Saturday, March 13, 2010

Horsetail Firefall


Horsetail Firefall
Originally uploaded by Wiggum03

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Hawksbill Cay, Exuma, Bahamas - 18 Fritz swimming with mating sharks 6-25-2008 6-48-03 PM 4000x3000

Friday, June 20, 2008

IMG_0082


IMG_0082
Originally uploaded by jenniferablakemore

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Edge Of Love Lyrics



The edge of Love
The edge of Love, like a knife
Shimmer shines when it hits the light
Just like that It'll change a life
And it makes time stand still
It makes time stand still

The edge of Love, here I stand
Feels like sky where they should be land
I want to fly, want to take your hand
And just let time stand
Just let time stand still

The weather's fine
Maybe I'm your leap of faith
I know it's right
cause you're my amazing grace
and you make time stand still

The edge of Love, here I stand
Feels like sky where they should be land
I want to fly, want to take your hand
And just let time stand
Just let time stand still

The edge of Love, the only way
Just give it all for heaven's sake
and when we fall God will keep us safe
And that's when time stands still
That's when time stands still

Friday, March 28, 2008

08_3.27_Marquis@Napoleon-13


08_3.27_Marquis@Napoleon-13
Originally uploaded by D.FINE

Monday, February 25, 2008

Akira Rabelais : Vniuer

Friday, February 15, 2008

 
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Friday, February 08, 2008

Gmail - top o' the morning to ya - mediaexec@gmail.com

"After you left, I went back to sleep for about a half hour, and in that time I somehow managed to have the strangest dreams – involving a fox-like looking dog dressed like Robin Hood, my mother and me catching some weird neurological disorder that resulted in my putting on two different shoes and then falling over a lot, trying to navigate a new tube system in London from some place I’ve never heard of, shopping at Filene’s Basement, and the Swedish Embassy. Thank you for flying A’s Brain. Buh bye now."

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Khash Berglind staring right at Camera Berglind smiles Sushi Groove San Francisco summer 2007

Juice Boyz Miami Karl Patchaya Summer 2007 Miami San Francisco 1100 Hollins 21223 015

Juice Boyz Miami Kaori Fritz Summer 2007 Miami San Francisco 1100 Hollins 21223 016

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Anchorman (2004)


The only way
to bag a classy lady
is to give her two tickets
to the gun show...
and see if she likes
the goods.




Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Keywords Career



Modular
Design
Real Estate
Marketing
Customer Service
Shopping
“Collective Space”
Luxury
Eco
Travel
Turnkey
Business Development
Web
Search
Organic, Self-Organizing Systems
Social Networking
Sales
Advertising
South America
Fractional ownership
San Francisco
Estancias
AV
Video


Saturday, July 29, 2006

Sunday, July 16, 2006

post moon


Bittersweet Chocolate
Short Thumbs
Wry Smile
Phrases stretched out in monosyllabic dissonance
Little hands rolling sushi
Sweet Big Brown Eyes that remind me of brown sugar
Clunky sexy feet, in their own little girl way
Red curtains velvet cake shoes arranged with reverence
Perfect
But Mercury is in retrograde


Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Thursday, July 06, 2006

LIST Thursday July 7


LIST: Thursday, July 06, 2006

  1. Study 3 Hours

  2. Call Vincenzo, change lock to push button lock

  3. Mom is with Grandma June’s cousin, a lawyer, today to review Karl’s contract

  4. Read article “New Developments in Luxury Living” and read what Donn Davis, John Letham and Mark Gregg are up to

  5. Sarah Segura: make meeting, see Maddie!

  6. late gift for Rachel [art, sewing, moma, gallery, cornell, kitchen, craft, modern]

  7. gift for Tim [photography, astronomy, ceo, sales, brainstorming]

  8. Visit Doctor next week

  9. Sell the S.S. Puffin, Buzzard’s Point Marina

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Monday, June 12, 2006

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Photo_061206_004.jpg
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Karl Trycicle Delivery


Karl Trycicle Delivery
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Sweet Rain v2

somewhere inside my conscious drought,

I sometimes sit like a little girl

wearing a new outfit she is not so sure about..

The girl's fidgeting slowly abates,

as the distant cycle of dissonant waves fades.

Your dulcet voice and smile soon imbue

the air with million glints and bright hue.

the ambrosia rain,

divine nectar for those who feign gods.

