Kaori Manabe

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Kaori Manabe is a Japanese television personality and model. She was born in 1981 in Saijo, Ehime.

Her television roles include:

• Science Zero (NHK)

• WAKU WAKU (Chukyo TV)

• WATER BOYS

Louise Chester

Louise Chester, originally uploaded by lavendamemory.

biten' down

One thing I have been very fearful of (growingly so) is photography. There is much to learn and though I do have potential, what with my two eyes and two hands and all, I have begun to lose my zeal for learning the technical aspects of photography. 

So, in order to conquer this fear, I am vowing to do at least one shoot this week and one the next. That should give me a few photos to work on during my down time. 

Anyhow, here is a new crop of an old photo I've demoted to black and white from color. Hope you likes. 

let's go for an off-the-charts life. why not?

It's three o'clock in the morning and I'm scared. It's crazy, because it's this fear, this thick-throated, heat swell inside of me that I've been chasing down all week. I have tried chocolate and salt and shopping to repress it and yet it rises. 

I have had a few episodes, perhaps windows is a better word, of near-enlightenment. Like, the other day on the metro, when I ran into a little girl who reminded me of myself at her age and yet radiated with confidence and contentment I only ever dreamed of. Or a few days back, just after I listened to a podcast by a writer who was living her dream, who dared to write and publish her work in today's extremely competitive market. Lastly, today on the phone. Today I spoke with a friend who reminded me of my dreams and my hunger for knowledge. Each of these experiences this past week have been pushing me closer to a brink. And I have been so fearful, because I thought beyond the precipice I would find a torrent of water, rising, jagged rocks, or worse yet- personal failure. I have ignored my emotions and allowed these waves of fear to swell and nearly drown me. 

The source of this fear surprised me, because it represents a hurdle surfacing from my past. A past I have vowed to overcome. I am scared of myself. I am scared of my potential, my thirst for an off-the-charts life. I am scared that hope will only produce bitter disappointment. I am scared that I won't be strong enough to believe in myself, in my own aspirations. I fear a life empty of satisfaction, wonder, imagination. I am afraid I have grown up.

You see, when I was a kid I never longed to grow up. I understood early on that adult's lives were not to be envied. They were the one's who had to work, pay the bills, watch after kids. They didn't even get summers off. And as I grew older, a bit more world savvy, I realized it wasn't adulthood which had to be feared, but the mind set of most the adults I knew. I noticed that very few adults were happys. I noticed that they no longer dreamed, took risks, or played in life. They simply staked their flag and settled. And what's worse, they knew it.

So, here I am. I am in Barcelona, newly married, a closet full of clothes, a week full of time. And ashamed to admit to the adult-mindset I have let take over me. It's true. I have not done any of the things I'd planned to do. Like, write every free hour of my day, read books by all the authors I find inspiring. Like, take walks where I've never been, to take pictures of places I'll never forget. The most shameful part, is that I have borrowed any reason and wielded every excuse I know. I have lied to myself on the journey. I have staked my own damn flag. 

I hope this is the closest I will come to "growing up." I hope the remnants of my shame linger into the morning of everyday of the rest of my life. I hope tomorrow, the conviction of my inner-childhood voice presses on and inspires me to live the life I dreamed of as a child. As a child can only dream.

(And if not, I can always kick my own ass.) 

toilet paper and donuts.

Tonight we have run out of toilet paper. I keep wandering into the bathroom, looking around and muttering to myself. I didn't realize these things actually happened. And for goodness sakes! There are two of us!

Tonight I am also feeling very lonely. I surprised myself on the metro today on my way to the University. I was meeting Jelani for dinner. 

I don't like riding the metro alone, because it's much more difficult to pretend that I am not looking at people sitting across from me and beside me, as well as those standing beside the doors. If worse comes to worse, however, I turn toward one of the station maps and pretend to read it. 

Today I had just slipped into a seat when a mom with three little girls in tow stepped in. The first pig-tailed girl immediately seated herself in the empty chair beside me, licking the frosting off of a very bright-green donut. The other two shuffled in and stood across from me, staring with large, sparkling eyes, at my face and my hair and probably my clothes. 

Finally, the smallest girl approached the seats and turned around to squeeze her thin frame between me and her sister. I scooted over to make room. "Gracias," her mother said. "Gracias," the little one echoed. Her accent was not very clear yet and it made me smile. 

It was strange though, the way her little voice impacted me. When she spoke that one, rounded word, I stopped breathing. I actually caught my breath and held back the immediate urge to cry. I peered down at her from the corner of my eye and smiled again- nervously. Her face was turned perfectly towards mine. She carefully bit off a sprinkle while staring into my eyes. No smile. No calculated glance at the map. She simply looked at me and then, as if suddenly remembering her glamorous tennis shoes, she turned her gaze towards those and began to bounce her feet back and forth. 

I sighed. I relaxed and forced myself to breathe, noticing the smell of frosting, which by now had filled the entire car with the scent of birthday cakes and valentine cookies. 

And suddenly, I felt happy. I felt so happy and sad all at the same time. As if I were remembering something dear, while being robbed of something precious. But what each jewel may have been, I couldn't- and still can't- place my finger on.

