Carillon Flower

thanks to andy for letting me drunkenly rampage in his house and take pictures of everything, including alex’s toes. i told alex i would censor the toe dirt, and she said, no, she thinks the world ought to see toe dirt. what a strong woman. Andy said in the kitchen he offered me nuts and I threw them in the kitchen which surprised the hell out of him. Then I bent down and started cleaning them up. He said if I wasn’t the nicest person he ever knew he would have decked me one. Haha. Something like that. Click read more, it sure won’t click itself.

This was the Nikon, not the smell phone.
I don’t even like tagging what I do as photography. It’s “taking pictures.” Shit, can you change tags? I’ll find out.

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Dizzy

I was going to censor some of these pictures, like this:

\but then I got the case of the fuck-its and I didn’t.

So here’s all the pictures. No censorship. I don’t have the heart. But I don’t want to talk about it anymore. We were just being silly as beans, nothing happened. David says to me, “yeah right, you can fertilize the lawn with that one , buddy.” :) It was just a fun day with a friend of mine who I’ve known for 6 years or something. Fugghediboutit. Some kids tried to sell us handmade records for $5. We shared a beach for a bit with a cute puppy and a young hottish complainy girlfriend. My beer storage compartment (belly) was raging and on display for all to see. I saved her from being swept away by the current, I think. That is a palm frond coming out of my crotch-hole and I can’t remember what possessed me to do that, but I wasn’t in all that sober a mood.

You have to click read more to see more.
What I’ll do is not publish this post till I post the next bunch of pics.
And not promote/link to this one.
And then hopefully no one will ever see it.
Shhh…
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Exit Through the Slaughter House

(* as designed by Kroger and Temple Grandin)

So here’s like three hundred and something pictures.
I can’t possibly label them all so instead I’ll put some here with commentary.
They’re taken by cellphone so they mostly stink/are blurry with only a few delights to enrich and surprise which I will ruin right now:

In L.A. Noire, you can actually kill someone if you try hard enough.

My mother got this as a captcha and said, “Umm… Brooke, can you come look at this?”
I mean, what does that say to you?
And if it does say that, why isn’t anyone listening to its advice?

Many Friday and Saturday nights (11-2am?) you might find me at Carytown Sushi with the inexcusably hot Ms. Lynne. And then crazy stuff like this ^ happens. A brass band out there played for the masses and then crossed the street and played happy birthday to a lady without missing a beat (“literably!”). Lynne’s wild-eyed friend made me tip them $20 rather than getting change. All for a good cause I guess.

The cops came and we all thought there would be a beat-down, but they were responding to some call and left the festivities alone. (go RVA!) I just like that this girl is looking at the camera. There were so many teenie-babies in carytown, even at the hookah shop. Like going to the mall.

Do I like it cause it’s beautiful or because it looks like a titty?
A little of column A, a little of column B. Hey bebe, nice columns.

The day after rapture day (May 21st) I put on my shirt from the Bioshock release party not even realizing that it had “Welcome to Rapture” on the front. That was funny.

I was going through some archives today and saw that I had actually taken a picture of an RV at a rest area with May 21st fearmongering pap all over it. I think I took it either in 2010 or early 2011. If I was less lazy I’d go find it for you and if you were less lazy you’d care that I did it. Luckily, we’re perfect for each other.

From The Young Ones. I watched this episode on rapture day not even knowing that it would mention the four horseman of the apocalypse.

I not only find this pug funny-looking, I find it funny on a genetic level. How can you evolve like this? Seems totally counter-productive excepting that people take pity on your mental and physical defects and give you a home and a bowl of dog chowder.

The window in my parent’s shed. I just like it. Reminds me of the decaying-beauty girl on Tumblr that braves dangerous wastelands and takes pictures of abandoned Richmond stuff. She’s brilliant.

Socialism isn’t cool, but poverty and homelessness are the tops! This guy had some other right-wing stickers, but look at the state of the inside of his car. Do you really want to take his political advice when he can’t even keep his dash tidy?

