This past weekend I had the honor of shooting the Copa Nova Spring 2013 BJJ tournament for my team. It was a harsh 8 hours but my amazing Silverback family gave it their all and I couldn’t be prouder. Personally, it was a life changing experience to say the least. Many of my team had already been to this competition and, as one of them mentioned later that night, it was really a tournament to get a fighter’s feet wet to go on to bigger competitions like the Pan Am’s. Regardless, I bore witness to an astounding variety of fighters and saw some of the most fluid, agressive, combination filled matches that I’ve ever seen. I fell in love with BJJ all over again. I think it was largely because I have spent all of my BJJ experience in the Silverback gym (http://silverbackacademy.com/). I work out and practice against my peers, I study YouTube and practice on my own but it took seeing this gathering of schools and unique styles in person to show me how huge BJJ is. Needless to say, the journey to black belt will be a life’s journey I won’t regret.

Anyways, like I said the competition was fierce in all divisions but what surprised me was how the women’s division was bringing it as hard if not harder than the men’s! These women were not playing around. They would jump guard, they would take you down and they would pull off some of the nastiest arm bars. As a matter of fact, I was lucky enough to catch some stills of 2009 world champ, Adrienne Adams! From her humble, brandless rash guards you couldn’t tell that she was a world champ and starter of her own (awesome) company of eco-friendly gi’s (http://thegreengi.com/)!

Something that stood out to me were the individuals that stood out of the crowd, go figure? Included in those would be my new friend Jaron Hampton who proudly wore his (beautiful) dreadlocks into battle, winning it for all the BJJ lions out there (http://jaronhampton.com/). Another man I saw, who I regret not finding and introducing myself too afterwards, was this agile elderly rastaman. In all honestly he looked like he would be making amazing music and spreading words of peace rather than throwing down at Copa Nova! He had a beautiful head of naturals and wicked skills to match, he was my hero of the day!

As the competitions moved on and we got into the 5th hour or so, the Brown Belts came out. Now, BJJ has one of the most grueling belt systems in the world, and I would have it no other way. It goes White, Blue, Purple, Brown, Black and Red (of which there are only 5 living holders right now). It can take years to get from White to Blue and even longer from Blue to Purple. In order to reach Brown you would have needed at least 5 years of pure dedication to the art. If you were a black belt at say, 19, the soonest you would expect to get your Red belt, if ever, would be 67. That being said, the brown belts brought a whole different game to the mats. In all honesty, it felt like I was a Private watching Spartan-III’s go at it (since I would reserve Black for S-II and Red for S-I)! They were laughing and smiling, they would start in the most bizzare positions that only a lifetime of experience would have shaped, they were amazing. One could tell them apart even in the No-Gi competitions. The whole gym could hear the throws being made by these two massive heavy weight Brown Belts. Without Gi’s they were doing more aggressive limb locks and throws and moved with such startling power it would humble any fighter right away…

My fan-boying aside, it was an amazing day and an inspiration. The techniques, pressure and fluidity I took away from it has already started to affect my game as well as my life. I’ve decided to start a more purposeful training regimen as well as a healthy (as possible) diet. The next competition is in October but if I get into the SMSC as well as REI I don’t know how it will affect my training…Alas, no excuses. The last picture is probably my favorite picture of the day. After making our team wait for at least an hour they finally placed two of our boys against each other. It was an outrage and a product of crappy bracketing. Viv (left) and Aust (right) were good chaps about it and respectfully gave it their all. The fight was powerful, emotional and fought by a couple of the best people I’ve had the fortune to meet. Silverback and BJJ are blessings that have come into my life at a point where I really needed direction and hope.

Here’s to a lifetime of improving oneself both as a fighter and as a person.

Trek On,

Chris

p.s. If you want to see more pictures of the Silverback team specifically check out my website under the “Volunteer Work” section!

http://500px.com/christophersophotography/sets/volunteer_work

Volunteerism, REI and the SMSC

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     Two weekends ago I did a volunteer shoot for Reston Association’s Habitat Heroes. It was my first time freelancing for an environmental organization and quite frankly, I loved it. I got to meet Reston Association’s Community Outreach Ha Brock, Media Manager Sean Bahrami, and several awesome volunteers. These hard workers were pulling out Garlic Mustard that had overrun a lot of the nature areas’ forest floor. The experience really showed me the value of a community committed to protecting it’s native wildlife. The experience also opened a valuable door into the the Reston Association’s many events. I hope to be working with Sean on many shoots to come. I used to work in Reston and often get onto the W&OD trail from here - I figure I should give back to the beautiful area. To check out some of the shoot here’s my site: 

