Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Graffiti Update

In accordance with my new pledge to update, I thought I'd share these two unrelated pieces and reflect upon   them.

This first piece was taken from Reddit (Graffiti) and it really spoke to me and reminded me of a quote I'd once heard.

"A ship in a harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for."
- William Shedd

This piece is incredible and fits my style preference to a T. I love how simple-yet-complex this piece is. It reminds me of the old wise man of the sea, forever full of wisdom but weary of people. I love the expression, the colors, the shading and the small star-flowers (which I don't know are part of this piece at all) that the old man appears to be staring at. I see art here, flawless, beautiful, art.



The second piece is just as much art as the first, and I'd argue tooth and nail anyone who says otherwise. I find this to be "urban nature" in the way that it grows, adapts and survives. I would much rather look at this than a plain, barren, dirty ally. The colors are overwhelmingly diverse and this group effort really shows part of the street-art community.

What are your thoughts?

Life update, and a pledge to post

Regardless of the fact that this is merely an outlet of creative and personal writings that at this point hasn't been released to many people, I find it therapeutic in nature to write down these thoughts and hopefully preserve this mindset for the future for me to reflect on.

I stopped blogging after only a short while because I felt, as I sometimes do in life, that there wasn't much going on in my life interesting enough to read. As I sat outside on the deck yesterday, I realized how much actually happens in a day and what the concept of  'a day' really means. As I age, time becomes more and more irrelevant. A year is just four seasons, an hour only a short while. In the last few months I've been preparing to move and study at the University of California: Santa Cruz. I was shocked to be admitted to the school after a sub-par performance in the black-hole that is the California Community College system -- I squeaked out a 2.67 GPA in classes that should have been straight A's. I've always been a procrastinator and someone who doesn't take classes that I find "useless" as seriously as I should, but ever since I decided I would major in Anthropology I've taken all of those classes very seriously and done well, the problem was all of the first two years of non-anthro courses were C level effort. Anyhow, I am ecstatic to be given the opportunity to continue my education and hone my skills at such a great and beautiful university.

 Yesterday I was able to lock down a quiet, beautifully located master bedroom for my girlfriend and our dog and I to live in for our first year at UCSC. As a community college student transfering to a UC as a junior, I'm excited to see what 'real' college is like, and how challenging my upper-div anthro courses will be. Santa Cruz is a beautiful area with lots of quirky and fun cultures, but I have heard of a darker side of the city that has fallen to gang violence, crime, and culture. I'm fascinated to see this side of Santa Cruz as an anthropologist, but saddened that such a great city has been effected by gang-life.

In addition to me getting what I consider a second chance at education, I've taken the opportunity to better myself by focusing on smaller achievable goals with poker, and it's really paid off in ways I've never seen before. I began reading Phil Gordon's Little Gold Book and I am floored by the level of understanding that is easily brought to the reader, it's an invaluable source. With that book, more dedicated focus, and the help of my usual guardian-angels of poker, I've really taken my game to the next level and will be playing higher stakes come October or so. My goal is to stabilize a 10%+ ROI (return on investment) over another 1,000 games or so before I can re-evaluate my games and style. I've recently run into much more success in Small stakes MTTs (multi-table tournaments) than ever before, having 4-5 final tables in the course of two days, with a half-dozen or so of top 20 finishes peppered in a week. After we move and get settled I'll be able to devote more time to playing and mastering my current games.

Enough ranting, the above is merely a recap of some of the things I've been doing since I launched this blog, but I was inspired by a friend of mine to resurrect this blog from it's digital grave and keep it going. Reading my own writing seems dull, but when I look at life stories, adventures and anecdotes of others I am enthralled beyond belief. I don't know if it's general human curiosity that leads me down this path or my specialized interest in people - but none the less, It's kick started me to continue to write. I am proud of those I call my group of friends, and to see them grow and learn about the world and change their perspectives is incredible. I've had friends who were close-minded, hurtful, and self-destructive become some of the most inspiring and upbeat people I know. I've watched people as socially awkward as I was during my peak World of Warcraft days bloom into philosophers, video game designers, incredible athletes, teachers and students. I am overjoyed that they have all found their paths in life, and will continue to watch them and myself grow and find new passions.

