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Watercolor-By Kristopher Orr
I just wanted to take a couple of minutes to thank you for helping me understand what made me dislike the Oscars - or, at least, like it way less than I was expecting I would. It's been bugging me since it ended. I love NPH, I've seen him host before and through his performance, I can tell there apparently has been great pressure from the academy to make sure it would work out the way it did, in this new shape, which sucks big time. It's not his fault. There'sa bigger picture there.
Hey! Haha...thanks so much. Yeah...It was such a strange feeling after they were over. Hopefully something that it seems a ton of people loved hasn't been wrecked by corporate hollywood.
Oscar time is an exciting time of year. A time to reminisce, a time to laugh, a time to cry. A time to get a little glimpse into the glamorous little world that is Hollywood. Every year there are always people who will complain about something, but this year was different. Very different. Halfway through the show I was disinterested. I didn't put my finger on it until discussing it with my brother this morning.
Something is broken in Oscar town.
At first I wanted to blame it on the host, Neil Patrick Harris. I didn't get it because I like the guy. I've seen him host other shows and he was great. It seemed like he was rushing, his jokes were a little stale, he was really impersonal and he wasn't relating to anyone in the crowd. He should have been making jokes with Tom (hanks) or making Julia (roberts) laugh her big laugh, or how about making a crack at the Pitt's...it's always funny to see uber famous people laugh (no one cares about Oprah laughing, she doesn't count)....then something dawned on me.
None of those people were there.
Here's a brief list of people who were either not there, and if they were there...and we definitely didn't see them.
Julia Roberts Brad Pitt Angelina Jolie Tom Hanks George Clooney Penelope Cruz Tom Cruise Denzel Washington Hillary Swank Stephen Spielberg Matt Damon Jim Carrey Al Pacino Geoffrey Rush Alec Baldwin Richard Gere Chris Nolan Laurence Fishburne Stanley Tucci Cher John Voight Patrick Dempsey Cameron Diaz Javier Bardem Robert Downey Jr. Christian Bale Liza Minelli Billy Crystal Anthony Hopkins Don Cheadle Andy Garcia Bob DeNiro Bill Murray Hugh Jackman Ian Mckellan Elija Wood Hugo Weaving Sean Bean Rob Lowe Jennifer Connolly Kate Winslet Leonardo DeCaprio Martin Scorcese Ron Howard Ed Harris Jude Law Sharon Stone Michael J Fox Harrison Ford Bruce Willis Ashton Kutcher Demi Moore Kevin Costner Johnny Depp Will Smith Orlando Bloom.......to name a few. (I got tired of listing...basically everyone)
Where were they all? The oldest guy in the crowd was either Clint Eastwood or Bob Duvall. Probably tough ones to beat but they have contemporaries no?? Now I understand that none of the people I listed were nominated, but that didn't stop them from coming before to honor the nominees. I mean...Solange Knowles was there for cryin' out loud.
It felt like the oscars were under new management, new producers, and they were in the business of making an awards show, keeping things on schedule (did anyone else notice that EVERY award recipient was getting cut off by the band?) and moving things along. The camera's only showed a grand total of about 12 people in the crowd, and these people were the nominees and their guests. Why? Well it seems they were the only ones who showed up for the show. Also, and this is a major beef, because in oscars past this has been a favorite segment of mine. THANKS FOR RUINING THE "IN MEMORANDUM" SEGMENT. I blame Oprah. In Oscars past they would show a mini highlight reel of the artists work...even if it's just two clips and some music. Instead we were given a photo turned watercolor in photoshop...and that was on the screen for TWO SECONDS. Robin Williams was given two seconds. A second favorite segment that wasn't even included was the lifetime achievement award. I guess they give that away at a different ceremony now? Wouldn't want to waste time reminiscing on national television.
My favorite part about the oscars is that it is intergenerational. Movies are the common thread. We all love cinema. The older generation hands the torch to the younger generation, the younger generation reveres and looks up to the old hollywood greats. Throughout the show there are usually tips of the hat to the old movies (they checked this off the list with the opening musical number and the sound of music tribute) camera cuts to legendary actors/directors/actresses when their names get mentioned...this year that affect was paltry at best.
