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Thursday, 17 December 2009 08:42
So, here we are, the end of another semester.  Out of the three classes I took this semester, I have one A for sure, and another two probables, depending on how the finals turn out.  I think we should be pretty good though.  The oceanography final felt like it got a couple good hits in before I could get control of the whole thing though, so I guess we shall see.  Health was a dream.  For the record, Medhurst from Cuesta College is a wonderful teacher, and if any of the people who might be in charge of paying her should happen across this blog...she deserves to be paid more.  Taking her class was literally a game-changer for me, and it helped me step beyond a few of the personal issues I have been having a problem with, and pushed me to accomplish things in my personal life.  While her methods are different than most teachers, I learned more in her class about myself and about health than I have ever learned in any class.  Kudos to her for that! (as an aside, did you know 'kudo' has no plural in reality, weird huh?)

The end of the semester is always an odd time.  In each class you meet people, talk to them, form some sort of small bond with them for the duration of the class, but when all is said and done, you walk out of that class the day of the final, and for the most part never look back.  I think back over the hundreds of people I have been in classes with in the past, and realize how few of there I still talk to, or even remember.  There are the ones from middle school, or even kindergarten, like my friend Keith.  We still talk fairly regularly.  Or Silent_Bob from middle school, the 'Leprechaun with Shiny Blue Pants' (I KNOW there was a story to the name, but it is lost to the sands of time).  There are so many others that have just...faded into the background.  What does that say about me as a person?  I am not quite sure.  All I know is that I end each semester with a couple people I really hope become fast friends in the long term, but you never know how it will play out in the end.  Will the strands of light that make up two lives weave together to become part of the eternal tapestry?  Or will they diverge and find themselves among other lives on the other end of the loom?  

I have been doing ALOT of photography lately.  I love it, it gives me a wonderful feeling of accomplishment, to be able to capture a moment of beauty.  I feel like I am really starting to get somewhere with it, and getting the equipment to do EXACTLY what I want it to do.  It is a nice feeling to see something come out exactly as it is in your head.

On that note, I need models, so if you live on the Central Coast and want to have your picture taken, please let me know.  All shoots require a model release form so I can use them in my portfolio, and you will be given CDs of all pictures for your own portfolio (if you are into the modeling thing).  I can shoot just about anything, but I have been practicing with my studio work and lighting.  This invitation goes out to everyone, the more interesting looking the better.  

Here are my samples from this weekend:
 


Last Updated on Thursday, 17 December 2009 08:59
 
Between Two Worlds: An Ethnography of the Basque People PDF Print E-mail
Written by Jason Brink   
Wednesday, 16 December 2009 18:04
          For millennia, anthropologists and historians have pored over the myriad cultures of Earth, adding to their stores of knowledge and understanding the histories and beliefs of a wide variety of peoples.  From the plains of Africa and the Australian outback, to the deepest jungles of still relatively unexplored regions of South America and New Guinea, many peoples have been studied, and their cultures extensively documented. Rarely though, does a culture come to light that is in such close proximity to our own western cultures, yet be so fundamentally different as the Euskaldunak people of the Pyrenees mountains between France and Spain. 
 
A Brief Introduction
          The Euskaldunak people are more commonly known in western populations as the Basque.  The name “Basque” comes from the Latin “Vasco” which was adopted by the Spanish and French as “Basko” and “Basque” respectively.  Their name is thought to have been taken from the Vascones, who inhabited an area in northern Spain that currently lies within the boundary of Basque Country.[1]  Due to the Latin linguistic trait of using the same basic pronunciation for both the B and the V (also pronounced as an English B), this “Vascones” could be gradually changed to a “Basque.” 
The “eusk” used by the Euskaldun people themselves is derived from the Basque word “eusk-i”, which would be translated as ‘sun’.  Their name for their language, Euskara, would then be said to be ‘of the sun’, or ‘of the east.’[2]  Suffice it to say that while the outside world refers to them as the “Basque” they refer to themselves as the Euskaldunak, which is the plural of Euskaldun, which means “One who speaks euskara,” their name for their language.  For clarity, ease of reading, and familiarity’s sake, I shall refer to them as Basque throughout this ethnography.

