'm happy with. So, I've given myself a little rule, starting tonight... each frame has to have atleast 15 seconds of thought put into it (probably doesn't speak very highly of what I've done so far... meh, it's not like I've posted any of the 200 frames per trip here yet)


I saw Crash today. I loved it. I'd recommend it to everyone, well everyone that isn't a complete idiot or bigot. It examines damn near every racial/ethnic stereotype one sees in America today. Though as a Sikh/Indian/American, I felt like I was being equated with all brown folk from Asia (and by Asia here I mean, the _entire_ geographical body known as Asia... not just the version of Asia that exists the US).
Anyway, I had a lump in my throat for most the movie, if you do actually consider watching this movie on my recommendation, remember that it can be pretty intense, and times really tugs at the heartstrings.
When I wasn't watching the movie, I was busy watching the fifteen or so other audience members. As far as Tucson goes, it was a pretty diverse crowd, in quite possibly the worst theatre I've been to on the West Coast (I could hear just about all of Madagascar, from the theatre next door). There were three hispanic people in front of me (one of whom, was clearly more fluent in English than the other two), a black couple, a couple of white people and myself. I was sort of amused to see what the various folks found amusing. One of the first scenes of the movie plays on the stereotype that East Asian people can't drive and are angry. Most of the audience laughs. Later, there are some comments about Middle Eastern people and jihad. People laugh.
After some time there are comments on blacks and later hispanics and the audience is silent. In fact it almost felt awkardly quiet until the soundtrack to Madagascar suddenly got very loud again. I've got lots to say on this, but I'm probably being a wierdo and reading too deep into random events. I dunno.
Anyway, watch Crash. It's good. It might even make you think. Or get you really pissed. Or sad.

Anyway, that's enough of that. I've probably alienated the one person who may have even made it this far.

I'll have more random babbling in the future.

Over and out.