so swift with nothingness

This New York experience was intriguing
though quite unsettling. I lost my phone
the first night of debauchery as well
as a generous amount of almonds and
blah blah. New York is exhausting. I don’t
know why I find it so enticing but I can
see why some are fond of Jersey. It is
such a different pace there I can’t help
but feel like it’s a lovely escape from
the chaos of the city of Manhattan and
its surrounding boroughs. As I sit here
in LaGuardia peering around the tablet
station, I see a woman looking at the
cost of education within the Butler
University website. There is also a
hearing on Syria military action with
Secretary of State John Kerry playing
on the television in the corner of the
large window. I noticed he stumbled
upon his words when responding to a
question about support being provided
by the government. I can’t really pay
attention to what’s being discussed
mostly because of a hangover that
hasn’t really gone away since I woke
up after eleven in the morning and
rushed as fast as possible to Queens
to gather my belongings and catch the
bus to travel for an hour and forty
minutes in order to get to my flight
in time, which wasn’t departing until
four thirty but for some reason seemed
to be sooner than I had expected. This
city does that though—influences a
sense of urgency among its residents
and visitors no matter what the activity.
Even as I sit and wait for my computer
to charge completely, it’s like I cannot
stop thinking about life but that doesn’t
really mean anything. I guess the pace
of my brain is so swift with nothingness
it’s kind of comical. I wish I could take
photos but my batteries are dead. I
thought about purchasing new batteries
for my Nikon camera but my feet are so
tired and my body wants nothing but
cheesy carbs on a level that deems
movement of the body frivolous. So
silly this does feel as I ramble on.

first impressions of Charlotte

When I waited to board the Charlotte Light Rail, which parallels South Boulevard, I had not the slightest clue what to hypothesize about my first impressions of Charlotte. To help calm my nerves, I felt it necessary to note a unique attribute on a railway platform.

In the midst of scrambling about the uptown area of Charlotte, eagerly scouring glass windows for a glimpse of a doughnut display, wandering around resplendent street corners, I found myself in a constant frenzy with the city’s clean air and the communal appreciation for creating a sort of soothing atmosphere in which everyone can thrive.

I felt this itch to assiduously observe my surroundings in order to capture in writing, or with the snap of a camera, sources of inspiration and things out of place so I went about the streets bending my neck and looking in almost every crack in the sidewalk to extract anything out of the ordinary. The moment I focused my attention to the sky and the tips of architectural erections, the more I was intrigued by the aesthetic of Charlotte.

I felt the impulse to capture things I wanted to photograph in black and white because of the comfort level that I had achieved without the challenge of colors. After trying to photograph a building partially obscured by the clouds, the timelessness of the center and nearby edifices didn’t seem to burst through the lack of pigmentation.

What seemed gaudy in design, translated to something of a clean and precise sort–a relinquishing of one’s lofty claims and reinstating visual depictions and stability, hospitality and solemnity.

The library was one of the first places I wanted to visit once I had arrived in Charlotte but it wasn’t until a few days after I arrived when I finally had the opportunity to bask in the literary repository of Charlotte’s main branch. On the way, I was fascinated by the vast blue sky that seemed to extend across all edges of the southern terrain.

to take the CELTA course

During the summer of 2010,
I went to New York to obtain
certification to teach English
as a foreign language to non-native
speakers. It was a journey taken to
escape the perils of graduating
without full-time employment
and seemed like an exceptional
method means of traveling the globe.
Training was more intense than I had
anticipated but monstrous signs on
buildings were the perfect anecdote
for my allergic reaction to the monotony
of elucidating meaning, function and
pronunciation of target language.