Geographic Region
          As previously mentioned, the Basque inhabit a region on the border between France and Spain in the Pyrenees mountains.  This region is unofficially recognized as “Basque Country”.  Basque Country rests primarily in the territorial claims of Spain, but a small northern area comprised of the French counties of Labourd, Lower Navarre, and Soule are also included in Basque Country.  The total Basque population of the region is in the neighborhood of 3,000,000, though this represents a fraction of the total population as many have moved to other areas of the globe and live in Ethnic Basque enclaves.  The total Basque population globally is estimated to be about 18,000,000, thought for the purposes of this ethnography I will be focusing mainly on the Basque homeland.  The largest city in the region is Bilbao, with a population of 355,000.

History and Origins
          To say that the origins of the Basque are steeped in mystery would be a severe understatement.  They are a fascinating and enigmatic people, and much about their history will leave scholars scratching their head. 
          The first written account of the Basque people was in the 1st century AD, in Pliny’s accounts of what is now Navarre.  Before this written account, there is little written information available to the researcher about the prehistory of the Basque people, though there are many archaeological sites and oral tradition that pass on much information.  There are many archeological sites within Basque territory that provide evidence for continued inhabitance from the Aurignacian period up until shortly before Roman occupation, so it is conceivable that the same group of people could have inhabited the same area for thirty millennia or more.[3]  During this time, a natural cultural progression toward greater complexity can be observed, but it is amazingly untainted by outside influences.  Various local cultures rise and fall, but it stays mostly contained to the region without a large amount of outside influence.  At the beginning of the Iron age, a group of indo-European settlers arrived, fundamentally changing the way life was lived in Basque country.  The Urnfield people from the British Isles are thought to be the most likely candidates for this incursion into Basque territory due to the archeological record.  It is thought that there was some amount of warfare between these two groups, as Basque settlements only appear primarily in defensive positions during this time period.
          The might of Rome reached the Iberian Peninsula and the Basque people in the first century BC, but being an area of little economic value they were mostly left alone.  It is known that the Basque people worked with the Romans in the area, possibly to maintain their autonomy.  When the Romans were in force, they stuck mostly to the more fertile Ebro valley and avoided the mountains.  The Basque, being a primarily mountain people were able to exist for long periods of time relatively unmolested by the rest of civilization.  As Rome imploded, the Basque for the most part went back to their isolated and insular existence, with the exception of several roman legions that had been levied from the Basque and those from the surrounding hill tribes. 
          During the early middle ages the Basque made up what was known as the Duchy of Vasconia, which encompassed all of the modern day Basque homelands.  The Duchy of Vasconia repulsed multiple attempts by surrounding tribes and nations to establish footholds in the Basque homeland in the Ebro valley and surrounding mountains.  They in turn repulsed the Visigoths, the Suevi, the Franks, and in the beginnings of the Muslims from Africa.  In the end, the Duchy was stuck between multiple warring states in the form of the Duchy of Aquitaine in what is now modern day France, the Duchy of Cantabria in what is now northern Spain, and the Islamic domains in the south.  In the end, the Duchy of Vasconia joined forces and was absorbed by the Franks in the Duchy of Aquitaine during the reign of Charlemagne.  After Charlemagne’s death, this union disintegrated and the region was fractured along what have always been fairly stable territorial lines. 
          For a short time, the Basque were able to mostly consolidate their forces and form their own kingdom, known as the Kingdom of Pamplona.  This included all of the Basque homelands, with an exception of a small region in the south known as Banu Qasi, which was made up of Basque Muladi (likely where the modern Spanish term mulatto is descended from, as the Muladi were mixed race descendants of Count Cassius, a Basque nobleman who converted to Islam during the middle ages to maintain control of his territories and avoid being ousted by the Muslims during their initial conquest of the region.[4])
          As the middle ages drew to a close, the Basque lands were all annexed by the Spanish and French empires, which is the same essential situation in which the Basque currently find themselves in, a Nation without a State.

Language
          One of the most enigmatic features of the Basque culture is their language, which is impossible to trace back to any of the greater families of languages.  Basque country is surrounded by indo-European languages, Euskara is clearly a language isolate.[5]  There is much debate among linguists attempting to link the Euskara language to other geographically distant cultures.  Given the existence of the proto-Basque people in the area prior to the ascent of the Indo-European languages, and given the differences between the Euskara language and the other Indo-European languages, the hypothesis that I feel is the most likely is that the Basque language is the remainder of a language that once covered much more of Europe, but was displaced by the arrival of the Indo-European language families.

