My Broken Fiddle

"THE EARTH keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, Why, fiddle you must, for all your life. What do you see, a harvest of clover? Or a meadow to walk through to the river? The wind’s in the corn; you rub your hands For beeves hereafter ready for market; Or else you hear the rustle of skirts Like the girls when dancing at Little Grove. To Cooney Potter a pillar of dust Or whirling leaves meant ruinous drouth; They looked to me like Red-Head Sammy Stepping it off, to “Toor-a-Loor.” How could I till my forty acres Not to speak of getting more, With a medley of horns, bassoons and piccolos Stirred in my brain by crows and robins And the creak of a wind-mill—only these? And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle— And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, And not a single regret."

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The new super smash bros looks great

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Thick as Thieves - written and directed by Julian Williams

I haven’t released anything online in a while, so here’s a comedy film I made recently about two petty criminals discussing the ethics of thieving.

(Click here to watch in full HD on Vimeo!)

Enjoy!

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Here’s a couple of images I made for my Ideation & Process class.  When I was younger my friends and I used to sneak out at night with our skateboards and skate up to the top of the hill by our house.  It was a moment that became very important to me because it taught me of the beauty in the world around me that could be the reward of retaining a childlike curiosity. The images are of my best friend and I, because as time goes on I have learned that the magic of that moment can no longer be found at the top of the hill.  The only way to relive the moment is to look back in the memory that lives in ourselves.  The text is pulled from an essay I wrote two years ago about the moment at the top of the hill.  The overlaid images are meant to mirror city lights thrown out of focus, referring to the view of the glowing town that could be seen from the top of the hill.

[livelife-tipsy]

if your boyfriend doesn’t touch your butt all the time is he even your boyfriend

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from what i can tell you have more of a server personality, than a cook, by that i mean you seem to have a lot of charisma/charm/outgoing-ness, which are great characteristics that are wasted if youre hidden back in the kitchen. as an actor you should use every opportunity to showcase your shining personality.

Thank you for your kind words.

But don't forget, when I'm hidden back in the kitchen I get as much bacon as I want.

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Livin with my bitches #live

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Okay so I got trained in to be a server tonight and I can tell you right now that it is at least six times better than cooking.

[captaincrusher]

There’s so much here. The legs of the ensign in front. Troi just throwing herself on the floor. Data clutching to his moving console. AND WHATEVER RIKER IS DOING.

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the ship’s in danger? time to do yoga.

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college kids going home for break

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My JCs pals.

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i luv her

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