Following in suit of the blog-inspiring Dealion, I too would like to reflect on the days in my life when casting spells and killing monsters was the prime of my life. I was, without doubt, a south-park-esque (although I despise the show for multiple different reasons) World of Warcraft nerd. I played all day, every day. I spent more time in front of a computer screen than I did sleeping, being outdoors and hanging out with physical people combined. I lived vicariously through my characters as both an escape from reality and a way to compete in a world where my physical attributes couldn't hold a stick to my virtual skills. What I lacked in a social life I made up for in a virtual life, I had dozens of close friends, and was considered by most to be an above average player. I let my actual life degrade in school, friends and activities and threw all of my efforts into bettering a virtual rendition of myself. Now, looking back on it, I can say that I do not regret this point in my life as many think I should. I learned a whole lot about the world I was actually living in, the people in it, and the way that anonymity changes people. I spent many nights talking with my friends in ventrillo, having the time of my life and becoming close with people that I had never met, yet knew me better than anyone I saw on a day-to-day basis. I learned how people will fabricate illustrious visions of how their real-world lives  were when there was no need to (We've all met the 30 year old marines who kick the crap out of anyone who gets in their way, haven't we?). Most of all, I take away a sense of perspective from my WoW days. I was given the opportunity to see what people cherished, what they valued, and how they saw the world in a raw way, unadorned by fashion, appearances, social-status, sexual preference, and other issues that get in the way of finding out how a person sees the world. I will never regret making these bonds and widening my network to people around the world, who have showed me things I never would have seen had it not been for the internet's far reach. Now, several years later and socially light-years away from where I was in my early highschool years, I find those skills still help me in finding out who a person really is. While I've traded playing countless hours in a fictional world for meeting people in the 'real world'* I can say that I enjoy the small things a computer screen does not offer much better.

*Note: I personally think the term "real world" to describe the non-virtual is a little off. From my experiences the people I've met and the adventures I shared with people online were very much real, and for a long period of time, my friends online were much better friends than the ones I had in the physical world. I understand it's an easy phrase to use to distinguish between the two, but I don't agree with it's meaning. 

Friday, February 3, 2012

Back to the grind for February

This week I ended up with a lot more free time than usual, and I spent that time wisely relaxing with friends and my girlfriend. There isn't much more you can do for your body that's more beneficial than laughing, relaxing, and  spending time outdoors - and a day at the beach with my girlfriend and one of my best friends satisfied that to a T. I'm always reminded of how lucky I am to be living in one of the most desirable locations in the world; close to the beach in California. I'm often reminded on days like those how much the mind craves nature, and how we've gone from a species that utilized it's entire body and mind together on a daily basis to a species that utilizes it's mind to accomplish tasks rather than incorporating bodily physical movement as well. Climbing the cliffs to watch the sunset on the beach with 10-15 foot waves crashing below is something that really reminds me how small I am in perspective. 

This type of time off also offered me an opportunity to spend some time with one of my life's great loves - poker. I was lucky enough to meet the right people in the online poker community to make a decent amount of money from an online card game in my early college years to support me, and ever since I've always wanted to eventually be able to play around the world in live tournaments, having it all pay for itself. This, of course, is an ultimate goal -- version infinity, the best it can get. I am working on version 1.0 of this goal by playing small stakes SNGs online at Cake poker in my spare time and hoping to build up a small bankroll to play micro MTTs on. This brings me to the point of this post, I want to outline my goals for February. 

