Frost Apostraphe

So I had my redscale film processed. Most of the pictures look like they bubbled up from the lavas of hell, but there are a couple that don't. These are the ones I like. Your eyes kind of have to acclimate to them.

Once again, a Sunday finds me at Sandia's pool.



I really love the accidental juxtapositions that happen with half-frame photography. Back when I was sixteen, I had big dreams for a half-frame camera my dad gave me. Unfortunately, it refused to take any pictures for me. Now I have the Diana Mini and I'm so impressed with the pictures it takes. Most of the time I forget to adjust the focus on it, but to me, it doesn't even matter if the pics are out of focus. This is the epitome of non-fussy, shoot-from-the-hip, document-life-and-don't-worry-about-it photography.

( More photos from the pool )

Also, I went to go see Rihanna the other day. Kesha opened. It's true what they say; Kesha really can't sing and when she's not actually dancing, she's stumbling around doing a great impersonation og being drunk. Kesha, man. Maybe it's just because I saw this video and found it hilarious, but either way I couldn't get it out of my head. Tequila and glitter. Oh man.

And as for Rihanna, holy @)#@($* those outfits!

An amazing number of little girls dressed as Kesha with crimped, dirty hair and fascinating clothing choices dotted the audience. In fact, even the girls not dressed as celebrities had some pretty remarkable clothes on. See this girls' pants:




( More things seen at the Rihanna/Kesha concert )

I developed an old roll of film. Earlier the film lounged in my car, day and night, for weeks. It wasn't worth developing because it was wrecked, I thought.

Here's the roll of film while I use this space as my personal therapist.



( The rest of the roll )

Here's more from that abandoned gas station.

Here is a summary of some of the dreams I had in the past 24 hours:

1. Andra wrote me an e-mail where she spelled out exactly why she wasn't talking to me and it was going to make perfect sense and I was going to understand... but I couldn't open the e-mail because of my bad internet connection.

2. My mom was holding some sort of sleeping fox-puppy and her name was Kira, I believe, and she was saying that wasn't she cute and I was going to hold her but she was just too heavy to move. My mom was treating Kira like a human baby and I was trying to determine if she was a human baby or a fox puppy. I finally asked my mom. She said human. I said, "Ah, of course. It was the ears that were throwing me off." And sure enough, Kira had little fox ears poking out of her fine black hair.

3. A girl I went to high school with (her name was Marta) came out as gay, and I was confused because she had a boyfriend. Somehow this confession allowed her to go into space, which I didn't think was all that smart because there were killer meteors flying around out there anyway.

I wish I would see more interesting non-representational graffiti out there. At the far right of this picture you can see the work of a guy we have in town. It's the grey outlined in black.




What this guy does, he paints a couple squares on a building as if there was graffiti underneath and someone did a hasty job of covering it. Then he outlines the squares in some contrasting type color. It's a simple idea really but I kind of love it. Maybe I'll go find some examples of his work to show.

I don't think this was meant to be anything. Just a bad stucco patch job and someone tryna scrub off some pink tags, but I thought it was pretty. The picture is nothing special. Sorry.

Well, I broke my hand in two places and sprained it. Wait, how? How did I do that? By decking Mr. Freeze from Batman.


The real way I broke my hand was way less cool so if you wanna know, better ask me in an aside. Cos I'm not gonna say on the www.


Rob and I saw these guys the other day at our back-to-school shopping and they were all, is that a 35mm? Like, with film? Like, that you have to physically advance with a little lever n aw? Whoaaaa.
It made us feel old. But cool.

Here's David Canning. At the beginning of this roll of film, [xxx content deleted xxx]





Do these symbols mean stuff to anyone? I think they're cool. I also thought that third one was a safety pin for half a second and I was RILLY. EXCITED.

This girl, I feel like she looks.
To all your girls in the world with cat-eyes, keep doing what you do. A person appreciates it here and there.