tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40939194533585335262024-03-13T23:18:08.314-07:00The JourneyFinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08829826836248146264noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093919453358533526.post-53276723634713357082007-11-27T21:35:00.000-08:002008-11-13T16:31:47.176-08:00Path of Lower Resistance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/R00D9ovUZzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/a8b37hp7weI/s1600-h/williamsburg2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/R00D9ovUZzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/a8b37hp7weI/s320/williamsburg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137767107342395186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">It's natural to take the path of least resistance. Rain </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">trickles around puddled leaves and down to corner gutters. DSL connections work faster when the circuits don't have interference (from what I'm not sure but the technicians are quick to reconfigure this and reset that). I cross the street if a cluster of people are ahead of me and take the endless local roads of LA because the 405, 110, 710, 105, 10 and 5 are all one sun-drenched parking lot. Artists of various backgrounds venture into industrial, desolate areas like Williamsburg in search of space and savings. Trend starting yet trend hating. Dilapidated 2 family homes hiding under the dusty shadows of sleek luxury condos. Peter Luger tonight, D.O.C. tomorrow. And somewhere in between the dichotomy is a worn down path of lower resistance thanks to independents who explored here before me. Rock on Willy...<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Welcome to finnsjourney, the musings of our nomad Finn of Freedom is Natural Nirvana (FINN Creations).</div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08829826836248146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093919453358533526.post-46147835267572472782007-11-26T16:38:00.001-08:002008-11-13T16:31:47.368-08:00Noticing the other "Penn"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/R0tnIovUZxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jySwqebQL9c/s1600-h/phillystatue2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/R0tnIovUZxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jySwqebQL9c/s320/phillystatue2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137313198018684690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">The "other" Pennsylvania Station, as in not NY's Penn Station, was about to be named the Ben Franklin Station, but was staring at a $3M price tag to merely change all the signs and I'm sure some politicky-tackiness, so Philly's Amtrak and Railroad station located on 30th St. wusiwig-ishly remained the 30th Street Station. I make every effort to combat the law of diminishing returns to appreciate the beauty of everyday-ness things and to notice that I'm noticing. This War Memorial honors the RR employees who died during WWII and is of the archangel Michael who is lifting a dead soldier out of the flames of war. I notice that I'm reminded of death. I notice that I'm alive and free to return to my Penn.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Welcome to finnsjourney, the musings of our nomad Finn of Freedom is Natural Nirvana (FINN Creations).</div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08829826836248146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093919453358533526.post-76273269118129653622007-11-11T20:20:00.000-08:002008-11-13T16:31:47.915-08:00Ham & Beans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/Rzfl_LJsFuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RxCzzf4alLE/s1600-h/boston+comm+ave2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/Rzfl_LJsFuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RxCzzf4alLE/s320/boston+comm+ave2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131823173899917026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">After driving through the "hams" of Easthams, Chathams, Hinghams, and the "mouths" of Heymouths, Plymouths and Yarmouths, I finally get to Beantown. Finding myself on the wrong side of the Charles River (again), I look up and spot the flickering lights of the brazenly awkward neon CITGO sign. Not quite Lady Liberty, Eiffel, or Ben - just purely Boston and that's the natural beauty of this iconic structure. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzfVUrJsFrI/AAAAAAAAADw/-3l28ehiRfs/s1600-h/outoftownnews2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzfVUrJsFrI/AAAAAAAAADw/-3l28ehiRfs/s320/outoftownnews2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131804851569432242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Cemented into the hearts and memories of all souls who have traveled through the scholarly streets of Cambridge is Out of Town News. This is where musicians bellow and croon, visitors congregate before jumping on the red T line, locals become internationals, and cab drivers squat until their next ride. Sit, stare, fight, dream - done it all at the News.<br /><br />The overly bright little bugger in front is Filbert the frog who traveled with me everywhere. He now has only 1 eye and lost his top hat. Sometimes traveling ain't easy...<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Welcome to finnsjourney, the musings of our nomad Finn of Freedom is Natural Nirvana (FINN Creations).</div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08829826836248146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093919453358533526.post-40854569359904990842007-11-08T00:04:00.001-08:002008-11-13T16:31:48.845-08:00Sun rises in the east...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzLDPLJsFhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/c1t7XgOJLA8/s1600-h/provincetown2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzLDPLJsFhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/c1t7XgOJLA8/s320/provincetown2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130377590987298322" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >9/21/07<br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >The sun rises in the east and sets in the west so I thought it appropriate to follow our brightest star while visiting FINN's outposts. I started my cross country journey in what I think is the farthest eastern point within the US - Provincetown, MA. Quite the charming, historical town that bustled with pitter-patter activity in only the way a small town can.