Dale Carnegie (American lecturer, author, 1888-1955)

THANK YOU!!!

WHAT NOT TO KEEP?? ;)

burnians.com was meant to be a short-lived site to celebrate BURN birthday. Lassal and I had a decision to close it after a few weeks and we have done so.
But things aren’t always go as planned. The demand for the site to stay up and be the reminder of BURN’s first birthday celebration is overwhelming and our decision is to bring it back to life. However, comments and live picture posting is closed since it requires much of our attention which we cannot accommodate.

I have also added a link in the links section of BURN pointing to BURNIANS.com.

Enjoy and Happy New Year !!!

Visual food on aisle…Photographic Essays…

VIVA …!!!

I’m coming back everyday…for your everyday…almost everyday…
it’s sometimes the everyday…
that it makes everyday not like every every day…
falling in love with the everyday…is not happening everyday…

OK.I am tired of me…Everyday, every single day …

now I am Running…
you all know like who…:)))

enjoy your time and have a good start to the NEW YEAR :)
Looking forward to reading you again …

What not to love?

NEW YEAR is almost …here …!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yc0YuyCnLAk&feature=related

I LOVE YOU
from a BURNED penguin …

ABRASOS, GOODBYE, BON VOYAGE …ANTIO…CHEERIOS, BUGS…

I WILL be BACK!!!

P.S Please, take care yourselves and your FAMILIES…that’s all you have after all…
thanks to the Spirits…I am FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Come on BURNIANS … can you feel it???
Life is beautiful …!!!

Keep shooting…keep loving…keep wandering around…
My new project is …coming soon…
Something is really …BURNing !!!

I am the Happiest Civilian in the World…???
sure…sure

Maybe a BURNIAN …laughing all the way to the bank…payday in Grecoland…
Santa Claus is coming …

“Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?”
Pablo Picasso

WHO…

“The good writer, the great writer, has what I have called the three S’s: the power to see, to sense, and to say. That is, he/she is perceptive, he/she is feeling, and he/she has the power to express in language what he/she observes and reacts to.”

Lawrence Clark Powell (American Librarian, Writer and Critic, 1906-2001)

KATIE …Did I say… I love you…!!!

reading novels is always my best prep….you know i love much of Llosa, but have not read The War of the End of the World”…will get it tomorrow…many thanks…novels always have the real truth…

I find that if you can’t laugh at yourself you may just be missing the best joke of the century. My mirror never fails to reveal that fact either :-)

Puerto Viejo is really nice, you’re right. Especially in off-season. The whole vibe is relaxed and rastafarian. Cahuita is an amazing beach and the Carribbean water, ahhhh, like a juicy jewel sloshing through a sandy hourglass. But the crime…the drugs..the drugged criminals. er..for women, not the safest evening stroll, you know? The west coast used to be safer but not so anymore. Drugs changed everything in Costa Rica.

Now, Panama, Bocas del Toro, oh man, what not to love? You get off the plane on the main island that’s what, like a mile long? You walk two blocks to the main strip, pick your waterfront hotel that’s in popsicle colored clapboard buildings, your room hanging over the sea, the rhythm so slow and easy, so safe. The food is a total bore but the ambience, the beautiful clear water, the unspoiled islands, the water taxis, the people..the Bri-Bri (Indigenous tribe) selling organic cacao wrapped in aluminum foil and coffee in little paper bags in the park that they grew themselves in the Talamanca mountains of Costa Rica and they come overland to Bocas to sell it. I was only there once but loved it.

But…the third world..even the emerging third world, well, it’s nice for vacation but to live there for a long long time, mmm..it’s difficult. However, being here in NJ for just two days..i’m loving it so much but, but…so many aging boomers waddling heavily in XXL sweatshirts from car to restaurant. I look around trying to imagine these places without the boomers..empty..save for a few young harried mothers with their mini-broods of 1.5 kids. What will it be like without the boomers? Strange i think. I went to an artist’s studio today..in the hills..my sister took me. I admired a painting. The young gay artist gave it to me. Just handed it to me. Never met me in his life. Said, here, it’s yours. Well, it’s all strange..the long slanted rays of light raking across the bare brown ground, skeletal trees, as wan and sculpturally elegant as a Calvin Klein model. Different, horrible, beautiful, efficient, clean, home. It’s home.

Well, i should stop wining and whining. Civilian, care to join me in a glass? We can talk of our homes and our homing instincts. oime indeed.

I will call you this evening David. I don’t have a cell phone here and will call from my parent’s house. They don’t have internet. If i want the internet i don’t have the phone. If i want the phone i don’t have the internet. Many thanks to you. You will be fine in Rio. You have stage fright. You will be so, so, so fine. I predict it. I read once someone who said that what’s happening on the fringes of the event is always more interesting than the actual event. I have found that to be so. For whatever’s it’s worth. Best of luck..best of light..best of karma and carisma and the creative muse. May she guide every click of the shutter.

CATHY:

Ohmygod, how i ended up in Costa Rica, how i found myself in the cloud forests, and the above-the-cloud-forests, stubborn burly knots of trees clinging to the ground, clouds racing, RACING overhead, the sun burning a beam of pure light right through your closed eyelids, the air so pure you wonder how you could bottle it and take it back down to the city with you, you lay down and make angel wings in the volcanic sand and while there might be a distinction between you and an actual angel, it’s a very slight distinction. Because when you’re up there that far, where the oxygen is thin and the sun a glowing soccer ball seemingly within reach..well, if there’s heaven anywhere it might just be there. And if there’s a God, her name is Bliss. And for a moment, you are God. He is you. Anyway, how i got here is a story that if i told you you’d think i made it up. But i will tell you if you like. One of these days. After i’ve bid a fond adieu to all of it. And it all becomes retrospective.

ROSS

That was an hysterical story about the passport stamp..absolutely classic. I love your sense of humor! Don’t ever lose it (or as many on the internet write it ‘loose it’. Don’t ever loose it. haha)

Bye all

Kathleen

Come on BURNIANS …let’s try…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zdz88MBWomo
JAMES BROWN

please, don’t try this without protection…hmmm…