Eclipse of the Heart



I awaken in the middle of the night covered in sweat. Trying to pinpoint the lunar streaked thoughts that woke me this eve, I rummage through a million images, a coastal sea cave, a settlement table, and a myriad of others. Text messages flash from friends out partying- electro eclipse party, missed call from Vinny, no call from you. I wish I had never heard the tale of my father’s lack of consideration before I went to bed tonight. I feel alone and thinking that I wish that money hadn’t meant so much to him, I wish that someone still valued love and family. I am alone with my thoughts, I hope that the ghosts of dead corporations and pollution and greed won’t drown Bangladesh into oblivion, won’t kill our planet, strangle seabirds, won’t take my father away from me. But slowly, it has. I wish I didn’t feel eclipses so much, but I always do. Alone with my thoughts, big meeting at work tomorrow, and I’m thinking of slipping back into oblivion as I eye a pair of running shoes that will be put to use at 7:00 AM to quiet my beating heart. 3:54 AM eternal.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

The Ten Axioms Choice Theory

The Ten Axioms of Choice Theory
  1. The only person whose behavior we can control is our own.

  2. All we can give another person is information.

  3. All long-lasting psychological problems are relationship problems.

  4. The problem relationship is always part of our present life.

  5. What happened in the past has everything to do with what we are today, but we can only satisfy our basic needs right now and plan to continue satisfying them in the future.

  6. We can only satisfy our needs by satisfying the pictures in our Quality World.

  7. All we do is behave.

  8. All behavior is Total Behavior and is made up of four components: acting, thinking, feeling and physiology.

  9. All Total Behavior is chosen, but we only have direct control over the acting and thinking components. We can only control our feeling and physiology indirectly through how we choose to act and think.

  10. All Total Behavior is designated by verbs and named by the part that is the most recognizable.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Rosie's | Sowebo | Old Town


I visited Baltimore last night with K to have dinner with Miss P and Big K, Rhy-Lee looked on with great sadness at the meal that he could not partake in, his big mug staring from the wood slats of the house length stairs. The entire house was built on land originally owned by James Stirling in the early 1800s, a native of Stirling, Scotland. This street is famous as being one of the first sites for its “dollar houses”, ‘70s program wherein the city sold vacant houses for $1 to those willing to rehab and live in them. The reason for our mini-celebration is my brother’s potential acquisition of a small character laden carry-out in Sowebo complete with a host of characters that would rival any John Waters movie, complete with a Hair raising Reuben sandwich, the single best I have ever had. That such a small kitchen could produce and item of such beauty is amazing. Leave it up to K to find this kind of life crammed into such a small box. But more on that later as that materializes and details hammered out. The area surrounding Stirling Street is an echo of civilizations past, a decaying strip mall straight from Escape from New York…hauntingly desperate alleyways and addicts. Here is an article about the area. http://citypaper.com/news/story.asp?id=4747

Monday, March 13, 2006

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Thursday, February 23, 2006

you have to believe that life is more than the sum of its parts.
maybe somewhere in all of this, there's a reason.
maybe somewhere in all of this, there's a why.
maybe somewhere there's that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard.
but nothing...
not getting angry,
not prayers
and not tears...
nothing can make something that happened unhappen.
maybe we just need the bad stuff to remind us what the good stuff is in the first place.


from: the united states of leland (2003)

Saturday, February 18, 2006

A Picture Share!


Mom's Miami wig
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Friday, February 03, 2006

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Akira Rabelais : Vniuer: "Bohm believes the reason subatomic particles are able to remain in contact with one another regardless of the distance separating them is not because they are sending some sort of mysterious signal back and forth, but because their separateness is an illusion. He argues that at some deeper level of reality such particles are not individual entities, but are actually extensions of the same fundamental something."

