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Showing posts with label Time Lapse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Time Lapse. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

365 Days of Tommy P: Day 315


Wednesday, November 11, 2009 (315)

On my orientation day when I was a freshman at UIC we played an ice –breaker to get to know each other. I don’t remember what the game was called how it really went. But, some one would say something and if that applied to anyone that person / those people would have to stand in the center of the circle. At one point then subject was “I’m going commando right now.” One girl stepped forward and stood in the center of the circle. She smiled a little bashfully. Everyone started looking around confused and asking what “going commando” meant. She was my first friend I made.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Monday, May 5, 2008

Another Sixty Days of Tommy P: Day 43


Monday, May 5, 2008

All right. So this is how it works. Two weeks left in school and I stay up all night working. I wake up looking like that. And I head out looking like this. Think what you want, but you can’t argue with results.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Another Sixty Days of Tommy P: Day 8


Monday, March 31, 2008

Taken throughout the day, (TL, TR, BL, BR).

"As a character disorder, narcissism is the very opposite of strong self-love. Self-absorption does not produce gratification, it produces injury to the self; erasing the line between self and other means that nothing new, nothing “other,” ever enters the self; it is devoured and transformed until one thinks one can see oneself in the other—and then it becomes meaningless. This is why the clinical profile of narcissism is not of a state of activity, but of a state of being. There are erased the demarcations, limits, and forms of time as well as relationship. The narcissist is not hungry for experiences, he is hungry for Experience. Looking for an expression or reflection of himself in Experience, he devalues each particular interaction or scene, because it is never enough to encompass who he is. The myth of Narcissus neatly captures this: one drowns in the self—it is an entropic state.”
-Richard Sennett