http://500px.com/christophersophotography/sets/volunteer_work

     Something else that getting involved with the RA showed me was how environmental conservation can take many forms and how interconnected it is. Looking through the huge PDFs of the summer events Sean sent me I quickly realized how many activities and projects Restonians could get involved with. Barely 10 minutes away from me there were watershed cleanups, invase species removals, wildlife education classes and long half day bird watching adventures I had never even heard of! Both far reaching and compact at the same time, determined communities like Reston really offer the chance to make a difference. Conservation can take many forms, not just the big gov’t and NGO orgs I have been applying too, or obscurely located Alaskan coastal bird population surveys. They can be right in your community. I still want to travel far and wide, don’t get me wrong, but I was wrong to overlook the hard workers in my own neighborhood. 

     I got a call back from REI for the group interview! I got the call last week and have been very very excited about it. The company is everything that I could hope to work for. They are a consumer co-op and big environmental steward both locally and holistically. The big picture reason I’d like to work there is to learn about the various equipment as well experience more of the local natural areas. I hope to make good friends and to explore some beautiful places around here. Of course the 50% employee discount has a say in all this too haha. Just today I went to a ‘Hiking Basics’ REI class (not employee training, REI just offers awesome classes) and made sure to walk around the store for 30 minutes before. I’m not working there yet but I am already seeing everything in a different way (and making a wish list). The hiking class was extremely useful, we learned a lot about basic equipment, safety precautions and local mountain geography. Touching again on the interconnectivity of conservation, REI is also participating in this weekend’s Potomac River Watershed Cleanup. Something I took away from the class other than hiking stories though, was again seeing the bigger picture of all of this. This meaning the business of environment. I watched employees walk up and down the back rooms stairs, I watched a man stumble over returned items to get to his buried desk to make a call to HQ about a complaint and I listened to how we are supposed to camp 300’ away from the trail or the rangers will make you move away (it makes the trail look bad). REI is a co-op, yes, but in this day in age it is essentially a business. And even a business focused on selling products for 'human-powered outdoor recreation’ needs money to run. Like REI, environmental conservation in its entirety needs money to work. Parks need to stay healthy and pretty, parks need fees to be pretty, parks need patrons to get fees, parks need to be pretty to get patrons, you camp 300’ away from the trail. I’m not sure where I’m going with this but I’m certain I’ve hit something. The more and more I explore into this field, the more and more I get rejected from jobs, the more and more I just take the leap and get out there with these classes and volunteering, the more I start to see things clearly. I suppose, I’m growing up. 

     Last update, it has just been a sudden rush of progress lately, I finally manned up and completed the application to the Smithsonian-Mason School of Conservation. It wasn’t easy writing the letter of interest because of how much I wanted to get into the program. Having been thrashed by the job market to the point of depression, this program came out of the darkness like a lightening bolt. If I am able to get into the program and get the scholarship (because I literally have no money) I would be living, breathing, eating environmental training for a whole semester. If there is one thing that being in the job search shark tank has taught me it is the invaluability of experience. These orgs don’t care too much about what fancy coursework you’ve taken, they want to know that you know how to do the specific job they are advertising for with the least amount of training and pay necessary. It’s like pokemon. Say you need to train a pokemon to a competitive lvl 50, you don’t give too much of a damn about the personality or food preferences of the pokemon you find, you will catch the one closest to lvl 50. You will always opt for the most profit with the least amount of investment (this of course not taking into consideration EV training and competitive breeding). As of right now, I am a passionate, dedicated, willing to learn lvl 25 nothing. This semester may be the only chance I have to get a foothold to dive into this field. There are cheaper ways of course, find local opportunities, keep searching, volunteer! I have and they have always let me go. There aren’t many benevolent hearts out there willing to take a chance on 'potential’. The sequester is effectively shoving its hand down many of the departments’ throats and putting a nice freeze on govt hiring and everywhere else frankly doesn’t give a damn.

Things sure have changed from the boy that applied to 5 USAJOBS positions and immediately started packing for adventure.   

I have come to learn and realize a lot of things. Even now my plan is shaky at best. IF I get the job at REI I will have until August to gain experience and savings whereupon I will enter SMSC IF I get accepted and get the scholarship. After that I need to work my ass off to learn everything I can while making as many connections as I can. Best case scenario, I am hired into Smithsonian from within and find myself in a program that I am in love with that will help me get my masters. Worst case scenario, I don’t get the job or get into SMSC and I start from the beginning again while continuing to work at my parents’ store and perhaps working at a Caribou Coffee or something. 