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzLNzrJsFpI/AAAAAAAAADg/nkCK726cNNo/s1600-h/p-kitty2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzLNzrJsFpI/AAAAAAAAADg/nkCK726cNNo/s320/p-kitty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130389213168801426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >While expressing my Polaroid photog skills, this P-Kitty followed me around relentlessly. She reminded me of a Hollywood startlet who claims to want privacy yet somehow always (accidentally) winds up crossing paths with a papparrazi's lens.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzLDdLJsFjI/AAAAAAAAACg/7svnjDM6AX4/s1600-h/p-town+endless+pier2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzLDdLJsFjI/AAAAAAAAACg/7svnjDM6AX4/s320/p-town+endless+pier2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130377831505466930" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >From this vantage point, the world looked simply linear - the water's horizon sliced squarely by the endless pier.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzLD6rJsFmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cgc14cIxFNM/s1600-h/clemandursies2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RzLD6rJsFmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cgc14cIxFNM/s320/clemandursies2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130378338311607906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">When in Rome.... I was told that Clem & Ursies is known for their lobster rolls and sundaes. Guess which local treat I opted for? Gi-normous one-size only sundaes of course.<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Welcome to finnsjourney, the musings of our nomad Finn of Freedom is Natural Nirvana (FINN Creations).</div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08829826836248146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093919453358533526.post-72413613705766394372007-07-09T13:27:00.001-07:002008-11-13T16:31:49.100-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RpKaQDcHeKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ch7Hz8t23Q0/s1600-h/Lookbook+-+yourpichere.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RpKaQDcHeKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ch7Hz8t23Q0/s320/Lookbook+-+yourpichere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085296529846532258" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Be a part of our Global Nomadic Lookbook!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span><span style="font-size:100%;">Send us a picture of you wearing any item of<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Freedom is Natural Nirvana (FINN)</span> and we'll add it to our global nomadic lookbook.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>Whether navigating from one night spot to another in the Meatpacking District only to return to your favorite hideaway in the morning with Thoreau in one hand and a ridiculously large java in the other, or patiently waiting besides Hachiko at Shibuya Station, or sauntering silently but passionately besides your lover in Jardin des Tuilieres, we believe that there is a nomad in all of us - a nomad who searches for his livelihood and expresses his freedom in his very own ways.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Submitting your photo is easy!<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">1) Wear any FINN garment while roaming, relaxing, or doing whatever it is that worldly nomads do.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">2) Take a picture and email it to us at info@finncreations.com.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">3) If we vibe with your photo, we'll post your picture on our "Global Nomadic Lookbook" page.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">4) Added bonus: we'll send you a FREE shirt if your picture is selected to post on our <a href="http://www.finncreations.com/">website.</a> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />A few rules & regulations:</span><br /></span></span></span></span><ul style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Photo must be a raw, uncropped image.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">JPEG or GIF formats only.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">We reserve the right to adjust or crop your image to fit our specifications.</span></li><li style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Absolutely <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">inappropriate content</span> in the photo.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Just submit your photo </span></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:9;" ></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">as an attachment to info@finncreations.com and be sure to tell us where the picture was taken!</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Welcome to finnsjourney, the musings of our nomad Finn of Freedom is Natural Nirvana (FINN Creations).</div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08829826836248146264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093919453358533526.post-12301096358014737552007-05-24T14:57:00.001-07:002008-11-13T16:31:49.300-08:00An Original Screenplay by: Finn<span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RlYZ7HOH-KI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dUxR9xp_ZR4/s1600-h/moocured_image.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lIB3lEXhFo4/RlYZ7HOH-KI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dUxR9xp_ZR4/s320/moocured_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068266933993339042" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" > <span style="">F<span style="">ADE UP</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">Time smears the sky a rustic blue. The stubborn sun losing her battle to a stealthy moon. The whispers of night grow stronger as the day hibernates beyond a bucolic horizon.</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">TITLE CARD: CENTRAL ITALY</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">Exhaustion permeates. FINN (late 20s) finishes his fifth day crossing through the rugged Apennines Mountains. A nomad persisting over foreign land with his kagu bird, Mercury, roaming aside. The words of a craftsman echo deeply in his mind.</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style=""> FLASH BACK:</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">EXT. SOHO, NEW YORK - 5 MONTHS AGO - NIGHT</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">Awkward quietude. Winter’s frost deadens a city normally full of life and bustling activity. Vacant cabs dart through the cobblestone streets looking for customers vacated by arctic temperatures.