Another Kroger shot. I take it with a sense of humor. Someone else grabbed this and said, “oh, your Aunt Hindquarters will just looove this!”

My brother asked me why it was mysterious AND mystifying? I was stupefied.

This was my wedding photo in a nice old frame. That’s me on the right, wearing a kilt. Someone wanted to reuse the frame so they pulled my photo out and it stuck to the glass leaving this very odd impression. I really like it. Plus, it protects the identity of the woman who was insane enough to marry me who also happens to be the only one of my ex’s who refuses to talk to me. Unless you count Sarah, but maybe she just didn’t get my email.

We had a bunny get stuck in the fence in our new back yard. It knew we were trying to help as it went all limp and allowed us to try and squeeze and manipulate it in order to get it through. Nothing worked. Finally I got those wire cutters and clipped a piece of the fence and bent it back. He ran away and only turned to say, “thanks gents, right kind of ya! here’s a pile of musket balls i made myself.”

I don’t like to brag (I do), but I have the looooongest jumper cables in the world. They are huge. Just ask Katie. I saved her Prius even though that battery isn’t even normal. I had to look up where to sink my teeth in on the internet. You pull out this silver tab and hook the other one on the frame. Nothing exploded, but her daughter did shut her finger in the door. And there was blood and tears.

You can’t see what a perfectly round ball the sun was, sitting in the little nook on the horizon. Ah well. My only caption for this when I posted it on Tumblr was: “I love you.” Who did I mean? The sun? The viewer? All that is? I forgot actually. I was in a semi-soft jazz mood. Ew.

Never has Krusty the clown looked so scary. I bought a hookah at the Carytown Hookah shop for our little side porch.

More hookah shop stuff. I think one of the pictures I took is of a glass-bowl PUG?

As my brother was making a fritata he got an email telling him to make a fritata.

Can’t get it up? Can’t urinate on command? You need Johnson Controls!
(Sorry, I have a visual imagination/sense of humor.)

One of my favorite persons who will be leaving me for Seattle this month I think. :_(
Do people really leave Richmond, Virginia? It always gets you back eventually, right?

A pirate party for my nephew’s 1st birthday. My brother made an apple and banana “crab” (shaped) cake. Of course, the theme was just for the adults because I don’t think Liam even made conscious recognition of all the pirate business.

They had a bubble machine. I like that a bubble decided to highlight david’s mouth.

“I am the eye in the sky, looking at yoooooooouuuuu oooohhh oooh, I can read your mind!”

My brother in the backyard. Pink balloon. No context.

Brit’s bruvah. Got to love that Mogwai shirt.
There was some crazy-ass corn hole going on that day.

I can’t wait to have my own house-warming party (this one was family-only, sorry.) Not sure if we will try and merge my old, bitter, cynical, drunkard friends with max and britt’s young, fresh, and hip friends. Would be interesting, anyway.

One dog stands alone. This was what I found when excavating the new grill post-cookout.

Behind our house is the “alley of 1000 smells” ~ it goes on forever. This is the guardian of said alley. Gotta love Northside alleys, you can just traipse about in there all day. Carry your beer, nothing to fear!

Torch in the back yard taken in reverse color… or batman? You decide.

I love you.
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Anything that starts with z (the ones at the end) were submitted by friends who sent me text messages.

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KindaTumbly

KindaTumbly from Brooke Colquhoun on Vimeo.

A partial recap of kindagamey.tumblr.com.

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General Dynamics

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C.I.A.

Lady in the neighborhood walking down the street, talking to all the dogs that barked at her. Love those pigtails.

The majority of the pictures were taking at the Artisans, Health, and Healing gathering on the Pamunkey Indian Reservation. I found out about it through the Richmond Consciousness Meetup thing. They have meetups for almost anything you can imagine.

I got an amazing Reiki healing for $1/minute. I’d never done it before; threw down a $20. The lady was apparently told by her guide to focus entirely on my crown chakra at the top of my head. (It might have been her ass guide that made the request because focusing on the top of my head allowed her to do the entire session sitting down.)