C'est la vie, non?

As I continue to ride this ever changing sea,

Trek On.

Chris

Woke up to a most unusual March snow this morning. Seeing everything capped in snow again amplified how much I already missed Winter. How much I really wished I could just restart this whole season. Went out and helped my father knock the heavy snow off of our evergreens and then decided to gear up and venture into the forest nearby the house. There is such an eerie calmness to a snowy forest. The snow was already melting and all you could hear was your breath and the sound of dropping slush. I found a large overturned tree and investigated its treefall gap. I’ve certainly been looking at forest ecology differently since I’ve started volunteering at the local state parks.

I digress.

The silence was so peaceful and calm that when I heard the movement of a nearby deer I nearly jumped out of my skin. Away in the distance next to a second fallen tree stood two perfectly still deer. I didn’t get a good look at them but they were probably white-tailed deer (a species Smithsonian is working closely with). I managed to shoot a couple of shots of them but I didn’t have a zoom lens attached. They ran away before I could get closer. 

It was a rather small forest surrounded, albeit sparsely, by residential properties and the lake from my previous shoot. As I retraced my step back to my house I kept thinking how much I’d love to trek into a deep mountainside forest. How much I would love waking up to that crisp, frozen mountain air. I would only need good equipment and a good partner (human or animal) and I know I could make something for myself. Today will be dedicated to filling out my application for the Smithsonian-Mason School of Conservation. It is a costly program, but in the position I’m in, experience and technical training is invaluable. I am going to have to really work to earn the scholarship, It’d be the only way I allow myself to go back to school before grad school. 

Well, we will see, que sera sera.


Trek On,

Chris

What happens when you cross a Fox, Wolf and Lion? My baby, Leviathan. Going through the usual Monday applications and took a break to watch a movie with the mom and son and thought I’d take advantage of the natural light.

Let us travel the world together my son.

Trek On,

Chris

What better way to kick off spring break than a trip to the National Zoological Park? My brother, Alex, and a number of my friends came home from UVA this week and thought it’d be nice for an impromptu journey into DC. Much to the surprise of my father and I, my brother asked if he could borrow one of the DSLR’s to start shooting around UVA. In terms of men of the So household who are photographers, my brother was the last frontier. We decided to let him take the 5D into DC with us and I gave him an extremely simplified breakdown of manual shooting during the metro in.  To be honest, he picked it up remarkably quick and was able to properly expose a photo within his first 5 tries. I made sure to tell him to try to photograph things in a variety of difficult situations such as against the sky and inside a dark museum (see his shot against the sky). 

I am absolutely in love with the NZP. I have gone several times by myself and even dragged my friends here for my 18th birthday. The animals are all somewhat sentimental to me after the photography project I did on them as well as the sheer amount of research and applications I have sent to work/ intern for the NZP. Nothing too remarkable today but I did capture the curious face of one of the Red Pandas (as you can see I too can use some work shooting into the sky). 

Sunday was the usual relaxed day around the house. The weather was so remarkable that we decided to do some yard work. Some cousins of mine came over and we all decided to head to the nearby lake for some fishing. It was another wonderful opportunity for my brother to develop his photography skills. This time he had to figure out how to properly expose the sky, water and trees/ houses of a landscape. Of course the day couldn’t end without the cliche photographer’s-photo-of-a-photographer. 

All in all, another wonderful weekend to be thankful for. I’m starting this week a bit behind and have a lot to do but things do seem hopeful. 

Here’s to good people, good times and good things to come.

Trek On,

Chris

Starbucks

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     Earlier this week I went back to my alma mater to meet with a potential job/intern connection (oh the things that incite excited speeding now a days). I decided to make the most out of the 4 hours I bought at the parking deck and met up with my good friends Jerry and Sonja for coffee and catching up.

As I sat and waited for them to arrive, I had a lot of time to look around and think. Things had changed so much since I graduated. This was the same 24-hour Starbucks I used to spend all-nighters cramming for bio exams and, eventually, editing photography projects. This was the Starbucks that I used to buy for my ex when we would study late into the night, this was the Starbucks I discovered the Peace Corps in and this was the Starbucks where I fell in love. I looked around and saw students idly chattering with coffees in their hands, macs galore littered the walls with their serpentine plugs. I thought to myself,

“Damn, if only they knew how much work they could get done on a laptop with decent internet and 8 hours of dedication, do they know how many jobs and internships they could be applying to right now? How many companies and non-profits they could be researching?”

