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It’s already been a over a month since I started at the publication, really beginning to feel a sense of comfort and belonging, I want to do this and hope I can manage it as a hobby and a career from here on out.
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Blues Scholars x Bambu x The Physics x Serge Severe
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finally got a chance to take in the sun, enjoy my surroundings and rediscover some of the beauty of portlands urban landscape.
(click on the photo, sends you too my page)
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Being 5, Filet-o-fish and other things…
I peer over to the table next to me. There, a pair of 4, maybe 5 year olds sit upright conversing with each other. The two are very expressive in their actions, constantly squirming in their chairs, out reached hands pointing at miscellaneous objects and motioning their words in different directions. their conversation is lost among adults. whether it may be a run on of the imagination or a simple reflection on the blocks they had just played with, their words are only meant to be understood by younger ears. Even as a adult its hard to recollect what I had said when I was a child, I spent so many years of my childhood simply conversing with my peers, letting our brains run rampant to create stories, start adventures and help mold the people we are today. you never kept a journal when you were 5, even so it would probably only contain the contents of what you had for lunch and how the sun was very “sunny” that afternoon.
its been a week of constant wake up calls, reaffirming the responsibilities of being an adult. I lost a old and great friend to the realities and imperfections of todays world. no matter how prepared we seem to be there are moments that are simply out of our control. And thats the way our lives will remain till the day we pass too. since this is the case there is a beauty in reflecting, and more in seeing how others reflect as too. I am not new to death it is something that has always been present since my dads passing. Yet with each new loss brings with it a whirlwind of emotions, complexities and its fair share of utter shock. and then there is a sense of familiarity, and an opportunity to grow, be attentive to those who are present around us and grieve with those we love dearly. I wish I had a sound piece of advice for all who go through the same thing, and unfortunately we all will someday. but the reality and yet another imperfection is there is no secular piece of advice, not single cure all statement that will create epiphanies and settle the minds of those around us. I’ve discovered its all a process, and we all take it at our own pace, really nothing will change that. we will accept help and comfort from the people we want and then maybe lock our selves away for undefined amounts of time. we will throw fits, laugh, sit in silence, drink, yell, and cry. and we won’t know how our actions will unfold until the moment has passed.
while I can’t recall those prominent 5 year old conversations I feel now maybe is the closest I will ever return to those moments. Through memories, expressive actions, uncontrollable squirming desire to move around, maybe bike far far away. Out reached arms pointing at those we love and motioning them for comforting hugs. we can hope to allow out imaginations to run on untouched by the bombardment of the societal norms. Maybe we can let it all be a simple reflection on the people we played blocks with and loved to ends that words simply cannot describe.
I recall doing this once or twice with my dad, a language barrier that may of divided us times, also gave us the opportunity to be closer.
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so among the many workshops one I related to and didn’t realize till late that it was actually going on was about beat boxing. here is a short explanation of what was taught in the class that day
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Late Night UBR 2.0 (saturday)
so an interesting and eventful night progressed, with rocky horror inspired costume contests and strictly dance competitions again the fun lasted till the morning hours.
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UBR Late Night: from the whiskey bar back to the warehouse, our DJ’s (and Hopeless Jack and the Handsome Devils) we’re working hard for the dancers making it an amazing night. Jack and Jill competition later that eve and the participation was enormous. yet sooner (and somer later) people began to retire to tent city.
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lunch wrapped up and second half of workshops went under way. we broke down the ideas around gender roles in dance, learned new massage techniques and well… hula hooped.
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Video as well! YOU DON’T SAY?!? periodically I will be uploading as well (time pending of course) first off we have Jae and Kayce’s Hip Hop workshop warm up!
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DAY two: Workshops begin!
starting at 10am the Refuge begin to fill up with dancers and instructors. introductions were made and the lessons began. photos include the Blues music jam, Jae x Kayce’s Hip Hop movement class, and DIane’s class on spacial awareness.
(click on the photo to go to the album)