Land & Inheritance
          As their cultural history would suggest, the Basque have a very close link to their homes and the land they live on, which is often a mostly self-sufficient family operated farm.  In keeping with the pre-historic settlement patterns of the Basque regions, families in many cases will live in the same location for more generations that can be remembered.    Basque surnames are often derived from the place in which their family lives, as opposed to the name of their father as is common in the rest of Europe.  Basque families often live on the same farm for their entire lives, and multiple generations of the same family will cohabitate together with the eldest male in the household being seen as the leader of the family. 
Modern Basque society is mostly patriarchal, with the entire estate generally passing to the eldest child, male or female, upon the father’s death, in a somewhat modified example of single-heir inheritance.[6]  The other children are expected to set off and find their own way in other areas, or remain and work the family land.  This feature of the Basque culture led to a gradual trickle of Basque leaving their traditional homeland to find their fortunes elsewhere.  There are many reports of the younger brothers of the family setting off together as sailors[7] or soldiers, and later returning to the family to live communally on the same farm that their family has owned for generations.  This created a steady stream of sons and daughters of the Basque homeland streaming into the new world to herd cattle, run restaurants, and work in other industries.

Gender Roles
Accounts by early historians observing the Basque, mentioned observing women acting as landowners and church officials, which ran contrary to the standard practices in Europe at the time.  In the rural areas, there was generally a village matriarch who would act as a judge and arbitrator for disputes.  This tended to keep the power balanced fairly evenly between men and women.[8]  In Strabo’s accounts of the region, he mentions seeing women leaders among the people, which struck him as odd.  It is the power possessed by women in the Basque territory that brought the Spanish Inquisition down upon their heads in the early 17th century, leading to the torturing death of many people, primarily women but also men and children, at the hands of the inquisitors.  This episode in the inquisition is seen as one of its darker persecutions. 
Within the Basque culture, women are generally afforded a higher status than in surrounding regions.  This is reflected by the folk religions of the Basque countryside, in which women would play a prominent role and were capable of wielding considerable power.  The folk legends include stories of large groups of women who would participate in collective magical ceremonies.  In the region surrounding Zugarramurdi there is a field that to this day is revered as a place of witchcraft and magic, and was the local target of the Inquisition in the 17th century. 
Tales, such the story of Izar and the Aquellare, serve as perfect examples of the way women were perceived in society.  The Aquellare was an undisputedly evil creature that carried between his knees the skeleton of a mammoth while riding a giant owl, and was always seen in the presence of large groups of female witches who would arrive to do his bidding in open fields that existed for that purpose.[9] 
The primary deity of the pre-Christian Basque people still recorded today is the goddess of the storms, Mari, who lived underground and upon leaving her cave would cause wind and rain to come.[10]  The fact that of the very few deity figures that has survived the arrival of Christianity is a woman says a great deal about the strength and pervasiveness of the belief.  There is also a remarkable similarity in the name of “Mari” when compared with the Christian “Virgin Mary”.  The Virgin Mary was quick to take hold in the Basque culture, and was elevated to the point where the worship of the holy virgin surpassed that of her more commonly worshiped son.  In many circumstances, cults sprang up performing much the same duties as the cults of Mari, but dedicated to the Virgin Mary. 

Basque Families
          The typical Basque family is a very tight knit unit, as one would expect from families with a history of long periods of cohabitation and with a rich cultural heritage.  Women tend to bear most of the burden of raising the children and performing the basic domestic duties such as cooking and cleaning.  Men also participate in these tasks, ranging in participation from very little to very high, though women generally shoulder the majority of the burden.[11]
          A Basque child’s early life is generally lived in close proximity to its mother.  From day one the child is brought up in the ways of the folk religion.  This is for obvious reasons more prevalent in the rural areas, but the children being raised in the city still receive a heavy dose of the rich cultural heritage of their family. 
          Superstition abounds in the early life of a Basque child.  While an amount of superstition is common in the raising of almost all children globally, for the Basque young the world is a colored and somewhat dangerous place.[12]  Children are taught of the spirits of the animals, trees, the dead, and just about everything else.  A strong belief to be wary of the “bezigkoa” or the “evil eye” is instilled in children at a young age.  According the Basque folklore, the evil eye affected children much more easily than anything else, and it was necessary to keep the children alert and aware of it.[13] 
          As children are raised, a high emphasis is placed on physical fitness and sportsmanship.  Children are pressured to excel in games with an emphasis on agility and cooperation.  The attitude of parents is much like the attitude of Spartans in history, with the family being seen as supportive but harsh.  According to some modern, western views of child rearing, the way the Basque raise their children may appear neglectful,[14] but to the Basque within the context of their own culture, it allows the children to grow up strong and able to look after themselves. 
           Basque families often live together in traditional stone two story, distinctly Basque houses.[15]  Within their communities, the houses are painted mostly white, with a red or a green door, as a symbol of their national pride.  The houses are often on landed estates, so there is usually various outbuildings for livestock.