When my stop came, I hesitantly stood up and slowly, slowly walked to the door. I breathed in one last scent of colorful frosting. And left something of myself behind.

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Going on 3 Months

, originally uploaded by kevin russ.

I can't believe I just got married in February! It's crazy getting married, then packing up and leaving the country. Everything is so unfamiliar and everything, absolutely everything falls under "new territory".
I can't wait to come back home to Portland. I find myself empathizing with Hemmingway, who wrote about his experiences back in Michigan while living in Paris. He called it "transplanting" himself. I miss home and appreciate home more than ever. If not anything else, I will leave Spain with this.

Emree Graves

This is Aimee's new baby, who looks just like her mommy! So beautiful ( :

Train ride to Sitges

In our touristic ignorance, Jelani and I arrived at the train station late in the afternoon, after a leisurely morning of breakfast and packing. 

We approached the information counter in confusion, with fists full of money prepared to pay for our one-way tickets. "Es siempre gratis," the man informed us. "Free?" I repeated in English. The man stared at my forehead until I smiled and asked him in Spanish to write down the platform number on a museum pass flyer.

When we finally worked our way through the maze-like station to our platform, we found ourselves amongst a crowd of maybe, 100- maybe 125 European's also intent on traveling to Sitges. What a bummer. Jelani and I looked down at my bag where my laptop fit snugly inside, full of Smallville episodes we'd uploaded for the 40 minute train ride. I sighed and readjusted the bag on my shoulder for the long ride ahead.

As soon as I spotted the train coming through the tunnel, unlike my gentle, polite husband, I charged and elbowed my way to the front of the crowd, prepared to "accidently" step on anyone I needed to in order to reserve two seats. Unfortunately, my ambition was ill appreciated. 

It's here I must remind you that the Spanish, though boney and half-starved on flavorless tapas, are a less than delicate society. While I have grown accustomed to their insistent jostling in the street, as well as their primitive costumer service, I was shocked to feel my own limbs and feet trampled upon while boarding. Still, I managed to get on only after 8 others.

Feeling victorious, I stepped onto the train. I looked around. Oh crap, I thought, as I realized that every seat was already taken. Those who boarded before me were crowding into the isles, searching for a single, square foot of standing room. We were going to have to stand the entire ride. 

I turned around and spotted Jelani just stepping onto the train with our suitcase in tow. He squeezed in next to me, where I stood cornered between two old Spanish men and their large bags of luggage. I smiled bravely.

After exactly 7 minutes and on stop later, I gave up on the hope that an upcoming stop would relieve us of all other passengers, leaving us to our own, private car, and quickly made up my mind to enjoy the trip. This meant that I would have to quickly adapt to the thick odor of hot, pressing bodies, the distinct smell of catalan crackers on a stranger's breath and slightly damp air of perspiration given off by the gentleman who's arm stretched out over top my shoulder in order to grasp a handrail. This meant I would have to ignore the villainous cackle of two plump, french women and their rowdy children. 

I concentrated on a pale skinned woman reading a book and pictured myself sprawling freely overtop two, better yet, three empty seats. That's the only proper way to read on trains, I thought to myself. I imagined the envious, neighboring passengers who would puzzle at the english-filled pages of my book. A few others would recognize the name, Hemmingway, enscribed on the cover and scoff at the thought of an educated American. They would gasp at the unsightly glare of my white socks peaking out from blue jeans. (Spaniards all wear dark socks you know.) However, once the pale skinned woman begin to reach for her nostril (with no attempt at discretion) my daydream came to an end.

I turned my attention back to my husband, who stood in an unfortunate position, unable to change his footing, straight across from catalan-cracker man, whom I could still hear smacking behind me. 

Once we got off the train I began my detailed impression of the car and it's passengers. When I began to describe the noisy, cracker man, Jelani interupted me however. Donuts, he corrected me, he was eating donuts.

 

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tuesday

tuesday, originally uploaded by lavendamemory.

It's been a while since I've done any self portraits. I can process photos much thoroughly now, but the most important thing I've learned these past 6 months is how to utilize my lighting.
Anyhow, I was cleaning at home nearly all day, when I felt inspired to shoot since we had beautiful weather streaming in through the terrace today...

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Sagrada Familia

I have been really lazy since we've been in Spain. It's hard to kick the feeling that we are on a three month vacation. So, the things I would normally do on "holiday" such as eat a lot of junk food, lounge around the house and never clean up my messes are catching up with me. ( :

Anyhow, Jelani is picking up the slack to compensate for my lethargy as of late and last weekend we actually road our bikes all the way across town to visit the Sagrada Familia, which if you didn't know, is one of the most famous buildings designed by architect Antoni Gaudí in 1882. It was meant to be a church, but he died before finished it himself. The Spanish folk here have decided to continue building it, but between tours and "tourists" they seem to be going at a snails pace. It's still an absolutely stunning building however. I will post some of Jelani's pictures on here in addition to those of us smiling cheeky below ( :

Louise

Louise, originally uploaded by lavendamemory.

Dark Pearls

Louise, originally uploaded by lavendamemory.

I have been editing extensively since our stay here, in Barcelona. After taking some shots of the girls last weekend, I tried out some new techniques and came out with a set I'm really satisfied with. These are few of my favorite photos. Let me know what you think!