Monday, January 16, 2006



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Sunday, January 15, 2006

Matt Jose's Muslim Wedding



Originally uploaded by fhubig.

mom mosque happy.jpg


mom mosque happy.jpg
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Monday, January 09, 2006

Saturday, January 07, 2006

"arrived by ferry at Kumamoto city. got attacked by sea gulls! passed Mt. Fugendake. Surreal feeling that the clear azure sky looks like the indigo night of DC.. "

Friday, January 06, 2006

Saturday, December 31, 2005

Depeche Mode


Depeche Mode
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

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2.jpeg
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Marquis De Rochambeau


The owner of the restaurant (where I worked in 1997), The Marquis de Rochambeau Restaurant and Cabaret Bar, went by the nickname "Mad Max", was a famous neo-cubist painter, author and International Lawyer, spoke 10 languages, was a noted composer, and hermit, he had $10,000 bottles of wine on the menu, had the Gypsy Kings play there, was listed in Details magazine as one of the top 300 places in America:: It makes me sad to see the place shuttered and empty right next to Ristorante Piccolo. I felt like I lived in the heart of Paris there, among Andre Breton and other surrealists. It was rumored that he took acid while cooking often, which made sense when you saw him in the kitchen with his shirt off looking absolutely insane, pipe hanging out of his mouth.

For de Lafayette, food is an art and a science; a poem and an “abstract painting for the eye”.

De Lafayette's published work, books and encyclopedias occupied the highest place of honor in academia and hospitality industry and currently are used as a criteria/standard for excellence in hotels, casinos, resorts and restaurants operation, management and leadership...

"Maximillien de Lafayette lived in a  magical world of arts, music, travel, adventures, drama filled with superstars, composers, singers, painters, authors, adventurers, newsmakers and starving artists, celebrities, characters and people you hear about, you read about but you could not meet. He mingled with celebrities, controversial figures, fascinating and legendary people, leaders, hustlers, preachers, sinners, cabaret owners and homeless shelters keepers, philanthropists and soldiers of fortune, achievers and big time trouble makers. They became part of his life and his lifestyle, writings and delightful madness. And de Lafayette -a son tour- became part of their world...He produced more than 2,000 paintings, authored 97 books, dictionaries and encyclopedia and wrote 20,000 articles, and threw everything away! What a waste!"

What fun!

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Boys of Baraka is a new film about some Baltimore at risk children being shipped to Afrika to start over from the sludge of drugs, lack of education and hopelessness that pervades inner city Baltimore. Its funny that it does indeed "take a Village", literally. I spend the weekend at my ghetto house in Baltimore with my brother, talking to 14 year old drug dealer neighbors, even hiring some of them to help with the cleanup. But they didn't like the hard work and quit after an hour and half, citing the fact that hustling drugs was easier and they made more money. An older one, the shy one of the group, a 21 year named Darren, actually is the Baltimore City chess champion. He has a one year old baby, of course the mom takes care of his child...we took him to Little Italy for dinner, his first Italian food. I'd love to watch this film (!)

Monday, November 28, 2005

Monday, November 21, 2005

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Relationship



Relationship

A real relationship is a pure bond, is a psychic bond with a lot of responsibility.

We share in each other’s lives, particles of matter and space and time fall and reflect off of our skin, our eternal energy plays, grows and wiggles with each the force of our energy.

Mother’s meet and get to know you, children ask who this person is, roommates smile wantonly as they try to cook around the big lug in the kitchen: “The boyfriend”.

Nature rushes past our ears carving into our limited time, like a stream cuts into rock. Slow but steady.

A relationship is a dance.There is weight and it is gyrated, and you dance close, sometimes pull away, but always end up with your noses touching and looking into each other’s eyes. The best relationships are this way.

When you let somebody into your life, it is unavoidable to go with your gut feeling, your instinct. When you decide to let someone into your life, there is a chance that you could have mistakenly missed some signs that relationship wasn’t going to work. But you didn’t care. You were determined to take the person and their Chi and love them no matter what. So strong was the reaction and attraction. You just wanted to live and feel with them, touch their fingertips. Breathe in their musk, so exotic a smell. Their body so exciting to explore. You see if they enjoy pleasure different ways. How far of a return back to their pleasure center by doing it this way versus that- it is seeing how God himself works. Like children, it is innocence and genetics and evolution, but it is refreshingly pure.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Monday, November 14, 2005

Jennifer and Sara



Originally uploaded by fhubig.
Blondes have more fun!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Collective Space Mission


Collective Space Mission Statement:

“Collective Space seeks to find, negotiate and broker real estate deals for charities, not-for-profit corporations and various people that serve the greater Good. We believe that all worthwhile organizations deserve peace, stability and a safe base with which to carry out their all-important missions.”