Sports and Competition
          Sports are something highly praised in Basque culture, with children pushed at young ages to engage in sport activities.  Basque sports are often very physically strenuous and carry a higher risk of injury than comparable sports in other European countries.  This is likely due to the rural nature of the population. 
          Basque sports could be said to fall into two categories; sports related to work, and pilota.  There are often contests of strength related to the construction and forestry trades, such as treefelling, log chopping, stone pulling, rowing, grass cutting, or stone drilling.  The majority of these sports were devised while performing various tasks around the farm.  Games such as txinga erute (weight carrying with one weight in each hand) is meant to represent the transport of milk containers, while sports like segalaritza (cutting grass with a scythe) has an obvious relation to the harvest.  Other sports such as bullfighting or the famous running of the bulls in Pamplona have obvious tied to the herding and husbandry trades.   
          The official sport for while the Basque are best known as the originators is the sport of Pilota.[16]  It was once recognized as an Olympic sport but has lost favor in the last century.  There are pilota clubs scattered over the globe, with ethnic Basque players taking part wherever they should happen to be. 
          Pilota is a sport played on a three walled court by two teams of two players each and seems somewhat related to the game of squash.  It is played with a ball with a hard core, wrapped in wool yarn, and covered in a leather skin.[17]  It is known as the “fastest ball game in the world” and players can only compete in the best of physical condition. 
          While not an ‘official’ sport, the event that is best known around the world is the “Running of the Bulls.”  This event was originally designed to transport bulls from their holding pens to the markets for sale, but over the centuries it has become a social and sporting event, bringing the bulls from the holding pens outside the city of Pamplona to the bull ring in the city center where they will be used in bullfights.  This sport has a very high incidence of injury, though most of the injuries caused are due to falling, though some herds such as the bulls of the Salvador Guardiola ranch have an incredibly bloodstained record.[18]  Sports such as the running of the bulls typify Basque sporting events, high energy, high danger, with a premium placed on bravado and courage. 

Basque Politics
          Being in the unenviable position of a nation without a state, the political power has been mostly dissolved since their days as the Kingdom of Pamplona.  Sandwiched between France and Spain, the Basque as an ethnic minority are able to exert almost no power upon their future or the management of their land or resources.  Within the confines of Spain, the Basque mostly control an autonomous community in the northern reaches of Spain.  The Spanish constitution is established in such a way that the local region has a certain amount of autonomy and self-government, provided they follow the rules governing the rest of the country.[19]  These autonomous communities exist within Spain, and all are purported to support an “indissoluble Spanish Nation,[20]” though in practice, independence is universally preferred amongst most Basque.  This Spanish system might be compared loosely to the Bureau of Indian Affairs and the reservation system in the United States, with slightly more freedom and autonomy. 
          In France, the plight of the Basque is much worse than it is in Spain.  The French government has long had a policy of absorption rather than acceptance of ethnic minorities living within its borders.  A great amount of pressure is put on the Basque community to conform by the mono-linguistic education practices instituted by the French government, as well as a general inhospitably toward other cultures.
          For many years, the French government was very open towards the Basque, and even offered sanctuary to the Etarras (a Basque militant separatist organization[21]) for fear that the Spanish government, with their history of repression would harm them.  However, beginning under Jacques Chirac, the French began a policy of open armed repression of the Etarras, going to far as to raid Basque enclaves and bring in known members of the Etarras and their families for detention.[22]
          While the vast majority of the Basque population does not desire to use violent means to attain their goals of total autonomy, it is something that is in the minds of a majority of the Basque populations.  As a nation without a state, they feel the pressure from all sides to become something else, but that pressure serves only to make them more Basque, as it is this cohesion under adversity that has served for so long to inspire the Basque people to cling so strongly to their own identity. 

