Running

ive been running for years, but its recently struck me why it is such a passion of mine. i am fairly obsessive about doing things no one else does and doing them well. call it pride, whatever. running is one of those things. i can groom it, perfect it, and analyze it. and, do it all while no one is watching. my favorite runs are at midnight. when no one else is watching. when everyone else is sleeping. when all i see is a random headlight every once in a while from a car with someone coming home from a night out. when the crickets make a symphony of sound that everyone else cannot hear because they love the sound of their televisions too much. nobody sees how fast, how far, how tough i run. nobody sees the hills. nobody sees the guts i leave on the sidewalk. nobody sees the private expressions of numbness to the world. only me. nobody understands why 10 miles excites me. people call me crazy for anticipating hill repeats. but for me its my sanctuary. its my quiet. its my place where nobody can call me. nobody can upset me. the world can't dissappoint me. i can deal with things. i say all this on the eve of completing my first 30 mile week since coming back from destroying my ankle; which really isnt even close to being fully healed if im honest with myself.

bought my dream camera today...nikon d40 w18-200 lens...cant wait to take it out.

if anyone wants my old camera ill let it go for $250 with software, usb cord, bag, rechargeable batteries, and a charger. its a $400 value brand new and its in excellent condition.


e-mail me at christopherammen@yahoo.com if you want a shirt. $12. boys are green, girls style shirt in blue.

I continually fall in love...

Boy with a coin he found in the weeds
with bullets and pages of trade magazines
close to a car the flipped on the turn
when God left the ground to circle the world

Girl with a bird she found in the snow
that flew up her gown, and that's how she knows
that God made her eyes for crying at birth
then left the ground to circle the earth

Boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans
then making a wish, and tossed in the sea
then walked to a town that all of us burned
when God left the ground to circle the world
-Sam Beam "Iron and Wine"

dark, mysterious, unbelievably genious song

i'd marry a dupree. just throwing that out there.

28:19

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Buy a T-shirt for $12. They are sweet. Design is by Wes Radcliffe. e-mail me at christopherammen@yahoo.com to reserve yours. I need 20 people to buy to make it profitable before I will order them. Even if you have told me in person that you want one, remind me in e-mail form. I've had so much going on that I have probably forgotten.

We are proud to introduce the photography of Eric Macam in the coming week. His stuff is amazing and I am thrilled to have him on our crew. Get excited!

less than a month, sara

when my face is not the face you want to see everyday
when hand is not the hand you want to hold when you're afraid
when my thoughts no longer comfort you
when my heart no longer moves you
when my voice no longer soothes you
where will you be?

when the world that we made is nothing but a drone
and your head on my breast doesn't feel like home
when my thoughts no longer comfort you
when my heart no longer moves you
when my voice no longer soothes you
where will you be?

when you think that your love is not enough
when you think that my love isn't enough
when my thoughts no longer comfort you
when my heart no longer moves you
when my voice no longer soothes you
where will you be?
-sara watkins

im staying with jutty and abby valiquette right now...very nice

ill be speaking at Campus Crusade on November 15th at 8:30 pm in the HPNP auditorium at UF. Ill be speaking on four reasons why Martha stayed in the kitchen.

opening shop this weekend...the photography of ashley vaniska, marianne grieg, and chris ammen...look out. the colors on the logo are off, click on it to see the real image.

new editing on old stuff

picnik

the most amazing free photo editing site i have ever seen: http://www.picnik.com

my vision for my beard. i would imagine ill be there by november 1st or so. its getting pretty bigish.

tell me, baby, tell me
are you still on the stoop
watching the windows close?
i've not seen you lately
on the street by the beach
or places we used to go

i've a picture of you
on our favorite day
by the seaside
there's a bird stealing bread
that i brought
out from under my nose

tell me, baby, tell me
does his company make
light of a rainy day?
how i've missed you lately
and the way we would speak
and all that we wouldn't say

do his hands in your hair
feel a lot like a thing
you believe in
or a bit like a bird
stealing bread out from under your nose?

tell me, baby, tell me
do you carry the words
around like a key or change?
i've been thinking lately
of a night on the stoop
and all that we wouldn't say

if i see you again
on the street by the beach
in the evening
will you fly like a bird
stealing bread out from under my nose?
-sam beam "iron and wine"