Never too late

what a wonderful, brilliant, inspiring, enviable profile.

Written for even the stupidest of horses

authentic charcoal with photoshop magic and internet barn and farmhouse


I was going to start the post with some comments on the big buckarooni digital cameras I held this weekend at Service Photo. I was going to include the 360 degree image of the one I want handsdown over the rest, but I took a look at my last few posts and feel that I should speculate elsewheres for a moment. Even if I have more tales (and tshirts in the making) for the deleteme group.

I got around to reading Animal Farm, oh, about 12 years after I wanted to. It makes me so mad that I wait to read these classics and miss ages of references and ideas and great characters like the one that inspired me to do this nerdy charcoal drawing. Can I get paid to be a ninth grade english student?

uh

look at that beautiful navigation.


Hampdenfest makes frequent taggage!


Deleteme group=flickr equivalent of American Idol


see the photo here.

photographic leaps and bounds

BOB photo IMO photo by Frank Klein.
runner up photo.

I cannot begin to catch up on the photo news in flickr and real life. I am presently in the midst of gettting quickly cut down to size in the Deleteme group. Brutal comments. I love them. However it is on my strongest photo. but what the hey- it scored me 100 extra views.

Last night I met a couple of professional photographers who showed me some keen tricks with my digital, but none of them wanted anything to do with flickr. This was disappointing to me. This weekend when I was in the bookstore, I was cruising the magazines and I stopped to look at a photo mag, and realized that pretentious technical bullshit isn't exciting. Its actually the tool itself, the massive size, and the organization that have all breathed life back into photography for me again in a most obsessive form.

sick competition

Fall football is back in swing with a team that has doubled in size. I began the season regreeting all the old members and trying to calm some of the new female players with funny stories at my athletic expense. That was not a good idea. It made it seem like I wasn't trying when I got dusted 2x for a touchdown by a girl with an evident sports injury. I am a firm believer that confidence and taking yourself seriously in sports is essential. I can tell thats where I am different from my teammates and why I will quickly advance as the reputation of third-string-veteran-sister-of-the-captain player. It is also why people who aren't as good at me in tennis win. Its not that I am not competitive. I hate losing. I hate being serious. I'm not sure what the season holds or if I will hold out.

Here is an email from of our new star division 1 Basketball/soccer and rugby player before the season began addressed to the QB ad the whole team:

Gimme some background -
new gender plays makes the girls crucial - do we split time or are we trying to win?
My Sobo team is die hard - so give me some background - so i can get on the [team name's] page!
[Team Captain] - ill pass on the email to [another new division 1 track and basketball player with hightop cleats] - she's pretty sick athlete so we stoked!

another case of the mistaken identity

I am listening to a radio show on KCRW when I should be packing, about Michael Penn, who in my mind has shared the same little honeycomb of an information cell block as Michael W. Smith- and wrongfully so. He is an excellent songwriter that reminds me of George Harrison. He also scored the Comedians of Comedy. bonus points. Thats when this book came rushing back to me.

Anyway. Michael W. Smith is also a musician(Christian) who thrived largely in the 80's, but at some point fell hard to drugs,sex, sin, and even rock and roll. This made him a good candidate to write a book for teens. Or so my mom thought so. I read this and reread this for a good couple weeks. I would read it at the kitchen table and just put it in front of my face so that my family couldn't read my expression from the sometimes overboard descriptions he went on in discouraging young readers from becoming sex-addicted drug-users.

back to boston

Headed to Salem MA with my old preggers friend H to see my old bud J get the hitch. This isn't the first time I've done some serious travelling with a pregnant lady (Chicago, Cabrini Green 1997). It involves a lot of solo drinking and bag carrying. We'll hit up the Witch and Pirate Museum so I can properly investigate all my halloween and life options. I can see me with a job like the fellow here hiding behind a boat.

keep moving

I wasn't ready for some football circa 1982

I really like how I drew my dads nostrils.