[I just brainstormed this potential business idea after experiencing the maelstrom of communications after placing feelers out to see if my brother’s N.E. DC warehouse could be rented to the charitable good versus for-profit corporation. So far: a youth development program, a Buddhist organization (needing room for a bookstore/meditation hall and living quarters) and other organizations have expressed interest. In the youth development group’s case, the landlord is giving them two weeks to completely vacate the property. It made me realize that the current real estate environment is pushing out many worthwhile organizations. DC is losing its good and worthwhile organizations who are unable to aggressively negotiate in this accelerated profit-taking environment.] Comments?

Monday, November 07, 2005

Noam Chomsky: "Chomsky says that children are born with a knowledge of the principles of the grammatical structure of all languages, and this inborn knowledge explains the success and speed with which they learn language."

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Friday, November 04, 2005

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Your love lifts my soul



Your love lifts my soul from the body to the sky
And you lift me up out of the two worlds.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Love | Infinite


Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.
The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test.

Translator: Shahram Shiva

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Thursday, September 22, 2005

“Time of My Life: Memoirs of a government agent from Pearl Harbor to the Golden Triangle”



I found my father and mother mentioned in an autographed book that I randomly picked up at my mom’s apartment last night: Adrian Swain’s “Time of My Life: Memoirs of a government agent from Pearl Harbor to the Golden Triangle” on page 383-4. It stunned me to see such a window into their lives.
Here is a detail culled from the Internet: With matter-of-fact casualness Swain tells of having his B-17 shot down over occupied France. With understatement common to "The Greatest Generation," he details escaping with the help of the French Underground and of a personal greeting from the Pope after working his way back though the Vatican in liberated Rome. Any of these adventures, including the parallel story of escape and evasion by his tail gunner, would make a book on its own well worth the price. But the tale continues from WWII through another tour in the Air Force, the FBI, the CIA, DEA, and the war in Viet Nam. We will all love reliving his rolling reminders of the details of the 50's from Salk to Hula Hoops to the U-2 incident
Swain's story starts with Basic training in 1944 with details ranging from the familiar "Take all you want but eat what you take" to saltpeter. Then on to B-17 training at Hendricks Field in Sebring, Florida. Later, like so many incongruities, he was qualified to fly a B-17 but could not legally drive a car – no drivers license!
Although the book ends on a sad note (the loss of his beloved wife Phyllis) it is, throughout, an upbeat and optimistic life story and well worth the price of admission.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Santorini


IMG_2373
Originally uploaded by gurple.
Boy,

I missed it tremendously this Summer. Sighing looking at these pics-

Feurhimmel, Santorini style...

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Friday, September 16, 2005

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Life | Realty | Dot echoes

Life can be such a crazy thing. Shifting, twisting little sands coursing through an ethereal hourglass, sometimes flowing quickly, other times every grain seems to take an infinitely long time to make its way through. I am working today in an antiseptic little real estate office at the cusp of the end of the single largest boom in history, getting ready to truly jump in near the end of it like the adventurer that I am, but wondering if it is indeed wise longterm. Echoes of dotcom business plans practiced at elevator-ride speed and adrenaline from the early 90’s in my head.


I am still here, looking for the surest path to clear mountain and revenue streams that will flow longer than the latest fad.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Photo_081205_001.jpg


Photo_081205_001.jpg
Originally uploaded by fhubig.
Sherman tank, Flamenco beach, Culebra P.R.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

A Picture Share!


A Picture Share!
Originally uploaded by fhubig.
Because roosters don't have a ''snooze'' button...Greetings from Isla de Culebra, Puerto Rico!

Sunday, July 24, 2005

A Picture Share!


A Picture Share!
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Monday, July 18, 2005

YellowWall Portrait


YellowWall Portrait
Originally uploaded by fhubig.
YellowWall Portrait

Sunday, July 17, 2005

motorbike


motorbike
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

motorbike


motorbike
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

motorbike


motorbike
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

karlbikewizzingpast.jpg


karlbikewizzingpast.jpg
Originally uploaded by fhubig.
Bike l mirror l road

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

A Picture Share!

Monday, July 11, 2005

Surfing w/o Sails Josha and Karl


Surfing w/o Sails Josha and Karl
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Josha Wesley Post Windsurfing Bonding

Josha Karl post Windsurfing Looking Tough

Saturday, July 09, 2005

A Picture Share!

