Saturday, March 16, 2013

If time is given a value to a point



Time is given its value from the point in which it is marked, which would make “jumping” back and forth in and out of multiple dimensions in theory correct.

 

Bending space, warping space, would be finding the same point of time relative to the points. Finding the zero of time to each point is the issue.

 

If the big bang theory is correct and that is the beginnings of time, or even used as the marker of time then we are the particle aftermath. Then our math only becomes a perception of that point.

 

However, if we agree that there are multiple dimensions and that each are built like ours, then our neighboring dimensions would be almost pure “white” energy except where our “dark” energy dimension touched. It would then be perceived we are sparks of something continuing on forever, Time.

 

 Our neighboring dimensions become like a battery pole super positives to our super negatives.

 

Alas that is correct socially as well.

Friday, March 15, 2013

An Amends


An amends I truly went off yesterday on some poor kid, who took the risk and asked about weather or not she should have a modeling fan page.

 

I took a dream a thought of success and made a bad example out of all of this modeling efforts, a dream of being at the top of a wonderful industry, of being famous, of being a goddess of attention.

 

Really who am I to have such an opinion as to weather or not she should have a Fan Page. I mean is it I who is going to be wondering who is in that car keeps following me, or of the fan to just has to marry me, Gosh at my age, is it me that is going to be looking at these wonderful images, and an expense that never gets covered, is it me that is looking at Facebook, LinkedIn, and Twitter just to get attention for some far off job in NYC then spend years wondering why they didn’t call me.

 

A career in Internet modeling, Facebook modeling and being a Porn star are the same, it doesn’t take any experience.

 

See proof I am mean. Alas; honest but mean all the same.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Models or Photographers


I have spent my life working with and providing images for models who really want to go somewhere, these are the people who, have a very difficult time explaining why they want to be the Sexiest, the most Enchanting, they are the ones you find on covers and inside Magazines, they are not the fool hearty, the attention freaks, they are the ones who put fourth effort way beyond the others, whom assume the worst of them, or me.

 

It is for them I have spent the last few years of my life providing opportunities which other wise would have been lost to them.

 

It is and will be an honor to work with them.

 

To have that cheapened by Facebook and fakeness is an insult, to them and their dreams.

 

It is only the professionals, those whom have gone to college to learn a trade, to have spent years of their life to achieve the simplest of things, gratitude of the profession.

 

Why make less of them whom have come before you.

 

If you are a model, and when I say that word it has convictions, it has desires, it has goals. If you are a photographer, to which has standards of ethics’, of professionalism, why would you present yourself on a free, unlimited venue such as Facebook, how selfish of you.  Only to be viewed as a cheapened persona.

 

Does this mean I am against the new, the amateur hardly not, but think before you jump, it is your images, your attitude, your dreams, to which you are chained. It is the view of the profession to condemn the cheap, the free loaders, the attention freaks.

 

You want a fan page, make dang sure you can provide the image the attitude and the professionalism. Other wise you look like another want to be, wishing, wanting someone else to do for you which you can not provide for yourself.

 

My two cents.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Common sense Mariujuana


Common sense

 

I could explain what a simple search on Bing, Google, or any search engine about this issue would attain but come on people, information in information out, this could go on for days. With the never ending points of law, social impact, crime, clinical research extra, extra, extra.  

 

We all want proof, we all want to make the right decisions; We want to be a steward to our own beliefs, form the safety of our children, to the benefit of our communities. We don’t want to make mistakes.

 

When I was growing up, going to school back in the day when phones were still attached to the wall. We would go to beer parties, from football season, through the year to Baseball, at these parties were the few who tried marijuana, some liked it some did not. But they were there, these few. The pictures the in news was about Hippies running around loosing their clothing complaining the Government was unfair about war, sex and drugs, That women were equal to and should receive equal pay and to have access to equal opportunities, and could wear want they wanted! That it does not matter what sex you are, nor who you choose to kiss.

 

It was the thing to do, to try to do something right, we considered social wrongs, and did something about them. We wore cool T-shirts like the big smiley which today is still used as a icon and short text, J . We came up with cool sayings like “Keep on Truckin.”.  We bought into the Bicentennial of our country were words like Liberty, the Constitution, were openly discussed. We spoke about our rights, discussed and proudly displayed these.

 

But there were these few, they didn’t die, didn’t get lost for days ( ok I did by choice), that became successful, were and are responsible. That raised and are raising outstand kids, We didn’t turn into monsters.

 

However we neglected again the minorities and the poor, by allowing unfounded laws to be passed. This is the travesty of these laws. To kill a production of an item as an industry, to persecute and jail out of unsubstantiated fear; To allow the war on drugs to be used as a way to control the cartels, and organized criminals which were created by this very fear again as it did in the Prohibition Alcohol.  To use miss information to justify mass media fear. Thus controlling the population. WTF.

 

Our Senators and Representatives are setting there complaining about the cost of government and how we need to cut spending and raise taxes, to pay for what? More of this neglect? More of this abuse?

 

Why is this not on the table to discuss? The saving of reducing tax expenditures; reducing the national debit, reducing crime, protecting the disadvantaged, educating our children, releasing form the bounds and chains an industry that could produce “green jobs” .

 

It is a Liberty to drink; a Liberty to smoke tobacco; A Liberty; a choice to govern ourselves, to Steward our communities, but we should at all costs be critical of that governing body. When we perceive a terrible wrong, a miss use of both power and infringement, we are Responsible to enact a change.  

 

Our founding Fathers would Freak!

 

I may not spell correctly, nor may I have gone to school to completion, however I have a right, a responsibility to point out common sense.

 

Chas Della Silva

Friday, March 8, 2013

Humble or is it fear?


Fear and Honor compete for space in my head. I think that is why I stay behind the camera and the screen of my laptop.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Just my thoughts: Digital loss

Just my thoughts: Digital loss: A digital loss,   How easy is it to get over the loss of digital work, for me its very hard to see the old hard drive fail and the...

Digital loss


A digital loss,

 

How easy is it to get over the loss of digital work, for me its very hard to see the old hard drive fail and the loss of so may months of work, too loose 365 images is, “well it happens” but to loose 365 poems is so hard to recreate.

 

Backups of backups to replace the loss of them images, really it just means reediting the work, well some, some taken form the loss would be just easier to reshoot. You see models have changed in the time that has lapsed so, would it not be fairer for them to rework the session. Alas most have quit the profession become married, had children, moved on with their life’s.

 

But the poems you see are completely different, the inspirations have shifted as my mind drifts on the currents of life the loss of them hurts deeply. Too this I have come depressed a dangerous place for me to be, for the shadows of dreams are changed to the chains of blackness each leading only back to the depths of the empty room.

 

Whom shall be the light, for the hand of inspirations is surely needed, fear not what I capture, fear only of what I write. For the dust will well have settled before you too are a footnote of a dream. Alas you will become lost in the depths of the digital age, read by few, seen by many as part of the cloud.