The Holy World of the Basque
          Of all aspects of the Basque people, one of the most fascinating is their religious system.  As stated before, the only pre-Christian deity that has stood the test of time in any sort of powerful fashion is the goddess Mari, quite possibly due to the similarity of name with the Virgin Mary.  Though she is the only to still have a hold on the Basque people, there are others who are mostly lost to time, but who we know a small amount about.  There was the god Leherren, who was purported to have the body of a serpent and who could be roughly compared in function to the Roman god Mars.  There was the motherly goddess Erditse.  Larraxon, god of the pastures.[23]  Aherbelste, god of the black goats and protector of flocks.
          Aherbelste in particular seemed to play a rather important role in Basque mythology.  The inscription of his name is found on many of the pre-Christian funerary stones found in Basque inhabited areas.  Aherbelste was thought to protects flocks, and a black sheep in your flock was seen as a sign of good luck to ward off evil spirits and disease as it was felt that Aherbelste was embodied in black sheep and goats.[24] 
          Early Basque religion can be easily seen as a polytheistic system, in which superstition and communal nature-based ritual was prevalent, with an animistic perspective having always been present amongst the Basque people.  These deep-seated beliefs in another spiritual level to all of existence have carried over into modern times to produce a profoundly superstitious people with a rich system of tradition surrounding most things that they do. 
          Christianity came to the Basque lands relatively early, given their proximity to the rest of Europe, which was being rapidly converted, but the religion didn’t take hold until some time later.  Evidence exists of attempts at conversion appear in the 4th century, but very little if any Christian architecture or grave markings appear until much later.  Even up into the 1600s, when the rest of Europe was firmly in the hands of one church or another, the Basque were still being persecuted as witches.  The gradual modification of the traditional Basque religion can be seen pulling the Basque people towards a measured conformity, but pieces of their old religion can be seen to this day within Basque society. 
          A good example of this measured conversion is the melding of the Virgin Mary with the Basque goddess Mari.  Mari, being traditionally seen as close to the top of the Basque pantheon, was adopted as the Virgin Mary within sects of the Basque populace, being elevated in status to the point where she surpassed her traditionally more worshipped son. 

Conclusion
          As it can be seen, the Basque people are a complex and enigmatic people, and while I have done my best to cobble together a humble ethnography with the very barest bones of their histories, beliefs, traditions, and systems.  However, as with all people, would require much more than could ever be written into a paper.  I always feel lacking in writing something of this nature, because I feel it would take many years of living with the people, learning their language, studying their history in depth, interviewing their elders and exploring their cities before I would feel worthy to pen a worthwhile ethnography of their people.

[1] Douglass, William A., and Jon Bilbao. Amerikanuak: Basques in the New World. Reno, Nevada: University of Nevada Press, 2005. Print.
[2] Bautista de Erro, Juan. The Alphabet of the Primitive Languages of Spain. Boston, MA: Issac R. Butts, 1829. Print.
[3] Diaz-Andreu, Margarita, and Simon Keay, eds. The Archaeology of Iberia: The Dynamics of Change. London: Routledge, 1997. Print.
[4] O'Callaghan, Joseph F. A History of Medieval Spain. Ithaca, NY: Cornell University Press, 1975. Print.
[5] Ostergren, Robert C., and John G. Rice. The Europeans: A Geography of People, Culture, and Environment. New York: The Guilford Press, 2004. Print.
[6] Gimbutas, Marija. The Living Goddesses. Los Angeles: University of California Press, 1999. Print.
[7] Markham, Clements R. "On the Whale Fisheries of the Basque Province of Spain." Nature 25 (1881): 365-68. Print.
[8] Zirakzadeh, Cyrus E. Hills of Conflict: Basque Nationalism in France. Reno, Nevada: University of Nevada Press, 1991. Print.
[9] Montiero, Mariana. Legends and Popular Tales of the Basque People. London: T. Fisher Unwin, 1890. Print.
[10] Trask, Robert L. The History of the Basque. London: Routledge, 1997. Print.
[11] Bullen, Margaret. Basque Gender Studies. Reno, Nevada: The Center for Basque Studies, 2003. Print.
[12] Clarke, Robert P. The Basques: The Franco Years and Beyond. Reno, Nevada: University of Nevada Press, 1979. Print.
[13] deBlecourt, William, and Owen Davies. Witchcraft Continued. Manchester, UK: Manchester University Press, 2004. Print.
[14] Weyts, Arabelle. Meeting the Needs of Children in Substitute Care: A European Comparative. Gents, Germany: Academia Press, 2005. Print.
[15] Trask, Robert L. The History of the Basque. London: Routledge, 1997. Print.
[16] Bell, Aubrey F. The Magic of Spain. London: John Lane Company, 1968. Print.
[17] Facaros, Dana, and Michael Pauls. Bilbao and the Basque Lands. London: Cadogan Guides, 2009. Print.
[18] Facaros, Dana, and Michael Pauls. Bilbao and the Basque Lands. London: Cadogan Guides, 2009. Print.
[19] Douglass, William. The Basque Diaspora. Reno, Nevada: University of Nevada Press, 1999. Print.
[20] Constitution of the Spanish Nation. Madrid: Kingdom of Spain, 1978. Print.
[21] Zirakzadeh, Cyrus E. Hills of Conflict: Basque Nationalism in France. Reno, Nevada: University of Nevada Press, 1991. Print.
[22] Gal-Or, Naomi. Tolerating Terrorism in the West: An International Survey. London: Routledge, 1991. Print.
[23] Fedden, Katharine. The Basque Country. London: A&C Black, 1921. Print.
[24] Dirven, Rene, Roslyn Frank, and Cornelia Ilie, eds. Language and Ideology. Vol. 2. Amsterdam: John Benjamins, 2000. Print.
Last Updated on Wednesday, 16 December 2009 18:18
 