Karl on his bike wizzing past me on the way to Windsurfing Lessons! I'm with Josha and Rachel's stepbrother. We are on Route 95 North, just past Bmore.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Jennifer | Fred__Squirell | FoxandHounds

Eyes | B&B | Cartier Brunch


Eyes | B&B | Cartier Brunch
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Tanabata Day

Tanabata Day

According to a chinese legend, Tentei, the celestial emperor had seven daughters. The youngest one, expert in weaving, was called the Weaver (Shokujo or Ori Hime).
Sitting each day in front of her weaving loom she did not weave ordinary fabrics but only celestial brocades for each change in season. Each day the sky's arrangement was one of her masterpieces.
One day, the princess, who was bored in the sky went down to stroll on Earth. There she met a young cowherd who everyone called the Shepherd (Kengyu). They fell immediately in love with each other.

Dissatisfied with her solitary life in the sky and the severe watch of her father, the Weaver dreamed of an impassioned love, a happy future and a peaceful life.
She then decided to stay on Earth next to her companion the Shepherd. They formed an inseparable couple. The man worked in the fields and the woman wove...
A few years passed; from their love a boy and a small girl were born.
But soon the celestial emperor, informed of his daughter's new life, flew into a violent rage and sent a genie to seek his daughter and to bring her back to the sky.
Separated from her husband and her children, the princess started to cry with pain.
Noticing that his beloved had disappeared, the Shepherd placed his children in two baskets at the two ends of a plank and went in search for her. But as he was about to catch up with his wife captive of a celestial genie, the emperor's wife appeared and gave birth with a gesture with her hand to a broad, deep and tumultuous river which stopped the Shepherd.
Very grieved, the latter did not want to leave the river bank.
Ori hime And on the opposite river bank, the Weaver did not stop to shed tears, remaining deaf to the repeated injunctions of her father to resume her celestial weaving work.
In front of so much obstinacy, the emperor made a concession: he allowed his daughter to meet her lover once a year.
Since, each year, the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the celestial magpies form a tempory foobridge above the Milky Way (Ama No gawa), on which the stellar lovers:
Vega (the Weaver) and Altair (the Herdsman), renew their pledge of love.
It is said that at the dawn of this day, it often drizzles; these are the tears of the Vega princess who, clasping her children to her and tenderly holding her husband's hand, cries sadly.

Their tragic separation moved everyone and aroused the liking of everybody. This is the reason why, each year, the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, many people stay up outside to contemplate in the sky the two Vega and Altair constellations which, that day, seem to get closer to each other above the Milky Way.

This legend was probably introduced in Japan during the Nara era (710-794) and was incorporated in the indigenous legend telling the life of the princess Oto Tanabata, considered for the brocades she wove in gods' honour. However Tanabata became a popular festival only in the Heian era (794-1185).
Each year the stars festival: Tanabata or Hoshi matsuri, generally takes place around the 7th of august according to the solar calendar, becoming thus an integral part of the Bon festival (ancestors' cult which takes place on the 5th of august).
However some localities continue to celebrate the stars lovers on the 7th of july according to the lunar calendar.

Seasonal fruits and vegetables are offered to the two stars and bamboo branches are decorated with huge bobbles, paper lampions, strips of multicoloured japanese paper (tanzaku), talismans and small paper ornaments.
On these paper strips each participant writes a poem expressing his wish to see his aspirations in love coming true or a pledge of fidelity in love or the wish to become a better pupil in class.
The bamboo branches thus decorated are placed on a pole in front of the houses and become "summer Christmas trees" (sasa kazari).
At the end of the festival, the bamboo branches are thrown in a river; a ritual act which must move away the bad luck...

Originally the popular belief indicated that on the Tanabata day a girl requesting the Vega princess with sincerity could acquire a weaver's and a dressmaker's talent. In the same way the boys could hope to acquire a calligrapher's talent.

Nowadays the traditional and picturesque Tanabata festival is hardly observed any more... However it remains for many Japanese the day during which the dreams can become reality...

The two most famous Tanabata festivals in the nipponese archipelago take place in Hiratsuka (Kanagawa prefecture) on the 7th of july and in Sendai (Miyagi prefecture) on the 7th of august.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

self-shot Jersey


self | picture
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

sea | horses | sand


beach
Originally uploaded by fhubig.

Saturday, July 02, 2005