She said I was about to get a ton of new information and she had to prepare the way. I feel that way too. I have for a long while. Like it’s some kind of birthing process. I think I’ve been steadily clearing out a lot of unnecessary information as well. I was so focused on these ideas that I thought could help people get a new world-view for so long and now they’ve dissipated and instead I just have an vague sense of… I dunno. My head is far clearer than it was. Whatever that lady did really, really helped.

[ Then again, my brain has also been relieved of the duty of thinking entirely about sex lately, which normally overloads the processor and prevents any serious thinking from getting done. I figure I have 3-4 days before my intellect is destroyed, the testicles resume power, and I go back into glassy-eyed male mode. Heaven help my lycanthropy. Luckily, I'm just not a hairy dude so no-one ever notices the change. It can get a bit bitey though. ]

The end pictures are Richmond rains flooding Broad Street outside of Emilio’s after we got back. It was up to the middle of the newspaper boxes. Seems impossible now? (I got trapped in the Lee’s Chicken which I had never been to. It was delicious, but I regretted it even before getting the food. This was the universe’s way of punishing me. The other way it punished me concerned toilet matters I won’t go into here.)

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Dance Dance Dance

Some cellphone pictures.

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Maya Origins

edit: I am never going to finish this post. I still had loads more to type and didn’t.
It’s just been sitting there in the Drafts column and I don’t want it there anymore.

So here you go. -the KG that exists Sunday May 15th, 2011 @ 10:49 in the am, a very different KG from the other nice fellow that wrote this.

 

Excerpts from The Book of Destiny Unlocking the Secrets of the Ancient Mayans and the Prophesy of 2012
by Carlos Barrios, Mayan Elders Council

Tula: The Mother Civilization

p. 49

According to stories told by Elders from the most traditional tribes, the Maya are descended from a mother civilization called Tula, or Tulán, which gave rise to all of the mysterious and powerful civilizations of the Mediterranean, and the northern part of the Iberian Peninsula. It is the source of all our traditions. In many Mayan languages, “Tula” means “mother’s breast” – the place where our forebears drank of knowledge.  The original civilization was located on a continent, now gone, in the middle of the Atlantic.

(what if it wasn’t another continent now gone, what if it was already taking place undersea? or on a different planet? or what if the earth was in a different location in the solar system? listen to this account and try and, if you let your imagination run wild and don’t think of the maya as primitives, figure out what this event beyond words is trying to relate. -KG)

The Popol Vuh give the following account:

From there we came, from Tulán Zu. That is where our first fathers were created: B’alam K’itze’, B’alam Aq’ab, Majukutaj, and I’ki’ B’alam.

From there they came, from the East…. Many left, each with their families, multiplying there in the east. Still in darkness, before the sun had dawned and there was light, they were all together doing many things there in the east. Without knowledge of food, they lifted their faces to the sky and did not know how to leave it. There they were, there in that sweetness, white men and black men. From them the different generations of the world are descended…

(Watch for the “…”, that’s not me. Every time it seems the Popol Vuh is about to discuss the nature of those from whom all are descended, he gives us an ellipses and shoves it under the rug. Hmm… also, did it not sound like we came from a time or orbit when we had no sun? Read it again. If a race evolved on a dark planet wouldn’t they have an incredible knowledge of the movement of the stars? There wouldn’t be food without sun. That makes me want to make a black-paneled comic strip. You could only see in reverse, blots of dark objects against a star-scape.)

They did not have idols then, but all spoke the same language. They followed the mandate the Creator had given them, Heart of Sky, Heart of Earth, waiting for the Sun to rise.

(“They did not have idols then?” and instead spoke the same language. So having an idol meant adopting a new language? Were idols the gods from above whom we chose to worship? From which we carved physical idols as representations and worshiped those as gods on Earth? If we followed the mandate of a creator (Tao) then we were probably an organically organized (stable) society; as in, not unbalanced because nature follows the mandate of the creator and nature is symbiotic with the universe/larger and smaller natural systems.)