Photo Shoots Involving Guns PDF Print E-mail
Written by Jason Brink   
Sunday, 13 December 2009 19:42
Yesterday was a good day, with the rain falling most of the day.  Not so hard as to interfere with live, but enough that it could not be ignored.  There is something almost sacred about rain, about water in general.  Heinlein makes this connection in “Stranger in a Strange Land,” when he speaks of the greetings among ‘water brothers,' which is similar to the way water is perceived among the desert peoples of the world.  The highest gift would be a gift of water, rarer than all the spices or minerals that are strewn in the sand.  We forget how rare is truly is, with a massive portion of the earth population without water.  I mean, in this area, we live in a temperate coastal area, with plenty of water for everyone, and so we miss the importance of water to a certain extent.  It becomes a something we take for granted.  Most of western civilization takes water for granted, because by and large we all descend from people who lived in places with lots of water. However, when you look at a Tuareg tribe, plodding their way across the desert from oasis to oasis, they know the value of water.  Though we do not show is as we should, water is arguably the most important substance on the planet.  Without water, nothing moves, inside of us or out.  Our entire world would be nothing but a dead rock hurtling through space without water.  Our bodies would be little more than desiccated husks without water...it makes everything we do possible.  Every time it rains, I am reminded of this.  The rhythmic patter of the raindrops on the roof or the windshield.  The roar of a million tiny oceans crashing down on our heads from their birthplace in the sky...it is an inconvenience at times, but how can you not love it?
 
The Sons of KD Elder
Yesterday I took pictures of The Sons of KD Elder, a rockabilly group fronted by my friend Johnny Hardin.  The shots turned out AMAZINGLY, I was very pleased with them.  It was a fun shoot too, all of them crammed in my studio, passing around bottles of wine while Delilah did their makeup.  It was kinda funny to watch her powder up these big guys.  They brought along a couple armloads of firearms as props for the shoot, and we had a blast.  This picture is the best group shot I have of them, the singles came out great too, but I will post a gallery of them later.  
 
At one point in time their fiddle player, who looks like he just walked out of an IRA hideout with my rifle slung over his shoulder and his fiddle in his hand, started playing, and my entire studio was filled with the sound of fiddle, singing, clanking wine bottles, and stomping, it was a lot of fun. For a good twenty minutes we were all just having a grand time.  We were passing the darbuka around, which was an interesting compliment to the fiddle.  He played one song that was a goofball fiddle tune that went on for DAYS, and one that was much more warm and soothing.  The fiddle is something that you don't hear played well often, but he does it incredibly.  I am looking forward to hearing them all play together.  
 
Afterwards, we all went back to Delilah and Johnny’s and had a little bit of a shindig.  I left to pick up Sapphire from work in the middle of all of this, and her and I ended up sitting in the car talking before finally deciding to go back to my studio and edit some of the pictures I took of her and Delilah the other day.  We ended up working on the pictures until 0100, and then I drove her home...and we sat in the car and just talked until 0330.
 