</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">INT. SHOP - NIGHT</span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">Rolls of fabric cluttered over vintage equipment from an era many years passed. A tattered TAILOR (late 70s) sits at an ancient Singer sewing </span><span style=""><br /></span><span style="">machine wrestling with pieces of denim. </span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">Finn stands nearby, spectating admirably as the tailor’s swollen hands swing the blue fabric around a bobbing needle. Eight hours have passed. An artful exhibition of calloused hands working the machine like the gentle fingers of a concert pianist taming the ivory keys. </span><span style=""><br /><br /></span><span style="">The gears cry. Orange thread impeccably creating seams of precision. </span><span style=""><br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> TAILOR</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> (heavy accent)</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> When you leave Nice, sail the</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> Mediterranean east to my country.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> FINN</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> Italy?<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />2<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> TAILOR</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> Yes. There’s a village called Scanno.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> A place where the moon heals. </span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span style=""><br />The old man slides back from the machine. He searches through a nearby box until he removes a copper button and its matching nail. He grips a mallet. One powerful swing ends to an explosive thud. The button fastens to a finished waistband.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> TAILOR (cont’d)</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> (handing the jeans to Finn)</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> Wear these. I make them from</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> Japanese textile. They will mold</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> with you...take your shape. The</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> rigid fabric will give way and</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> some day tell your story.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> FINN</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> (reaching into his pocket)</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> How much?</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> TAILOR</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> (waves him off)</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> Ha...</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> FINN</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> I must pay you.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> TAILOR</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> When you come back to this city</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> bring me the jeans. I want to </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> study them...read them.</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span style=""><br />The old man limps over to his desk. A hunchback and bum leg casualties of countless hours at the merciless Singer.<br /><br />The tired man places his hands on the desk, then lowers his forehead.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> FINN</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> Scanno, Italy?</span><br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">3<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> TAILOR </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> (without looking)</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> Yes. Where the moon heals.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> BACK TO:</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span style=""><br />EXT. LAKE SCANNO - NIGHT<br /><br />Sleeping water reflecting a watchful moon. Finn removes his custom jeans. He dips them completely into the lake several times before turning towards the hillside.<br /><br />EXT. TREE - CONTINUOUS<br /><br />Finn attaches the jeans to the stub of a broken branch. He falls back to the trunk of the tree -- his weary eyes gazing at the pants suspended in the mystery of lunar care.<br /><br />The old man was right. The moon’s shining rays revealing where the Japanese denim has begun to crease and lighten in a way that records Finn’s journey.<br /><br />It is a soulful moment of discovery. A tree. Mercury. The moon. A pair of jeans.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> FINN</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> (exhaling)</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> Freedom.</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span style=""><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><span style=""><span style=";font-size:85%;" > ...to be continued...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" > </span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Welcome to finnsjourney, the musings of our nomad Finn of Freedom is Natural Nirvana (FINN Creations).</div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08829826836248146264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093919453358533526.post-26329709336658597872007-05-14T14:13:00.000-07:002007-06-01T08:14:26.948-07:005/14/07<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">spring blossoms effortlessly in a city that works so hard to stay busy. new york. chilled nights only giving way to a warming sun that teases us with the possibilities of a burning summer. thoughts run to distant crevices of the universe like stockholm, nice, hamburg. wondering what it's like there right now. wondering if the atmosphere there awakens them to the blossoms of life's endless cycle. shall we be reminded. winter's frozen tentacles have been detached and warmed to liquid nothingness. now we can shed layers and explore more freely.</span><br /><br /><strong style="font-family: courier new;"><em>freedom is natural nirvana...</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Welcome to finnsjourney, the musings of our nomad Finn of Freedom is Natural Nirvana (FINN Creations).</div>Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08829826836248146264noreply@blogger.com0