April 2004
freedom
i’ve been quietly thinking about making it all private again for some time. i am not one to care for an audience of sorts as it begins to influence what i write and when i write. it’s important to make it irrelvant and unavailable at times to ensure that it is meaningless. if it was entirely a photography blog than i could care less but there is enough in these words to prosecute me for another life time of meaningless drivel.
study in hand
i shot and processed a 3 hour wedding tonight, a first and last time i am sure. i also noticed that there is another theme running through my wedding photography corner pocket.
adventures on bikey
spring is a yummy time in sf except for my outrageous alleregies. it’s been excessive this year but i am doing the drug thing to compensate for my lack of tolerance. anyway, i finally got around to document my favorite simple work out route of going up to twin peaks and going through the pan handle back into the hood. the strength in my legs are coming back but endurance is entirely another matter. _mid way up on portola street _yet another self portait _the not so famous tower _making love to bikey
inspiration
had several nice rounds of inspiration today during yoga. i forget the order but the first had to do with with viewing tea as art. i am suppose to do this commerical gig for this woman starting a tea company and she wants to portray tea as art. and of course i should be excited as hell because i tea is my addiction and i should be wanking off to doing a project like this. but i am thinking were am i going the proper time to do somehing as fun as this project. anyway, retarded point […]
March 2004
being grown up
there are these rare occasions in the past year for me to act very grown up and be someone bigger than i am capable of. it doesn’t always dawn on me that i am actually being a role model and that i can’t just be myself. not that i all that bad when i am myself but you know it’s a funny feeling when you realize that if you say the wrong thing it can shape the future of someone’s opinion about that. usually daily adult exchange is so frivlious that most of the shit just goes […]
rules of attraction
apparently, i am begining to look like the untidy french intellectual type that i’ve been dying to achieve since my paris trip. too bad i don’t have the smell or attitude to live up to the stereotype. maybe i can work on the smell part but it’s going to be a while become i can become as cynical as my english wanking buddy in montemarte.
back in the saddle part two
gorgeous sundays and a bike ride to twin peak and ocean beach are made for weekend bike hos like me. this time, i am loving my mp3/camera toy on my way up to the hill of repent. _me, my friend and my lover _searching for waldo _the punk beach bum
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