Sapphire is truly an amazing woman.  Ol’ Scratch has dealt her a dirty hand the last few years, but I have never seen anyone cope with things are wonderfully as she does.  Things from being nearly blown apart  and spending LOTS of time in the hospital, to horribly failed romances, to very financially dire straights...this woman carries herself with such poise and power that you would never know.  Very strong spirit within that one.  If you were to meet her out of the blue, without knowing anything about her, from looking at her and talking to her, you would have no clue about the pain and hurt she carries within herself.  I know this is true of all of us, we ALL carry a secret pain that is our own only...the secret burden of our heart that we can never share with the rest of the world.  Though this is true, she carries more pain than most, and she still carries it with an uncommon poise and personal strength.  

One of the remarkable things about Sapphire is her posture.  I have NEVER seen someone with posture as perfect as hers...its stunning.  We did a photo shoot earlier in the week, and her posture stands out amazingly, clear, sharp, determined, proud.  Truly a thing of beauty.  While we were editing pictures last night, it occurred to me that if I were to make a statue of all that is 'Woman', it would be of her clear, erect, profile.  Its so powerful!  
 
Well, back to the grindstone.  I have tons of design to do today, another two photo shoots, and a studio-turned dancehall from last night to clean up.  
 
"May You Always Drink Deep"

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The Road Less Traveled PDF Print E-mail
Written by Jason Brink   
Saturday, 12 December 2009 09:09
I never seem to be able to write nearly as much as I would like to anymore.  Its never a BAD thing or anything, I just end up so busy I can barely see straight, and then Friday night comes, and I cruise into the weekend like a ship into a safe harbor.  Take a few hours to just BREATHE and let myself relax. I spend so much of the week knotted up with tension, rushing through a schedule, fighting to keep on top of everything, and the Friday night is just awesome.  

This was the last week of normal class schedule, from here on out its just finals for three days next week, and then a month and a half off from school. I am so ready to dive into next semester though, it feels good to be LEARNING things again.  We are all always learning things, but it feels good to turn my mind to something new and force the information to meld with all that you already know.  To feel the inner conflict as something you have learned that is backed with data clashes with your preconceived notion based on nothing, and to feel your inner prejudices dropping in favor of the truth is a wonderful experience.  Sometimes I feel like everything I know could be represented by the image of a brick building, and all that I know are the bricks that make up this building.  As I learn, I am constantly climbing all over the building, testing the bricks...find out which ones are soft and weak, and digging them out to replace with bricks as hard as granite...in this way I make my mind stronger, by testing and removing all that is false, and replacing it with the best truth I can lay hands on.

It always amazes me when people somehow miss this step in their own personal lives. I talk to people from time to time who, when confronted with evidence that is very clearly contrary to their expressed viewpoint, they will cower within the broken shell of their false belief, as opposed to sucking it up and making the necessary modifications to their life.  This is something we are ALL guilty of, to some extent or another.  We will always prefer our own view, and clear data has alot of BS to push through before it gets to the root, where it can affect change.  It is just sad to see people that are otherwise very intelligent clinging to shattered beliefs.  It reminds me for some reason of the Robin Hood: Men in Tights movie, where Robin knocks Little John off the bridge, into the tiny bit of water, where he proceeds to flail around because he can't swim.  Most of these beliefs that they take shelter in are horrid, brutal, simplistic views of everything...and if they would just take a moment to brace their feet, look at what they are supporting, and really break it down, they would go another direction proudly and boldly.  There is no reason to cling to some of these things.

I have been listening to alot of thinking music lately. I stumbled across The Band Known as Salt Water Bliss this week, kinda dig their style. I shot them an e-mail with a compliment on their video, and they responded back in short order.  We kicked messages back and forth for a while...they are certainly Canadian.  

I had a long conversation with a friend of mine last night, one of those conversations that stretched on for days within each heartbeat, and when its all over you don't know exactly whether you want to laugh, cry, or just smile. I made me realize something about myself. I push people away if I feel they might get too close, because it is only those who are close who can hurt you.  Only those in your closest circle of friends have the ability to reach out and wring your heart like an overwet sponge...so the solution has always been simple...make sure there are very few who can do that.  If you have no vulnerability, you have no pain...though the other side of this coin is that without pain, you cannot know love.  Without the dark of the night, you cannot know the light and beauty of the dawn.

I think Kahlil Gibran put it best in his book, The Prophet, he said:
"When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips." 