My own mind sickened me. I tried to focus back on my coffee. My Americano, rather.I thought to myself how sad it was that I regretted buying it. I could have gotten cheaper coffee at McDonald’s or Dunkin’, hell, I could have made better coffee from home and brought it in my tumbler. Again, my mind sickened me. Through the echoes and hum drums of the coffee shop I realized how close I was to collapsing in on myself. My dress shoes, dress shirt and tie didn’t make a damn difference. The reflection in the dirty window was of a hungry animal stuck in a room full of children. Rejection and routine had begun to chip away at my self-esteem, my being. Hell, the last time I sat in this chair I basically told the girl I loved her ex still loved her and to go for it! I don’t think a homeless celibate monk could stay jobless and loveless as well as me.

Alas, Jerry and Sonja arrived before I could really dig myself in. The world needs people as bright and happy as these two, I mean it. If there was a success story to be heard it would likely be of these two’s relationship. Neuroscientist meets Photographer, could fate have chosen a more interesting intersection of intriguing arts? We talked about school and about life. We talked about Jerry’s senior art project and Sonja’s second attempt at the beast that is Genetics. Oh how they breathed life back into my day. Hum drums sound completely different when it comes from good friends.

After Sonja left for class, Jerry and I caught up on man-talk. We talked about my next plans and my next moves. We talked about my future jeep. We talked about his future photography projects. And what would boys be without their toys? I let him try out the Mark II and showed him how to use a white balance lens cap, in case he wanted to borrow her, and I took the quaint hipster pictures you see above. 

Seeing my gent and lady was very very much needed. As we bid farewell over promises to go to the shooting range soon, I took one last look at the Starbucks and realized that,

“That was the Starbucks where I got my hope back.”

Trek On,

Chris

Serendipity

     Decided to stay home today to do my usual resume/ application work. By chance it was also the day that, Bruce, the refrigerator repair man, came in to take a second look at our freezer. The whole affair went swimmingly and as colorlessly as I’d expected, until he asked me about my travels in France. I’m not sure how he knew I had travelled there this past summer but I answered him nonetheless and I quickly found that I was in the presence of a well seasoned adventurer. Bruce, in all of his bearded-pony-tailed glory, told me of his adventures in France, Amsterdam, Australia and so much more.

“When I was your age my boss hated giving me my paycheck, because he knew I wouldn’t be back for the next 6 weeks”.

I don’t exactly know what job he was working or how vacation hours worked back in 1975, but, Bruce would pack up his bags, choose a country and head there with nothing on his mind but experiencing the world.

“If you’re under 25, finished with school and got your education, I say HAUL ASS! Go to a country, apply for a work Visa, work a little and then off to the next country. Before you know it you’ve travelled the damn world! Because if you get right out of school and find a job, you’re not going anywhere! Next thing you know you’re 40 and you’re thinking to yourself, I never got to do any of those things.”

I kind of wished Bruce would stay for dinner and just tell me about his life. It was as close to serendipity as I’ve ever felt. I can’t say that it profoundly changed much for me…the gears of my wanderlust have been grinding ever since I left school. At the same time, my overbearing, responsible mind has been screeching the brakes on just as hard. I don’t want to get swept away by time, and I fear that every day that passes me, is me getting further and further behind. I’ve been raised to believe that you graduate from college and then you graduate from graduate school and then you work and study for your PhD. Then you get a big job and work and have a family. When that’s all said and done, you can finally enjoy your life. Coming from a family that literally came to this country with nothing, I understand the value we have on education and hard work. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe life should be lived without education and hard work. There should be no limit to how much one learns and accomplishes in their lifetime.

It’s just that…I don’t know. 

I simply, don’t know…

My resume has been refined and torn up by many experienced eyes these past few weeks and I am primed for another onslaught of applications. At the success rate I’ve been having, I am going to need to apply for a not-so-related-not-so-government job. I need the income and structure back in my life…

Well, here’s to what the future may or may not hold.

“Fallin’ from the sky
there are raindrops in my eyes.
And my thoughts are diggin’ in the backyard.
My roots have grown but I don’t know where they are”.

- The Head and The Heart, Cats and Dogs.

Trek On,

Christopher So

P.S. My freezer still doesn’t work. 

Went on an impromptu trip to NJ with my cousin/friend/BJJ partner Kanika (pictured above) over the weekend. Job searching and resume editing for weeks at a time has really started to take a toll on me. ‘The rejections are an experience and learning opportunity’, is what I’ve been telling myself.