From there we came, that is where we were given our names. There they came together to await the dawn, to wait and watch for the star that comes before the sun when it rises.

From there we came, that is where we divided, they said to one another. Thus they were sad and felt pain because they had no food or sustenance. Only the roots of sweet cane did they smell, and it was as if they were eating but in reality they were not.

(“That is where we were given our names; that is where we divided.” What were you before division? One god? One creature? One race with no individuality? Were each of these men a direct descendant of a particular deity/being and that is why they each were given a different deity, language, and name? Thus creating the varied races and cultures of the world? Is the Earth a melting pot where separate races could combine their human DNA? Are aliens not alien?)

(“There they came together to await the dawn,” it sounds like they are awaiting the first dawn on earth ever. The first time either the earth was moved into position to have a sun, or that something was moved towards us, or even ignited such as in 2010. The book 2010 says that it is Saturn that ignites into a new sun, not Jupiter as in the movie. There seems to be no light and no vegetation in this new land and they are awaiting a star to signal the coming of the new sun. In a strange detail, it mentions that “only the roots of sweet cane did they smell.” Can you smell roots? I can’t. Perhaps they had abilities we did not? Perhaps they had sensors that could detect vegetation was present that wanted to rise, but required light to pull it through the soil? Perhaps they were seeking a planet which could sustain life?)

Their passage over the sea when they came was clear, as if there were no sea at all. They crossed over on stones. They came here, and the stones were protruding in a row in the sand when they came. Stepping-stones they are called, pulled up out of the sand that path they used to cross the sea, which divided and they came here.

(Here the sea divides and stones rise from the sands to bring them to the new land. Or did they part the sea of the Milky Way and make a galactic path as planets rose like stepping stones to meet their feet?)

Here we will not see the dawn of the sun on the face of the earth, they said when they came. They left the path and surely fell asleep along the way. One of the tribes that woke up continued to watch the star that signaled the coming of the sun.

This was the sign they thought was the dawn when they came from the east. Their faces were one when they came from there, such a great distance away.

p. 51

The Memorial of Sololá, also known as the Annals of the Kaqchikeles, tells a similar story:

I shall write the stories of our first fathers and grandfathers, one of whom was called Jakawitz, the other Saqtekaw. In the stories they told, from across the sea we came from a place called Tulán, where we were begotten, where our mothers and fathers gave birth to us. Oh, our children! So said the fathers and grandfathers who were called Jakawitz and Saqtekaw, they who arrived in Tulán, the men who begot us, the Xajila’…

(Elipses again! From the glossary: Xahil – A tribe within the Kaqchikel people that came with the others from Tula. The Xahil were the ones who parted the sea with their magic staff.)

When we arrived at the gates of Tulán, we went to receive a red staff, and thus we were given the name Kaqchikele.

Oh, our children, said Jakawitz and Saqtekaw. Let us thrust the tips of our staffs into the sea, and soon we shall cross the sea on the sand, using the colored staffs we received in Tulán. And so we crossed over the row of sand when the bottom of the sea had parted. All rejoiced when they saw the sand in the sea.

(The bottom of the sea parted? They were at the bottom of the sea, or an earthquake split the seabed and water retreated? This is sounding pretty moses-esque, no?)

The Venus Moon

These are not direct from the Popol Vuh, this is Don Carlos talking:

p. 71

In the Popol Vuh, for example, we read that million of years ago Venus was one of Jupiter’s moons. It fell out of orbit as a result of some kind of collision, possible with a giant meteorite, and passed very close to the Earth, affecting our planet’s axis and causing earthquakes, floods, and geographic changes.