I know that nothing there makes it easy for me to stop pushing people away, but it tells me what I have always known inside...that for me, I should probably stop pushing back so hard, and let people a little closer.  Whatever happens, happens, and I am going to do what I can to not push away.  No promises though, old habits die hard.  :P

And with that, I think its about time for me to crash out for the night. I have lots of picture taking to do tomorrow. I am doing head and instrument pictures of a whole band, as well as family pictures for a good friend of mine.  


 
Little Voices PDF Print E-mail
Written by Jason Brink   
Saturday, 05 December 2009 16:39
Finally, another week draws to a close.  I am always happy on Friday nights, because it means i don't have to go to work first thing in the morning the next day.  I will not be required to spend the entire day sitting at a desk.  I generally speaking enjoy what i do, the creative aspect is always a good thing...that said, there are few experiences that are as soul sapping as desk work, when its beautiful outside.  Trench work when its miserable outside certainly takes the cake...I am not trying to say I have it hard or anything, none of us living in this country do, I simply wish I could do something else sometimes.

It is going to be a long weekend of writing...lots of things I need to get done.  Lets see...
  • Complete my ethnography of the Basque people - fun project, not too much more to go, but as with things like this...in order to do what i feel would be a 'mediocre' job would require a couple years living with the people and studying everything in depth, there is simply so much information there...to roll it all up in a 20 page paper is almost a crime.  To do it justice would require hundreds and hundreds of pages...but that's how everything is I suppose.
  • Response paper to 'The Hero's Journey' by Joseph Campbell - Excellent book, one of those life changers...this is an in depth assignment that has some stuff I don't want to bring out yet, so I am just going to leave this here.
  • Life Changing Paper - going over my lifestyle changes, and proving my hypothesis that close monitoring of consumption would lead to a decrease in consumption...very true.  All is well on that front.
  • Video Ethnography of the Italian People - For my health class...everyone else provided me the info, I just need to make it look nice now.  
  • WORK - Saving this for Sunday

Had a fun week for the most part, experimenting with alot of new photography techniques.  I have started doing chiaroscuro shoots, which are just a blast and i think come out great.  Its a challenge to get the camera to do exactly what I want with those though.  I am going to get a good one and enter it into the Mid State Fair this coming year I believe.  I have some great ideas I am trying on a shoot Sunday sometimes, should be good...maybe I will post one of them.  The one to the right is my good friend Delilah, wearing her Halloween costume...she was a vampire.  

I did another one for my friend Kitty earlier in the week, but since that shoot I further refined my technique, so Delilah is the best I have so far.  I should have some other cool stuff by the end of the weekend though.  Kitty is an interesting girl.  I have known her for...a very long time.  Put it this way, when I was in middle school at "The Little Lutheran School on the Prairie" we had an arrangement called 'Family Groups'.  Silly idea, no idea whose it was...another excuse to inculcate us with the little bits of biblical history they wanted to teach us.  I was in 7th grade I believe, and was placed in charge of this group of children.  It was my job to keep and eye out for them, lead them in activities, and whatnot.  Well, when I was in 7th grade, this girl was in 2nd I believe.  Now, fast forward a decade and change, and the little gap toothed kid pulling at my hand asking if she could go to the bathroom or have another piece of candy or whatever is all grown up and dating the little brother of a friend of mine.  Sweet girl, but...well...how to put this nicely...crazy as hell.  I do not mean bad crazy eyes crazy...just special extra loopy crazy.  Like a lemon cookie with extra zest...kinda surprising at first, but it grows on you.

Well, she came over to see some of the photos I have taken in the past, and we just hung out and talked between classes.  This woman comes up with the most insane stuff.  I have a habit of taking note of things I felt would be worthy of considering in my writing, and considering how much fun I had hanging out with her, I can hardly resist tossing some of her one liners in here.  Lets see... *shuffles papers*  "A tire?  Why would you wear a tire? (attire)"  Shes adorable, but kinda retarded sometimes.  

WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST TO GO GET A DRINK WITH A FRIEND

Well, it is now the day after I started writing this blog.  Apparently, "have a drink with a friend" is my new personal code for stay out until 0400 goofing off and finally doing another photo shoot for a friend of mine before going home and falling asleep.  I am still really tied this morning, but its time to be awake and get some stuff done.  About time to really start in on the writing bit.  I think I have a photo shoot of a friend and her daughter today too.

Well, thats all I have for now...maybe more later.

 
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