Next year I won't be very sad if I miss the oscars because something has changed. It's become another MTV awards show. Follow the recipe. Get a funny host. Throw in a musical number or two. Focus on the people who will be bringing home the hardware, and most of all KEEP IT ON SCHEDULE. A recipe for mediocrity.
Continuation of previous post.
My backyard and one of my favourite places in the world.
Canadian kids having fun like they know how.
Disappear from your hometown. Go and find the people that you know.
Avett Brothers (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Montana adventures
Sonia Golubkova Elle Japan October 2013
Wieners. Lots of them.
I'm in the mood to write about something tonight. Today was a good day. Like really good. Did anything good happen? Absolutely not. Drove home from Fort Macleod this morning because yesterday, through some twist of fate our entire family was at home for sunday dinner. We didn't even have christmas together and yet on this obscure day in august...here we were eating roast beef and mashed potatoes. Mmm. But yeah. Today was like any long weekend day at wieners of waterton. You have to mentally prepare yourself for the lunch rush. I think we sell over 300 hot dogs in a 3 hour period. It is like every minute for 3 hours we are on the verge of running out of everything and barely averting disaster. It's like 3 hrs of damage control and if you're on the grill you are the one in charge of everything. And you just take it. There's nothing you can do about it. People need their dogs. Yet at the end of it there is a satisfying feeling that comes from it. You look at your co-workers with this look...like "We made it...we are brothers in arms, and we have lived to fight for another day." There's a bond that comes from slinging over a metric ton of sweet potato fries and 300+ hot dogs in a lunch hour. You can't replace or duplicate that. Turns out it was wieners of waterton's best day ever. In it's 4 year history. Ever. Pretty epic stuff. I've been in a really chatty mood today. Just spent the last hour and a half talking to max about a completely random situation I had with an ex-girlfriend yesterday, where I'm going to live in the fall, and of course...the ever present conversation topic...navigating my way through interactions with my family, dealing with my (semi) recent change in faith, and how to approach everything while still being kind, understanding, loving, unoffensive, objective, and empathetic. Its a hard thing to deal with and it can cause a lot of stress. The most stressful part being the fact that most of this shouldn't be stressful yet many people involved insist through their words and actions that it should be. I feel though that in some ways things are coming to a head. Which I try to avoid. Therefore I will be starting harvest next week. 15 hours a day, 7 days a week, for 3 months. Hopefully. It has been raining and hailing here and that completely screws with the timeline. I feel like Chris Mccandless...minus the poison berries. Vagabond lifestyle. Only I want to make money. Lots of it. As much as I can because if I don't, well then I can kiss goodbye any thoughts I had of getting out of here and living somewhere interesting while I apply to Ad School. Speaking of Paris, I'm still trying to decide. I'm not 100% yet. It's still a toss up between Montreal and Paris, but I'm leaning heavily to Eastern Canada. Does that mean it's still a toss up? It's a lopsided one. I know I have a bunch of friends in the one city, and I could go right back to my life there. I could visit LONDON and visit the dear friends there that I haven't seen in so long. I could work on my film application for ad school in a BEAUTIFUL setting with people and models around that can actually help me. Or I can go to montreal. Where I know one person. Wait two. Gabby from the Prince of Wales and Chris who I currently work with at Bel Lago. But Montreal is in CANADA and I feel like I owe canada something and by getting to know it better I will be paying off that debt. Plus apparently montreal is a really cool city and the best part is it is STILL IN CANADA. I don't have to leave, deal with visas, change bank accounts or phone numbers. It's all still the SAME. That is a benefit. And it is waaaay cheaper than living in paris. Also, it's proximity to New York City. I could drive down there for a weekend in less than 6 hrs. Thats better than driving to Edmonton. And I have friends in NYC...not as many as in Paris, but still. Some good friends and connections. Anyways it's late and I spent most of the night chatting. Plus I can never get into things that I want to discuss because when I think of them during the day, they never come back to me at night when I'm sitting in front of my computer. Oh well. Maybe next time.
Echo lake Montana. Ilford 3200. Becca.
Happy Easter, Religious Stuff, Instagram and Facebook.
