Below is something that I had written on March 3rd, 2013.

It was a somewhat restless night.

I went to bed around 11 o'clock and plugged into some YouTube videos on my iPhone.  It is far too easy to lose track of time and to become lost in the vast maze of suggested videos.  I bounced from the most recent posting of the Harlem Shake phenomena to an array of atheist videos and finally concluding my viewing experience with cat failures (videos of kittens crashing into walls during intensely focused play or cats misjudging/miscuing their jump from one location to another).  In total, I spent about 2 hours laying in bed mindlessly watching these videos.

After finally pulling the ear buds from my ear holes and placing my iPhone on the night stand I closed my eyes, yawned and rolled onto my right side.  Patrick Diddle was curled up into a fur ball on the opposite end of my pillow; I reached to pet him, he stretch and revved up his purr for a couple of seconds and then drifted back into sleep mode.  My sleep mode, however, was hard to come by.  I tossed and turned for almost an hour, never quite reaching a comfortable position or turning my mind off in order to welcome slumber.

Finally I decided that maybe I should get up and have some orange juice.  The light over the stove was my only guide to the kitchen.  Entering the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and a flood of white light illuminated the side of the refrigerator.

This is the resulting randomness of magnet poetry during the wee hours of any given Sunday morning.

~E

Some new things

Here I am in a darkened room with these words and a Dagger Falls IPA staring back at me...

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To begin this new chapter in my life some background is in order.  I graduated from Boise State University in the fall of 2012 with a Bachelor of Science in Sociology.  After a few months of decompression and relaxation I am ready to be creative.  The first item that I would like to highlight is the Twitter button on the right hand side of this page.  I will be using my Twitter account as a bridge to the photographs that I take via Instagram.  An occasional blurb or randomly strung together words may also find themselves being tweeted into the vast universe of 1's and 0's.  My goal, as of this posting, is to tweet an image at least once a day.  I have a bunch of catching up to do with respect to snapping photographs.

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The second thing that I would like to point out is this blog...heavy plastic noise.  The name came about by what I can only assume was a hop infused frenzy of enlightenment with that dirty 'ol bitch Holga.  If I haven't before, shame on me, but I would like to thank Ted for the title and the plethora of inspiration that happens instantaneously as well as the inspiration that is lying dormant waiting to be tapped.  All that said, I am giving this blog a fresh set of eyes.  My intention is that I will be using this site as an outlet for writing.  Since my graduation I have been longing to write.  It is true that the writing throughout my collegiate years focused mainly on the structure of research, but the fact that I was writing kept my mind engaged with the words and amplified my writing ability.  Now I feel free to write anything and everything of my choosing.  This blog will be my blank sheet of paper, my canvas on which I will paint my words.

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For starters, I will be going through some writing exercises to get back into the flow of thoughts traveling from my mind through my body and out of my tips fingers as thy strike the keys on the keyboard.  I will not limit myself as to the content of anything that I post to this blog (including photos and a research project that I actually just started to think about today...more to come).

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That is it for now.  Please keeping checking this blog as well as my Twitter for all updates, creative splatterings and whatever other else that I may come up with...

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~E