the rose room, birmingham, alabama

i'm moving.

bringing my house to the west coast.

The (Art) (Stress) of Waiting for Mail

I've waited all late Winter and Spring for my grad school acceptance letters. I know how it feels to wait. And then wait some more. Anticipation grows, and every day has the possibility to be Christmas. In the meantime I've begun to write letters to my friends across the country and across the city. I write to those I know, and hope to meet new along the way. Growing up and finding my path(s), I've taken to finding solace in the simplicity of paper and pen, horizons and sunsets, and wide open spaces. Finding tiny surprises in small towns, smiles from strangers on lonely roads, and letters waiting in mailboxes from friends I just met on my last adventure. Their letters beat me home. These little pieces of paper bouncing in the back of a mail truck, so excited to be opened. I love getting mail. It's been a slow start, and I have my Grandma and my love to thank for some wonderful mail, but like everything that's good, you have to wait for it.

pastels and hipsters in soft light at art opening on fulton

creepy springtime in chicago

The Art of Amateur Radio

There are 700,000 licensed ham radio users in the U.S. These guys know that if the internet and cell phones (suddenly) stop working, they will still be able to communicate. Whether that means warning residents of potential emergencies, communicating mass instructions/directions to a town, cracking jokes, or sending their love to their love across national radio waves. Communication for the masses is perpetually being developed. New forums, new inventions, new sites, new fads. And, like most other fields, new communication is based on old communication. But how has it changed what we are saying, how we are saying it, and what it means?

Can we sort through decades of out-dated communication devices and forms and find something that will change the way we speak once again? By definition, trends and fads escalate and then vacillate often in short periods, many never leaving a lasting impression. But when we talk about communication, sustainable communication, with impeccable speech and noble intentions, that form may be more important than all of the future internet technology combined.

Maybe something to talk about...

name change

"the effervescent jungle", referring to my time in rio de janeiro didn't feel pertinent anymore. so i've begun anew. please pardon any confusion.
hugs, cheers, and many many thanks for reading my little contributions to this world.
-terry