I really feel like I need to write today. Happy Easter. Quite unexpectedly observing all of the online antics during the easter weekend has left me confused and angry. Probably for a few reasons. A person I look up to once told me some advice that has been given to many people many times before, and that was don't let other people control the way you feel. You're the one that allows people to affect you. Only you have control over your emotions. Well that's all well and good, but in actuality the things other people do DO have the ability to irritate me. And telling me not to allow other people to affect the way I feel is like telling me to close my eyes and just continue going on with my week like nothing has changed. Do they live in real life? I think this is the first time I have actually paid any attention to the social medias during easter time, because is it just me? Or is most of the stuff that people say and do idiotic? So on the one hand I have my parents sending me emails to think of the savior at this time of year and that is nice. Then there are people on instagram posting pictures of John 20, and that is sortof nice. Not my cup of tea, but I understand the sentiment. Then there is the SLOUGH of people posting pictures of them outside, in their sunday best doing various things. Just standing there, going to church, searching for easter eggs...etc. Then there are a TON. I mean a ton of people...these are grown ass human beings...that are posting pictures of THEIR easter baskets, full of chocolate, jewelry, a new iphone (yeah, saw that) and other nonsense.
I guess I'm just confused. I don't get it. When I was little I got it, right up until the age of about 13 or 14. Easter=chocolate. Pretty much the bottom line. I was stoked. After 14, 15, maybe 16, I'm not sure when exactly I didn't really get the whole searching for an easter basket. Seemed like it was something little kids got excited about. And I'll probably do it for my little kids someday too. But aaaaaalll the grownups? Just grownups? Is it really that fun? Is easter really a holiday? Something to get excited about?
You see, I've always been fascinated by the reasons that people do the things that they do and in the past couple years I've really began to look at the "why" of the things that we do. Specifically: religious things. There are a number of reasons that I've observed, but I feel that the big reason, numero uno, is not because you believe in it, but because it makes you feel good. It makes your world make sense. I have heard people use that reasoning that because it makes them feel good they know it is something they can believe in (a lot of them use the wording that they believe that it is "true." I won't even try to explain how vague a word like true is here, so for their sake and for the sake of having some writing that makes a little sense...I will just stick to saying that they can "believe in it.") Is that a good reason to believe in something? Because it gives you a good feeling? There are a lot of things that people do that make them feel good. I'm not ruling that out but if you use that as a basis for your belief then you have to accept that people who believe something different than you that makes them feel good have every right to that belief. That poses a huge problem because if you really believe in your religion you believe that it is the only way and everyone else just isn't going to make it to the same place you're shooting for after you die. I think that right there is my problem with religion and just why I'm choosing to not be associated with it right now. Because religions, specifically fairly organized religions like catholicism (and all the protestant sects), Mormonism, Jehovas Witnesses, Islam, Born again Christians,etc all believe that they have the right one and everyone else can't truly be happy until they are doing whatever it is they are doing in THEIR specific church.
[Just so you know, if you are reading this this is for me to work through my thoughts.....I'm not looking for a critique. I mean, feel free, but I won't pay attention to you. This is just my stream of consciousness. I am fully aware that most of it is ridiculous rambling]
You see, religion isn't easy. At least my religion wasn't. There were a lot of social expectations, tons of guilt, odd rituals (I'm not talking about religious rituals, because those are sacred to people and I respect that. I'm talking about social rituals that occur as people grow up, get married, move through their lives in the church) and if the only reason I see people doing things because it brings them happiness (the happiness that their religion defines as happiness, not necessarily the human emotion of happiness) then I believe that there are other things that one can do, and still achieve happiness. Maybe I'm being lazy and trying to get the prize without the sacrifice and one day I'll look back on this and say "dude you were just being really selfish" and that may be true but I guess we go through learning experiences for a reason. Anyways, I feel as though I'm kicking the proverbial dead horse.
Perhaps I just haven't had an easter in so long that it has lost all it's meaning to me. I honestly can't remember the last easter I had. Its been more than 3 years at least. Thats probably it. I've just lost it and all these other people who have normal lives still have it. I haven't been home for the last three easters. Yesterday I ate a turkish kebab and today I ate a bowl of plain rice and some pickles. Woohoo....happy easter. I haven't been home for most of anything. Christmas but thats about it. Maybe I'm just jealous of all these people who actually do stuff for things and it's important to them. Perhaps thats it. I'm going to go with that and say yes. BUT....that doesn't excuse the stupid crap I see posted everywhere.
