Frost Apostraphe

A day of house painting, today. Then servicing the community by being Boo's pillow. Recently, Rob and I finally chilled.



We stopped by the gas station which we are watching dissintigrate little by little. Amidst the shattered glass and foul excrement, we found some dead roses.



Then we went back to the Tewa Moulding Co. It was Rob's first time there, I was honored to take him. It's growing on me a bit. Every time I go there, I like it a little more. This time, though, I have to say it was creepy as heck. I'm glad Rob and I were using the buddy system. The wind was making all those steel bay-doors creak against each other as if there were someone there with us. Behind every pitch corner, someone waited.



Back at the Tewa Moulding Co, there's broken glass all over the floor but the place hasn't been trashed in the same way that gas station has. Homeless people could still stay there. When I become homeless, I'll probably stay there. And I will keep a sharpened stick so all the things that kill cats out there will stay away from Boo and me.



Solo tags it up. I wonder what to make of the spray paintery in abandoned places. Is it always just practice? Who is it meant to be seen by? Other practitioners? The bigger pieces make sense, but the smaller written things, I particularly do not understand. But I don't think it's bad.





The Box- I watched it, I am watching it. How odd it is. It's not what I was expecting at all, I mean that as a compliment. I just hope it's not gonna go all the way over the good-movie line into they-messed-this-up territory.

Each piece of media reflects the particular woes and paranoias of our group consciousness. "Invasion of the Body Snatchers", the original, can be interpreted as fear of Communism among one's neighbors. The remake reflects fear of the establishment (the government agents have been body snatched, after all), and the third remake reflects something else still. Lately I've been wondering- what do the movies of today reflect about us?

Fear that our souls are eroding?
That we're on the brink of utter collapse?

I went to the library, which was the main place I wanted to go while here in Seattle. That place is wonderful! I'm now considering moving here so I can be a library bum. I will sketch all day and read all night. I could have gone there every day and done nothing else on this trip and been perfectly content.



( Thirteen other pictures of the library, architecture, a cool tattoo. )

FIRST, MY TRIP BACK TO SCHOOL

I ran into an Australian guy called Lucien who excels at being a jerk. I mean it. I don't know how he does it, but he does it so, so well. He insisted his friend (front) be in the picture, and I believe my photographic instructions were, "K that's great guys. Please look as gay as possible, too."



Then I was pleased to see that there were some underwear outside Dane Smith Hall. I was all, "College. Ur doing it wrong."



Also, turns out if you were trying to go to the Maxwell museum on Monday to sketch the australopithecus model they have there, you failed, because that museum is closed Monday. Stupid Mondays and their stupid effect on libraries and museums.

SECOND, VALENTINE STUFF

I mailed off batch one of Valentine's, and they probably won't be there on time as today is Valentine's Day sometimes. I ran out of stamps, so the rest of you people will receive yours more laterer. Hell, maybe the first batch won't even arrive. I didn't bother to check weights or correct postage or anything of that sort.



AND LASTLY, THINGS AND PEOPLE WHICH ARE OF THE YAY PERSUASION

I could put this behind a cut and I don't. I'm sorry. Lindsay and I went on a walk in her neighborhood and she told me to take this pictures and I did. Mmmmm, dirty sensor. I could clean that before I go to Seattle. Ostensibly.



Boo likes to use this butterfly pillow to rest his head. Hilarious young man like he is.

Dad hates vegetarian food. He was a wet mop yesterday but I think he's good now (sorry dad, you know it's true).



We went across the street to a store called Fat Finch where everything relates to birds. I liked it. One of these lil birds came home with me.



While I was processing this shot I was hearing about the life of Michael Jackson so now it reminds me of that.



Some points for the future:

1. I love little Boo
2. Seattle is in 12 days
3. Club Soda = wonderful

I reclaimed Indian food with a vengeance. After not having had it for about a year, I said, cuss this nonsense! (Thanks Fantastic Mr. Fox for teaching me that one). Lindsay and I went. Malai Kofta. A million things.

