self portrait at the abandoned Salton Sea bath houses. Dec 2008
Tag: photography
have I introduced you yet? his name is mask replica, he’s a trout
In an odd bit of unexpected news, a side effect of living with David is that Matthew Good has just posted/stolen (uncredited) one of my photographs from Dec. This both pleases me greatly and bothers me intensely in bemused equal parts. It’s an odd yet understandable mix of reactions, and David has promised to call him today to rectify the matter, conveying as well my gleeful shaking of a tiny fist in his general direction for his unintended rudeness. Asked where he had found the image, Matt replied, “I found it posted by some chick on the internet.” Thank you, Matt, that’s pretty damned awesome. In fact, it kind of made my night. That said, all wry appreciation aside, I truly am deeply glad of who you are and what you do. You’re one of the Good Guys. (And, yes, I’m totally digging the new album. Which you, gentle reader, may find streaming free at the top of his site.) I can’t wait until you come over for tea, if only to introduce you lovingly to my nerd-smacking fish.
for those in PAX recovery
via Van Sise:
“the factory work behind the most iconic games of the past few decades:
the smelting of Sonic‘s rings, the chiseling of the 1-Up mushroom, and the rubber-pressed rebounding blocks of Arkanoid.”
it was beautiful and there were no cabs
sleep away your troubles
A Pity. We Were Such a Good Invention
They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I’m concerned
They are all surgeons. All of them.
They dismantled us
Each from the other.
As far as I’m concerned
They are all engineers. All of them.
A pity. We were such a good
And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.
We even flew a little.
Yehuda Amichai, (translated from Hebrew by Assia Gutmann)
Spent all my time yesterday between work and watching Peter Pan in the park arguing with my computer, shoving at it, wheedling, and just plain being snubbed. I’ve been trying to consolidate my photos, as with the last year of computer havoc, they’ve been summarily scattered over multiple hard-drives, and failing. After days of shifting directories, I have them mostly all in one place, but the result so far has to just been one gigantic folder with thousands of individual photos with no way to sort them except tediously by hand. Right click, new folder. Right click, new folder. Right click, new folder.. That in mind, does anyone know of a program that can collate my photos and group them into folders by date?
Tonight looks like to be much of the same. As does Wednesday and possibly Thursday, all the way until the weekend, by which time I’d better bloody well have a bunch of it figured properly so I can work on my pictures during my eight hours of to and from Seattle or I’m going to be terrible sad. Ray got me a laptop for my birthday, (!!), for precisely such a purpose, and given that it’s Sept. 1st, I’ve now an entire year of neglected material to catch up. I don’t think the battery on it will last the entire trip, but even a few hours of meddling through should put a significant dent in the pile of work still to be done.
Computer complications aside, I can’t overstate how glad I am for this upcoming long weekend, even if eight hours of it are spent on a bus. We’re going to Bumbershoot, a three day music festival friends have played at over and over that neither one of us has ever been to, so even if it turns out to be ten hours on the bus, it will still feel worthwhile for the change of pace and scenery, for the chance to meet new people and try new things. And, of course, to spend more concurrent time with Tony, comforting delicious company he is. (And by comforting, I mean sexy. You hear that, boy? You best be ready.) The more time we spend together, the more convinced I am that he’s wonderful.
where all the cool kids are going tonight
where are you to say goodnight?
wake up, love
wake up, love
undress yourself from my skin
put on the sun and let our dreaming rest
come watch the world rise
wake up, love
and be unbalance on the edge with me
of our sagging, remembering bed
come slip on your shoes
wake up, love
and help me sort this tangle of belongings
our thoughts half in day, half still in night
come kiss me full of sustenance
wake up, love
and meet me at the opened door
before the scent of you leaves my hands and hair
come walk with me into this life
by Tobin James Mueller
watching the dissolution come
I can’t help but wonder who set the stones
from back in the fall
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Pre-wedding Katie West being polished and curled into a perfect shine by the completely fabulous Melissa Nicholl