SIDE NOTE: Is it irresponsable to shut off your facebook? Is it? Do I actually use it? I sort of don't think I do. I mean stuff does happen there, and it's like a little universe. An online semi-reality, but is it so bad if that reality ceases to exist?
It's hard to try to be creative. After a late night house warming party (I moved into a new place in paris) I slept in till noon. This was followed by my usual morning bed routine of checking my various social media outlets on my phone, reading zite to see if anything important has happened in the space/technology/fashion/movie world. On a weekend this ritual can take up to an entire hour, or until my arms go numb from holding my phone above my face, in which case I drop my phone onto my face and am forced to sit up. It is a natural progression. I didn't really have anything important to do today so I took my sweet time. I made a tasty sandwich and finished watching the Godfather III which I thought I had seen, (Memorial day long weekend. 2009. Rexburg ID. Mobster movie marathon) but apparently I hadn't made it through the godfather II. Questionable choice Mr. Copolla casting your daughter as the leading girl. It was sometimes difficult watching her "act" next to Al Pacino. I won't give a full review here, but even though the movie was slow, the opera scene had me riveted, right up to the shocking and terribly....umm......bleak? ending. Not quite what I was expecting from one of the most iconic trilogies ever made. I digress. By now it is about 4:30. I am in a strange mood and I try to be productive. I run some errands online, filling out some forms, putting up classifieds for english lessons, and have a rather productive hour. Ok. This is an insert. I've tried to progress to the next part of this blog post but to no avail. Its funny, the very thing that I wanted to write about is preventing me from finishing this post. I was going to write about trying to start on my application to Miami Ad School in San Francisco, trying to come up with something creative, etc. but yeah. It isn't happening. Even after I went on a long walk by the canal and got some food in me I got nothing. So this is all you get. Cheers.
HI IT’S ME.
Polaroid from a while back. Reblogged from Alex's tumblr.
I Moved to Paris.
I've been meaning to write for some time now. Don't worry. I haven't been neglecting writing. I have a little moleskin book that I carry around and I write most of the time in that. On the train. It's just easier. So since my last post I have since moved to Paris. I've been here about a month relying on the kindness of others to keep me alive and help me with simple things like getting a bank account and a sim card. I have been out of my element for over a month and it is nice to feel that I am getting in my own element again. The picture above is actually the view from my apt window. Crazy. I had 1 % on my phone battery and as I snapped the photo the phone shut off. Didn't edit that one bit...that's straight up iphone. Anyways, I will relay one of my stories I recorded in my book. Its from a cold, snowy night about 3 weeks ago when I had absolutely no clue where I was going. It's funny how mysterious and foreign a place can seem, and then just 3 weeks later it's like I've been here for months and months. "My adventure involves me walking home in the rain/snow...tired and hungry. No directions, no map, no grasp of the language...etc etc. You get the idea. But the good news is that I made it! Standing at the bus station realizing that I didn't have a single resource to help me get home was sort of a surreal feeling. I didn't even have any idea of how far it was. I started walking in a left-ish (I didn't know if it was N-E-S-W...whatever) and as I started walking around the narrow french streets I thought to myself "this is just like a video game. A really really real 1st person game. I've neem om far worse situations than this, and come out way better." Once I had that thought, everything got really fun. Here I am running around in a cool old suburb of Paris and there are no people around. I know that there are clues around the city and I just need to find them. Eventually I discover that on each bus stop there is a small abbreviated map of Saint Germain en Laye and if I look closely I can sortof work my way in the right direction. It was funny going through the city finding these little "checkpoints" every half km or so. 3 km and 12 ft of fence/trees/hedges later I found my way home." I will share more soon. Today while coming out of Macdonalds (free wifi) and seeing the Grand Palais I had to stop and smile while thinking to myself "I live in a dream world. Some people dream of this." and at that moment, as I got on the metro to head back to my apt in Gambetta, I was happy.