It Lives!

I created this little Lego creation on a whim after being tired of having my iPod just lay around there all in the way and generally ignored while listening to it, so I created a little stand-up dock.

Behold!

You just put in the iPod and ignore the scribbled-on hands in an awkward position…

Then you lock it into place with a simple 3-piece… piece…

And Voila! No wait…

Much better!

Do drop a comment if you like it!

Perdition

I wrote this story for a homework assignment, originally in spanish. Some things may have been lost in translation, but the meaning is still there.
Tell me what you think. Drop a comment.

Perdition

It all started with the Australian. We called him The Australian because he had an odd accent. He was Australian, of course, but with a bit of Scottish in him. He had an air of young naivety, but in reality he was a mature and almost dangerous person. He was a kind lad, rarely angry, but known to go into fits of desperation. I mention him because he introduced me to Her.

She was a photographer, and everything that entailed. Like all professional and semi-professional photographers, she was quite bossy, but secure in herself. I myself am a photographer. A photographer with experience in the old ways and the new ways. We were both under the guidance of Jim.

Jim was a professional photographer who had been on every continent in the Earth. He took photos of the people and places wherever he went, and in his pictures he captured the essence of entire countries. When he wasn’t on a plane or on the streets in foreign places, he was a freelance photographer and a teacher. When we were working, he told us stories of his journeys and experiences, his opinions on countries, and a view of the world in general.

They both come into the story because they are the ones who taught me humility and discipline in photography. They also changed my life. I noticed things that previously went ignored. I opened my eyes to the world around me. I cast off those rose-coloured glasses. I had a purpose in life, and they awakened me to it. I knew what I had to do.

Life is a circle. Everything eventually comes back to the source. Things come and go like the flow of the tides. I remember the story of the puddle on the sidewalk, and how it thought that the world was made for it and it alone, always waiting for an eventuality that never came and ultimately ended in disappointment. It was all part of life. Evaporation was not the end of its short existence, merely the transition into a new one. It’s all part of the inevitable circle of life.

But all in all, these experiences prepared me for the essential point in my life. The Australian, The Photographer, Jim, my friends, my teachers, my colleagues. I hear their voices in my head.

The Australian asks “If you saw a grain of corruption, a malicious action, a fatal lie, would you go out of your place to correct it?”

The Photographer asks “If you could influence the world with your work, even if it meant gaining enemies, would you do it?”

Jim asks “If you could change the world for the better, even if it meant getting out of place and risking your life, would you do it, even knowing that your life would drastically change?

It all prepared me for this moment. This singular important moment that was the culmination and pinnacle of my life. I threw discretion away, and threw myself into the middle of the revolution. I launched myself through the streets, searching for that perfect angle and the correct moment. In it, I found the meaning of life, of love, of friendship, of charity, of humanity, and the meaning of life itself.

And I took the photo that changed the world.