Honestly, it was nice to get out of the area even for the 2 days that we went. We stayed in the East Brunswick area and ate at a dim sum restaurant nearby. The food and service was terribly lacking. What I found interesting was the strange abandoned lots in the area behind the restaurant. Surrounding a small cement platform was a army of little saplings and trees. The platform seemed so out of place it was almost haunting. A small glimpse into a technologically apocalyptic world, perhaps? I found a drainage area framed by two trees and thought to myself how much nicer the spot would be if a nearby parking lot didn’t send its overflow into it. Along the same vein I found a pathway of trees that lead directly to a fence and neighborhood. It reminded me of long stretching pathways of trees I saw in France. They led to castles, gardens, museums…

Wanderlust has bitten me so hard these past months. It’s not exactly that I can’t up and hit the world with just my bag and my camera, it’s that I just won’t feel right until I have a steady job. It’s in my being to have structure, work and productivity. I wouldn’t be able to travel and explore if I knew I wasn’t making a difference, a change. That’s what you get when you spend weeks dissecting AmeriCorps’ and PeaceCorps’ websites and fanatically reading as many personal blogs of volunteers as humanly possible…I have a few opportunities coming up that may get me shots at the EPA and the Smithsonian. My resume has been diced up and taped back together so many times yet it never feels like it’s enough. I need to spice up my cover letter as well…That’s what happens when a Pre-Pharm student decides last minute to follow his dreams into Environmental Conservation - a tough uphill battle, but one that I think will be so incredibly worth it.

Here’s to getting up, brushing off and moving forward.

Trek On,

Chris

Job Searching and Late Night Existentialism

We’ve not very long on this planet. It itself will even end one day and what unknown miracles will we have reached by then? I suppose the point is to make the absolute most of the time that we do have - there shouldn’t be a day spent not lived to the fullest. There should be no sadness and no regrets. When the impermanence of it all is mixed perfectly with an appreciation of it all, I don’t think any task or strife should ever seem impossible. Be undeterred and undaunted. It is so clear and yet so hard to understand.

Live to love and love to make a difference.

Chris

Visited DC’s Eastern Market with the lovely Brie Gobel this past weekend. The old market boasts the title of “Washington DC’s oldest continually operated fresh food public market” and is located in historic Capitol Hill (http://www.easternmarket-dc.org/). I was incredibly surprised to find such a lively and diverse market just a few steps away from a metro stop! The goods they sold ranged from finely aged meats and cheeses to fresh cut flowers and ready made seafood dishes. Surrounding the old building were outdoor stands filled with vendors selling odds and ends. While exploring the stands I was approached by an older gentleman named Dan. He was a local and had lived in the area for quite some years. He was interested in my camera and asked what I was shooting. As it turns out he, too, loved photography and had travelled extensively in Asia as a younger man, “When there were more honest things to shoot”. He told me about the area and how much livelier the markets are during the warmer weather. As it turns out the building we were in had, at one point, caught fire and had to be completely gutted out but because of its historic significance, was preserved and restored. Since it was first built in 1873 it has been a home for fresh produce and culture - I was simply honored to be there (http://www.easternmarket-dc.org/default.asp?ContentID=12). The best moment of the day, however, was when Dan bid Brie and I farewell and walked away into the market. It was at that moment that I realized he had been carrying a bouquet of flowers the entire time. My heart warmed to have met such a kind, and fascinating person.

Here’s to impromptu trips, good friends and blessed souls. 

Trek On,

Chris

Went on a spontaneous adventure into D.C. with my lovely photog friend Brie Gobel the other day. Though I wouldn’t normally consider somewhere so close as “travel”, I was surprised at how little I have explored D.C. and found wandering from cafe to cafe to pub to memorials to be invigoratingly adventurous! Whenever and wherever I end up finding myself these next couple of years, I know I will kick myself for not taking advantage of being so close to our nation’s capitol. I will surely kick myself for missing out on all the history and, of course, the fantastic brews and grinds.

Here’s to spontaneity and making plans happen! 

Chris

Picture taken at the flagship Busboys and Poets on 14th & V. The place was cozy, lively and filled with local art. It’s a artist/activist/lover of diversity’s dream place to eat and drink. 

First Steps

Applied to several gov’t jobs today within the Department of the Interior and Department of Agriculture. Realistically, I don’t know how good of a chance I have of hearing back from any of them, but if things work out, I’ll be working as a Biological Science Technician soon. If things really work out, I may finally find myself in the NW. 

Here’s to being hopeful.

Never stop moving, there is change in the air. 

Chris