LawSchools Video by Robby

Law School - King of the Crops from Robby Piantanida on Vimeo.

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". . . Ah, poems amount to so little when you write them too early in your life. you ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness for a whole lifetime, and a long one if possible, and then, at the very end, you might perhaps be able to write ten good lines. For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)-- they are experiences. For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and Things, you must understand animals, must feel how birds fly, and know the gesture which small flowers make when they open in the morning. You must be able to think back to streets in unknown neighborhoods, to unexpected encounters, and to partings you had long seen coming; to days of childhood whose mystery is still unexplained, to parents whom you had to hurt when they brought in a joy and you didn't pick it up (it was a joy meant for somebody else--); to childhood illnesses that began so strangely with so many profound and difficult transformations, to days in quiet, restrained rooms and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to nights of travel that rushed along high overhead and went flying with all the stars,--and its is still not enough to be able to think of all that. You must have memories of many nights of love, each one different from all the others, memories of women screaming in labor, and of light, pale, sleeping girls, who have just given birth and are closing again. But you must also have been beside the dying, must have sat beside the dead in the room with the open window and the scattered noises. And it is not yet enough to have memories. You must be able to forget them when they are many, and you must have the immense patience to wait until they return. For the memories themselves are not important. Only when they have changed into our very blood, into glance and gesture, and are nameless, no longer to be distinguished from ourselves--only then can it happen that in some very rare hour the first word of a poem arises in the midst and goes forth from them. "

[For The Sake Of A Single Poem] from The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Bridge, Rainer Rilke

And for fun.

"Some people say that the words 'scum' and 'rotten' are wrong for objective journalism, which is true; but they miss the point."

Hunter S. Thompson

more drawings and stuff.

Beard update for those that I do not see very often. Its after a day of work, but I thought that "fixing it up" would be sort of unbeard-like.

So I've been working. I've been enjoying it as well, which is good because for a while there I thought I was a class A bum that couldn't hold a job for more than a month or two if he tried. Turns out I only hate working cruddy jobs, which I'm ok with.

I really need a car. I believe that I will soon be able to acquire one but not yet. It causes me to be tired.

(also these images are in the reverse order I wanted them....but I don't feel like fixing it. also for some reason they are different sizes...?....but again don't care enough to know. you can zoom in or out on your browser by pressing ctrl. + or - ....if you weren't already aware)

A 25 minute pose at Belhaven's drawing session. I like certain things and lack others. One thing I did figure out is that I wanted to emphasize how skinny she was but was having trouble showing how little she was as well because of that (she is very small and skinny.) I didn't pay very much attention to the face here and consequently the head, which I was ok with; but when I went back and looked at it I realize that her head is too small. IF I had made her head larger or even oversized it would have made her appear smaller, solving the problem.

Joe...quickly

I like this one...it was a good exercise experience

Fairly pleased with this developing and the character of it.

quick landscape...(the camera on my comp flips the image.)

hand partial...

Tippy toes deciding what to order at broadstreet. this might actually be Peuderbaugh, or however you spell it.

"T" playing a solo set. In the left one the face has good likeness while I like the right one because it looks like he's playing.

These weren't supposed to be last...they are older and arn't as good. Sorry for no happy ending.

I love ya'll.