Volume: 40 games/week
Bankroll Management: Only registering for games at the $1-2 level, a mix of 10-person STT SNGs and HUSNGs until a bankroll of $150.00 is reached, then mixing in $3-4 HUSNGs as well as SNGs

This blog to me is a place to discuss goals that I feel need to be published in an effort to push myself to complete them, and poker is definitely something I've said I'm going to buckle down on a lot, but never really done. I've also tried blogs before, but those were strictly poker-only and didn't feel very natural writing on. This is a volume of my life, and I will approach it holistically.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Piece #1: Inspiration From Devistation

For my first piece I'm going to share with you guys, I've chosen the spot that sparked the conversation that lead up to all of this. A friend took me to this place in Santa Rosa and I couldn't believe how colorful and generally brilliant this place was, have a look at the pictures for yourselves and tell me; what do you think it all means? What does it mean to you? I see this as art, not defacement of property (even though we did technically cross a fence to get in)



This one if the main shot that really just blew me away, look at all the individual tags and expressions 





When I look at this place I see people in cooperative competition to represent their artwork by outdoing the current stuff out there, all the different fonts and colors, symbols and words all fit very eloquently as a backdrop to a collapsed roof in this abandoned winery.

The Why's and Why Not's

Hello all,

Welcome to my personal blog about the exploits of my life and my views on culture, graffiti, poker, business and life. I don't have any specific goals with this page but I hope to keep it regularly updated. In an effort to provide everyone with a little context and background for my perspective, I'll tell you all a little about myself. I'm a 21 year old student of Anthropology at a local junior college, waiting on responses from Universities at the moment. I'm living in Northern California in a moderately small town and work in a generic food-service job in a nearby town. In my free time, I enjoy gaming, hiking, working on a website I hope to launch at the end of the year that I'm pretty psyched about, and my biggest passion besides my education; poker. I played poker "professionally" (I use this term very loosely) for a couple years in between jobs and am constantly working towards making this a lot more viable option of an income source. I will, of course, provide as much context as I can so that my stories and posts will make sense. I may change names, dates and other small details to conceal the identity of those involved.

Now that my identity has been outlined a bit, let's get right down to it. I'm sure you're sitting there wondering why I called this blog ''The Anthropology of Graffiti" if I don't plan on talking about graffiti exclusively, or even primarily. Well, I'll tell you a little story...

I graduated from high school in June of 2009 and within 72 hours of receiving my diploma I boarded a plane out of Oakland headed towards Christchurch, New Zealand with my father for my graduation gift. I was extremely excited, and couldn't believe I was finally headed to the place I had wanted to travel for as long as I could remember. This was my first out-of-country experience and at this time I had no idea what Anthropology even was let alone knowing it was something I would eventually major in. Fast Forward about 30 hours and a deadmau5 album on repeat for the good majority of it later, I decided to get my Internet-Fix after our first day of walking around the town and use the hotel's free computers to surf the web.

While I was aimlessly clicking my way through facebook or whatever online forum I was browsing at the time a man sat next to me and began browsing. After about 20 minutes of us glancing back and forth from each others screens avoiding eyes he asked where I was from, I told him California. His reaction was rather surprising, and consisted of him asking me tons of questions about how California living is and especially how the graffiti looked in my area. He explained to me that he was a graffiti artist who lived in Australia with his wife and child, and that he had just "done a run on these Kiwi's". He told me that Kiwi's (New Zealanders) and Aussies tended to "battle" back and forth by coming in groups and tagging trains, buildings and basically everything they can get paint to stick to in a couple of days before flying back to Australia. I was dumbfounded that someone could consider this their passion or even profession, although I did think it was cool. In the midst of my ignorance, this guy shows me some of the works himself and his crew had done on the current trip they were on. He showed me picture upon picture of art, not what I had thought was graffiti. He changed my perspective on graffiti in just a dozen or so photographs. He showed me images of train-length dragons painted by crews of guys in a matter of minutes, not days.

Years later that guy and his art still resonated through my mind when I was taking a class on Folklore and we watched a video called Style Wars on Graffiti in NYC (Link to view: ) and it finally clicked with me that Graffiti is more of a representation of our society in it's truest form than anything else I could think of. Essentially, Graffiti is each of our generations honest opinions and struggles, and I'm talking everything from hatespeech scraped into a bathroom stall to Banksy's newest piece, it represents us. I find this is a fitting title to this blog, as I will be writing about current events, my opinions, and my honest thoughts.

Welcome to my blog, feel free to comment and ask questions, I look forward to hearing from you.