Don Isidro tells us that this is the reason Venus is so important to our tradition. As our Elders remember it, Venus was responsible for the great cataclysms. Known as the Vukuk Kakix, it was thought it was as great as Heart of Sky. Its teeth made of gold shone when it smiled, reflecting brightly. It wanted to trick everyone by saying, “I am the Sun. I am the Moon.” For a while Vukuk Kakix actually did appear bigger than both the sun and the moon. It had two children, Cabrakan and Zipakna. Zipakna would form big hills and mountains while his brother slept. When he was done, he would rest and his brother Cabrakan would shake the Earth and destroy the mountains, changing the course of rivers. These two were finally defeated by humans. Heart of Sky, hearing the please of human beings, rearranged the sky and left Vukuk Kakix in its current orbit, punishing its arrogance and forcing it to announce the coming of the Sun and the Moon.

The Pleiades Cluster

p. 74

The purest Mayan tradition says that we are intimately related to the cluster of stars known as the Pleiades, the origin of reality, the manifestation of life, and all knowledge. Our first guides, the B’alameb’ B’alam K’itze’, B’alam Aq’ab’, Majukutaj, and I’ki’ B’alam, lived on the Earth to settle and spread our tradition and once they restored harmony to the planet, after a great punishment, they wrapped themselves in the Pixom Q’aq’al, or Sacred Cloak, and left for their father’s homeland, Tulán, in the infinite space of the Pleiades. Further, according to the Popol Vuh, the deity Zipakna killed the Four Hundred Boys who rose up to the sky and became stars in the Pleiades.

p.s. If you are into .torrents, The History Channel’s Ancient Aliens series is pretty interesting and not dismissive.
The Yes Men released their documentary on torrent as well.

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I BROADCAST THE FEED

 

http://www.youtube.com/kindagamey
http://www.youtube.com/user/KindaGamey#grid/user/DDFC8F932DEB37C2
http://kindagamey.tumblr.com/
http://www.facebook.com/KindaGamey
http://twitter.com/#!/kindagamey

It’s behind me so it’s hard to make out. Behind personality even. I’m not sure how deep it goes, but it seems pretty far. It seems fractally deep whether you move towards it inwards or outwards, it just depends on which way you think you’re turned; inside or out. What’s personality? A lens of decisions, preferably conscious ones, that alter the feed. We agreed on the feed because we all were me and so was I you. If you aren’t conscious, you a pattern resequencer. It’s not a terrible function, it is a necessary step in eventually generating conscious beings that reshape the feed according to their will; which is the feed’s will as the feed has injected free will and personality into itself to see how the individualizations will alter things without direct manipulation. The probability patterns extend infinitely from every ridiculous thing you could imagine happening at once in cacophony to the mundanely flat and simple, thick and slow, and there in that vast sea of probability patterns is a version of our world in a state where things are so teetering and so helpless and so misguided and so vulnerable and frightened and angry and selfish and free and wild and you see the beautiful creative future that arises from out of it and the thick, full blossom of the fourth dimensional surge of relieved emotions across the world, growing out of that gorgeously tragic timeline and unwrapping like a rose at the end of a thick knot of thorns and damn if it isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and god, what would it be like to experience that, that suffering over and over and over and then this amazing reawakening into the bliss of reuniting individualized personality with cosmic knowledge/being, and so you chose to ride that wave as a human and experience it yourself, but you sent personality as your surrogate which can change it’s own destiny, it can reshape the storyline as personalities do, but the outline is written and the goal is the same. The ending is joy, love, experience, wisdom, compassion, empathy, worthiness, independence and interdependence, abundance, consequence, creativity, crushing limitations and limitless freedom. You wouldn’t have chosen any other path because they don’t as beautifully serve the incredible creative project that is going on here. You chose to be here to experience this. You didn’t have to choose a lifetime to follow, to choose to forget who you are, but you felt it would be entertaining, wonderful, educational, thrilling. So it is. We dip our toes in the feed and we sing. What to drink? What to sing? Make yourself a story.

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Noise Orchestra

 


Testing, one two, testing one two, is this thing on? Level check, mike one two. Yeah, that’s good.
Helloooooo Richmond, Virginia!

Went to see the nude show Disrobed at Gallery 5.
It was amazing and I seemed to be the only person smiling the entire time.

