~simaaron

Cars, limping like wounded things, panting and struggling

They said the casing was good. Son-of-a-bitch she’s broke damn near through!

But Danny in the back seat wants a cup of water

Ragged patched overalls, barefoot

Their faces, streaked with dust

They rushed directly to the mud puddle, thrust their toes in

“Can we git some water ma’am? Danny wants a cup of water”

Aww right.. (Go watch the waterhose)!

Truck drivers and wealthy businessmen

sat on stools and savored on big thick banana cream pie.

We need bread…we..we..we’ll pay fifteen cents!

This ain’t a grossscery store nowwhyn’tyougobacktowhereyoucome from?

This is a free country mister. Fella can go where he wants.

Well you ain’t in your own country now! You’re in California, an’

we don’t want you goddamn Okies settlin’ down

This here’s United States, not California

And the dispossessed, the migrants, flowed into California



Two hundred and fifty thousand,

and three hundred thousand.

In every manload to lift, f i i v e pairs of arms extended to lift it;

for every stomachful of food,

f i i v e mouths opened—

(he paid the men oh yes! And sold them food, and took the money back.)

They were hungry, and they were fierce.

They had hoped to find a home, and they found… hatred.

Barbarians, trying to steal alittlerichness from the earth

But We was hungry! We was hungry ANDANDAND

They made us c r a w l for our dinner! They took our dignity! They—

They watched to see whether they were still criminals

…If only I had a little money.



I hadmyeyesonyou Okies what you think YOU’RE doin’? This ain’t your land.

You’re trespassing you goddamn intruders!



This here’s the United States,

not California-now you watch your tongue or I’ll tear ya to p i e c e s

Yeah, Okies?! Listen ya little son of a bitch—

You better start running or I’ll lick and run ya ma’am in!

And in the eyes of the hungry the wrath is growing heavy—

They saw the oranges roll down to a putrefying

ooze, they watched the potatoes float by.



Suddenly, [link].handle and soon!

a cop fell side-ways out of the light



Like hermit crabs from shells, People saw. Their quiet eyes reflected the dying fire

“I done it!”, he said.

…

And against the sun, with his arms out, he looked big-as God

Chemical Engineering is ... a lot of work.

A number of you were wondering where I've been and well let me say this, I've been busy with assignments and shooting projects. Ah ha. I've finally got a few projects on my hands with the camera crew and I cannot upload the pictures here due to model rights.

Anyhow, I'm hoping to cover the university's fashion show booklet photoshoot. Yup a solo project. Then again this is going to be pretty tough because firstly, I don't have my own camera and secondly I am not loaded thus I do not have a store of Santa's goodies .I'll be more than happy if anyone can give me some ideas/advice under these circumstances of what should I go for in the shoot :

What I would have is :

An Olympus E-510
A reasonable flash
A diffuser
God's given strobes (sunlight)
More lights from the lamps in the university compound at night.
Xenon headlamps from my car.
A few home made reflectors.

What I wont have is :

No strobes.
No soft box
No umbrellas
and ... no of everything else that you can think of

Once I get the green light for this project. I'll go scout a few location and post up again for your opinions.

I’ve spend 14 years or so studying round subjects and loads of books as well as working my fingers to the bone, but then one day when all of that exam thing is over , the treadmill just stopped. Everybody went home and we sit and wait and wait … and wait … and wait…

There I was with a big 3 months hole in my diary. There’d be no subjects to study. No driving around corners. No hard work and for the first time in my life, I had nothing to do.

So rather than waste the time eating cold sandwiches and looking out of the window, I decided to go for a part time job at a local computer fair. Little that I know, I was approached by a game development consultant wanting me to test new games and write reviews about them. Cool job, if it was a first time thought...

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-When the chips are down it’s time to dig deep and go for all the marbles-

Recently I realize the road which connects my house to the university I’m studying at is really lovely all the way from the highway to the village roads. There are long straights to build up some speed, there are tight well-cambered corners and there are long, sweeping bends through which you can feel the car playing “dare” with the laws of physics.

I should imagine that something like the SL 55 could cover the whole stretch on the highway at an average speed of 180km/h.

But of course the local highway bureaucrats have decided that the speed limit should be half that. Just 90km/h. They even send a civil servant in a car to a special pig perch every so often so he can shoot a photograph on the disobedient. Then on the normal winding road into the university, people would be doing about 40km/h.

This is extremely dangerous because....

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-When the chips are down it’s time to dig deep and go for all the marbles-

Sometime back we heard about a business man who was crashed by a contruction concrete while he was in his Beemer. Died on the spot i reckon , many things intrigued those who are still young and on their way up in the corporate ladder. Why did he had to go so early? What about his wife and children? Did he had any children? But for me only one thing that was truly shocking. He had died at the age of 30 something years old. And theres another , who died of a heart attack at 35 and another diagnose with cancer at the age of 29. Now i know that if you’re 7 years old , 35 is as far away as the moons of Jupiter. But for me , living in the accelerated space-time continuum of the teen era , 35 is like tomorrow morning.

Scientist say the smallest measurement of time is a femtosecond. A billionth of a second or something. But when your little number 1 infront of your age turns to 2 , the smallest measurement of time , actually , is one year. If all goes well and you lived up to 30 , thats when the problem starts to come.

I don’t really think often about how I shall die and when. I find myself looking at really old people and wondering what it must feel like , to know that you’ve reached a point in your life where its expectancy is measureable in minutes. Why aren’t they running around waving their hands and panicking , because everything they love and hold dearly , will soon be replaced by something unknown.

Now i was on the dining table with my family for dinner....

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-When the chips are down it’s time to dig deep and go for all the marbles-