not cursing in the title.

fuck it. I was going to write something but instead I cut it because let's face it, even I don't want to listen to my bullshit long enough to write it. The photos, though, I could stare at for hours... not that I do, you think I have time for that? no, I'm to busy doing your mothers. All of them, alphabetically. I'm all the way to 'c' now. Enough bullshit, time for the love:

Random ass night at the hell house.

More hell house, in the kitchen.

The real hell cat?

Yeah, alien spaceship shit, because I roll like that.

Or just the inside of the concert hall. There were people inside speechifying and I was kind of embarassed that they are the good guys.

Things I should be doing

1. Getting ready for the first Oklahoma Citizen meeting wednesday-yes, the newspaper has a name, tentatively. I need to make an agenda, decide what I'm going to say, maybe put together a powerpoint, etc. etc. It's a lot of prep work.

2. Laundry- I wore one clean sock today and one dirty sock. Enough said.



3. House Cleaning- literally. My room has once more transformed into a series of piles, and the bathroom hasn't been scrubbed in a couple weeks.



4. Physical therapy exercises- these take about ten minutes, and I'll probably do them right after I get done writing this.

5. Promote my book. Done.



6. Process some of the pictures from the last few weeks. (The ones you're seeing here are from just after halloween. I have a bunch still in the camera from after that even).

And that's it. My todo list for right now. What I should be doing. Instead, I'm waiting on a phone call to go out and celebrate somebody's birthday. No names, I am a gentleman after all.

what's next?

this is always on my mind. For a very long time, I've been casting about, trying to find my way through the world, and it's been a ripping good time. I've got a good job now, one that will eventually afford me a great deal of freedom, assuming I don't get tied down with a wife and kids and mortgage and all the trappings of modern life that are really just a trap.

It's a curve though. I'm starting at zero: zero knowledge of the stuff I'm doing, zero time to do anything but sleep and work, zero money, and zero photos taken since I started the job on tuesday. these will all help each other though: As I learn the job, I'll have more time to get out and do things; as soon as I have a paycheck, I'll have more money in hand than I've had in months; and of course, there will be more photos. (I just checked; there are a couple photos on the camera, but nothing of consequence).

one thing, I guess: I've realized that you don't have to be all one thing; that is, you can do a lot of different things, do them well, and it's not that you're letting go of one thing for another, it's that you're able to do both, and that all of your activities inform one another. It's a good thing I've come to this realization, because it's a really bad time to be trying to make money off of photography. (I'm not going to go into details, but someone was pissed at me recently because they thought I was putting out a certain photo for a profit, and it made me laugh. I've never made money off of what I consider my real work, the portraits, the documentary projects, etc).

the second half of the party pictures

Don't be mad if I cut a picture you liked; they're still in the flickr set, but I wanted to trim this some. Onward!

This photo isn't here for the fact that I found waldo. It's here because the girl on the right recognized me. From this blog. Hi, if you're reading this. I didn't catch your name.



I'm a fan of this.

I don't know if it's a abberation of the lens or what, but does that guy in blue look flat to you? Weird.

Of course, Tanner got back in town and had to start things off right: by pummelling some dude at a party.

Because this scene never happened in the cartoon.


















Rachel and Timmy had the best costumes of the night; they came dressed as each other. Everyone kept doing double takes all night at both of them.

















I like these two photos together, eve though they're both a little blurry, because the look on her face (2nd pic) is the look I've seen 1000 times, along with the phrase "Did you just take a picture?"



Bearded lady?







The thing about this is, when they came in, I looked over at Rachel (the one in the green shirt, for clarity) and said to myself, "Is that Timmy?"



This could be a cuervo ad, if the label were facing the right way.

Because the party never stops.