Hither comes Valentine's day, for which I am sufficiently excited. The brief interlude (read: last two years or so) when I hated Valentine's day are thankfully over. So I decided, since I'm mailing stuff to people anyway, I'll also mail... Valentine's!

I wish everyone (or anyone) would read The Gone-Away World by Nick Harkaway. Jaci recommended it to me and now I can't even call her and talk about it with her because damnit she's in Japan. And it's definitely one of those books you wanna talk about. Tomorrow when the library opens I'm gonna go get The Way Through Doors by Jesse Ball, at least I think that's what it's called but I don't remember because it's a very blah title.

My flickr pro account expires on the 14th of this month. I guess I have to cowgirl up and renew it, because I have 1,310 photos on there and unless I have a pro account, I can only access like I think 100 or 200 of them. Maybe I'll also finally get a paid livejournal account. :) It's about time for that, I think.

High ISO; care not I. These pictures are almost the same but fwuah!

A little more than a mile away from where I live, there's a shut-down moulding factory. I never went there or cared about it until NYC Nick and three of his friends went; I tagged along.



( Life is boring but at least these shots aren't from a bar; also if you want me to mail you something, click and scroll to the bottom. )

My dad's cousin's daughter's daughter. If anyone cares to calculate the word for that relationship, feel free. Or make up a word, if you're so inclined.



If anyone has noticed my absence, I'm sorry. I've been taking lousy pictures, that's why. As soon as I upload some of them, I'll show you just for proof.

Also new in my life; I'm going to Seattle February 18th-23rd and plan to go to the main library there so I can see that Matisse-like red room.

I went to Lindsay's for the New Year, and so did Boo. Lindsay is a really good cook. I ate THREE WHOLE MEALS IN A ROW while at her house- lunch, dinner, then breakfast.

My parents call Lindsay "Linseed" sometimes. Other times she's "Leaping Lindsay". My New Year's was the best one ever, even if it was a struggle for some of us *cough* to stay up until midnight.



Nik's gone back to Seattle. I realized that a lot of people live in the greater Seattle area these days- a photography couple I used to know, the female half of which is a heart surgeon, John B., Nicole from days of eald, and Nik (obviously). It was great to have him visit, we get along so well. He's thinking of taking up photography.



The more I look at pictures of places like the main library in Seattle, which has an entire room devoted to the color red just like a Matisse painting, the more I feel like I've got to visit. Maybe it goes back to some conversations Rob and I have been having about needing a locality infusion. We've both been here for years and years. I love my city, don't get it twisted, but there's only so many times you can take a picture of cow sculls glued onto hot rods before you'd like to see something new for a minute. There's only so many times you can run down the same ditch bank you've run along for years before you'd like to try running by some different trees, different dogs, different power lines, different noises, different bugs.

My mother insisted on making some beer margaritas last night. We went out for maybe three hours just to amass all the alcoholic ingredients necessary for her recipe. And finally, she walked out of a liquor store, all, "Did you know Triple-Sec has alcohol in it?" Haha. I took this one at the gas station where she got the tequila. A little heavy handed with the split toning, I spose; so it goes.



By the time we started home again it had been dark for a long time.



Today I supposedly have a fashion shoot- I'm gonna guerilla up to the roof of my studio. The model's supposed to call me any minute, and when we get on the roof I'll be able to get the Kimo theater behind her, is the idea. I'm super excited about it. I got up at 6:52 a.m., that's about two and half hours earlier than usual, and so far this has been a smile-worthy day for sure.

Hey, so it's Christmas. What up Christmas land.

Anyway, here lemme show you the digitals from the other day. My friend and I went to old town. The next day it snowed (rare around here).



( Many other photos from old town, potentially the most touristy place in Albuquerque. Uh... after the Balloon Fiesta Museum and the Tram. I'm hungry and I wish I had a burrito... yum. With salsa. Salsa with green chile. OR OR OR. Green bean casserole. )