The Sandpit

The Sandpit from Sam O'Hare on Vimeo.

Tiltshift photograph still continues to blow my fucking mind. I have yet to have a real grasp on how it's done, but it's amazing.

I've been stressing quite a bit lately, which is ironic because for a written part of my spanish class I wrote that I don't get stressed easily. I should have said my stress seems to pile on when I'm at my weakest, like a cold followed by a aches and pains as germs kick me while I'm down.

I was asked the other day by my counselor...my COUNSELOR if I really wanted to go into Literary Journalism because I'm struggling in one of the classes. That question rattled me. I braced myself for so long waiting to hear that question from my mom, but since my mom was okay with it, I let my guard down and it hit me anyway. So thanks for that vote of confidence UCI. Raise my fees. Reject me from becoming a CA. Hire people who question student's choice of major. Keep it coming. Really, I don't mind.

It's really cool to finally, after hearing questions from your parents and yourself!, think you have a future in something and let it come crashing down.

Perhaps it's because I'm getting down to the wire with having to declare.
Perhaps I should reconsider what I'm majoring in.
Perhaps I shouldn't let one person's questioning bring me down.

I'll go with the third choice.



If all else fails, I will be declaring myself as a Film and Media major for now and then switch into LJ or just stay in Film and Media and minor in English or something else.

Either way, a couple days ago I was literally sick to my stomach due to stress. I've never felt that way before and I don't want to feel that way again.



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Today I was informed of something that should have hurt me.
That should have disappointed me.
That should have crushed me.
That should have left a bitter taste in my mouth.
That should have left me reeling for months.

But I feel fine.

I might be back to square one, but I've never seen anything other than square one so why does it matter? I'm not afraid of what's beyond square one. I just haven't found the right person who I want to go with me.



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Question: Does Rainn Wilson know a photo of him is being used on a shady Facebook advertisement?

Question: What does this auto insurance cover for "less than a cup of coffee per day" if a cup of coffee costs about 4 dollars? Could I create a competing insurance company that costs less than a big gulp per day?



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Winter Olympics

This is probably one of the best pictures that has come out of these current Olympics.
The composition is amazing. The action is exciting. The colors are so bright.

I am inspired by pictures like this.



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Avatar Dances in Fern Gully's Dune

Just know that I have seen Avatar and I loved everything about it except for the story.






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19 Hour Day

I woke up at 4AM this morning before the sun rose. I was sitting on the curb waiting to be picked up 30 minutes later. But where would a college kid be heading at 4:30 in the morning? College kids usually experience 4:30AM because they've stayed up through the night to see it. A college kid would never voluntarily wake up at 4AM. What is there see or do at 4AM? See the city of Irvine lights twinkle brighter than the stars? Try to count the number of cars on the road with one hand?

Not exactly.

I saw a dedicated group of college students with a passion for rowing. A team that burned more calories and sweat before the sun rose than most people burn in a day. A team lead by an Olympic gold medalist coach passing on his experience onto the next generation.







There is a certain amount of beauty in watching the sunrise while cruising through Backbay/Newport. Is it weird I'm actually looking forward to doing it again later this week?



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This is Big

Soupers, if you have been following this blog since its creation then you know a little more about me than most people.
You know my strengths.
You know my weaknesses.
You know what makes me happy.
You know what makes me sad.
You know my sense of humor.
You know what grinds my gears.
And yet...you still continue to read.

And to that I thank you. I know I have the support of everyone who reads this and that is something I wish I could return, but it's hard to top how much support you all have given me.

Soupers, today is an exceptional day in this life of this Wild Wombat.

There are far too many entries about my mental struggles with telling my mom about what my major is. Far too much energy spent fretting.

But today, February 12, 2009, this wombat told his mom what he plans to major in.

Literary Journalism Major. Film & Media Minor.

There was no hesitation. No lecture about career choice. No subject change.

Simply: "It's not that the career is dying. It's more of if you can market yourself and network, which I know you can do."

So what does this mean now, Soupers? It means I can actually declare the major now, without fretting.

Does it mean the end of this blog? Not a chance because I know there are going to be more times along the way where I will need the support I get from you, Soupers. And I wouldn't trade that for anything...maybe an iPad...NO! Not even an iPad!

You, Soupers, are a life line for me. I love hearing people tell me "I read you blog the other day." or "I just want you to know that I spent the entire 3 hour lecture reading you blog instead of paying attention." or "Why haven't you updated your blog yet?!"



[a very accomplished and humbled] wildwombat