Some of the models tried to make you feel as if you were naked by giggling at you and looking down toward your private spaces, but it didn’t bother me at all. I wasn’t uncomfortable; I love the human form. If I had had to get naked as a prerequisite to seeing the gallery show I totally would have done it. I think we’re all curious about each other and it was great to see people so willing to shed their inhibitions, all shapes and sizes, all sorts of ages. (Next time though they should get some scented candles, for real.)

Saw a noise orchestra pre-show. That was exciting for the audial canals. I want to play in one, looks fun.
Saw an amazing upright bassist play Kashmir and Billie Jean downstairs in the Gallery 5 firehouse.

Ashton and I played disc golf and she found the aborted remains of a baby bird cast from a powder blue egg that had fallen out of a nest. We think that pointy thing was a beak. She’s gross, I know.

Got drunk at Late Night Carytown Sushi (Fri, Sat 11pm+) and that’s probably why all the pictures of me are blurry. I was a mess. Lynne is far more beautiful blurry than I am.

Check out Tumblr if you get a chance. I added a link to mine on the right -0>
http://kindagamey.tumblr.com/

I’ve been obsessed with it lately. They even have some amazing NSFW tumblr’s you can spruce up your feed with. Get your daily regimen of nakedness, art, bliss, organization, peace, and color! (It helps!) Since my relationship ended I’ve missed the color peach terribly; luckily Tumblr has restored health to the peach-absorbing rods and cones of my eye that were beginning to atrophy.

Oh, and on a technical note, my blog was crashing one of the webmasters.com servers and they had to shut it down. I was running PHP5 which created too many processor threads, so I’ve downgraded to PHP4 and it seems to be ok now, although still too slow for my tastes.  I’m surely about to run out of space and I think I’m already exceeding bandwidth. The Senior Administrator actually wrote me a polite and professional email telling me why they had to shut me down (which is weird because most senior administrators in my experience are condescending dickheads) and I was ready for confrontation, but his professionalism was a most welcome surprise and makes me want to stay with them even though I was ready to bail.

I really kept doubting the traffic numbers he was giving me, though. Like, I refuse to accept that anyone is actually reading this site. I mean, no one comments or says shit. When I accidentally mis-link or post images so large they can’t be viewed, no one ever says, “hey buddy, you stink!” like they do all over the rest of the web. The threads that get hits are weird old posts that have nothing to do with nothing. I assumed all the hits were bots, but he said bot hits were only in the single digit percentages. So what’s going on? Maybe google images hotlinking? Maybe people are actually looking at the site? Maybe it’s just me clicking edit a million times and reformatting all my comma placements. I don’t know, but I’m going to have to change my pattern sometime soon.

According to google analytics I’m only getting 30-70 hits a day so I don’t know why their stats say I’m getting way more.

Webstats says:

Google Analytics says:

I despise advertising and think we should have the right NOT to be pandered to, but here’s the rub: if I get a dedicated server they want $99/month for hosting. Say whaaaaaa? I barely put any effort into this at all and it really is just a half-assed hobby. It helps me document what I’ve done and where I’ve been (cause I sure as hell won’t remember.) I’m not a success-chaser waiting to pounce on a long-term takeover of the internet like some. I will never beg anyone to like or subscribe to anything. I’m just a dude who needs to express himself creatively (like a cat?) or I get all down on myself and emotionally constipated. Unlike many, I don’t want to be big time because being big time inevitably leads to a suppression of authenticity. Showing feelings of an almost human nature? As the fat animated judge says, This… will… not… do! (Call the schoolmaster!)

Anyway, Ashton had the idea of advertising to my friends and locals instead of corporations. Locals, artists, etsy folks, that sort of thing. People that need jobs even. That would be kind of cool. I’m thinking about it, there must be a way. If there’s an ad I want it to stimulate the mind, encourage people to branch out and share, not constrict people into consumerism and counter-productive human behaviors.

“Shut up already and show the photos!”
Fine.

edit: I forgot to add that Arianna’s Eggplant Parm pizza is one of the best things you ever put in your mouth. Vegetarian friendly, and yet hearty enough even meaties won’t complain!

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