Destroyer - Painter In Your Pocket

Still haven't had the time to develop anything new, so here's an oldie, but a goodie.

Os Mutantes - Primier Bonheur du jour

I'll hopefully be able to develop some new rolls of film this week (or next) so I dont really have anything new to put up here. Instead, I'll take a quick photo break and put two of my favorite New Yorker covers. These are the only issues I've hung on to and they happen to be by the same artist, Adrian Tomine.

Maserati - Being President is like Riding a Tiger

American Football - Honestly

I hope $4 bottles of wine never stop being 'the good shit.'

Peter and co. - Paris 2004

This could regard a hundred different things right now, but I'm really trying. I really am.

Decemberists - Grace Cathedral Hill

An oldie, but a goodie. This was one of my favorite photos from our trip through Argentina like a year and a half ago. I forgot what the story about the yellow flowers was. I think they are endemic to the Atacama or something and our driver was telling us about some local guy who was trying to prove they could cure cancer or maybe some other disease, I forgot that too.




As usual, I regret not taking this with my 35mm.

The Thrills - Deckchairs and Cigarettes

One of my favorite things, ever, is the brain's ability to link memories of certain people and places to olfactory senses. I was riding my bike behind Goering's yesterday and caught the whiff of something that smelled like hotdogs. Right then, I could remember being a little kid in a school cafeteria in Miami and looking for a place to sit. The memories aren't really of a specific event, but more like a reminder of how a particular time used to feel like. Unfortunately, as soon as the smell in question has dissipated, the vivid memories fade away as quickly as they came. It's as if the brain wires memory and smell together. Or maybe it does.

A couple weeks ago, again while riding bike around town, the combination of exhaust, humidity, and maybe something else, made me remember my uncle's car, and I felt like I was, for a tiny second, in Bogotá.

As much as I try to bring whatever memory back on my own, it doesn't come back as strongly. That is, until I smell certain foods, cigarettes, perfumes, roofing tar, etc that my brain has associated with first days of school, travels, initial dates, cities, christmases, ages, etc.

Owen - Bags of Bones

Aside from all the obvious things I'm going to miss about Gainesville, like 3rd Ave, the Top, being chatted up by the homeless, Critical Mass rides, cats, etc, I'm really going to miss spanish moss. Although, I never skip an opportunity to take photos of them, I still don't feel that I have taken a real 'spanish moss photo.'


I'll just make sure to keep my camera close for the next couple of weeks.

Get Up Kids - Campfire Kansas

Sort of appropriate song I think.

Appleseed Cast - Secret

Silver Jews - Random Rules

Honestly, if I had a time machine, the first thing I would do would be to travel back in time and prevent mayonnaise from ever being invented.

Promise Ring - Raspberry Rush

Bjork - Hidden Place

We recently acquired a new piece of art work in our apartment. Yeah, that's right, it's an Eggleston, courtesy of the New York Times.

My Bloody Valentine - Never say goodbyee

I wish I would've taken this photo with film.

Broken Social Scene - Lost Peace

I remember taking this while in traffic on US-1. Sort of a stressful day for me I guess.

Bob Dylan - Just Like A Woman

All this election stuff is getting really scary, and walking around school today was sort of intense.



But the good news is that I love the way the afternoon sun shines on my bike while we go for a drive.

Tokyo Police Club - Citizens of Tomorrow

I voted for Barack Obama because he promised his daughters that he would get them a dog if he became president.

Pavement - Everything is Ending Here

I was looking through the fecalface NY site and got a little nostalgic of the life I am not currently living. Mainly, living in New York. It seems that we miss out on plenty of fun things down here. Things like this:

City That Never Sleeps

I've made up my mind and although Ive thought this for a while, everyday that goes by has me leaning more towards this decision. But, I want to live in NYC for a little while, even if for half a year, but to at least be able to know I did it. I think the NY experience would be beneficial for me and contrary to what Sarah Palin thinks, NYC is "real America." My parents lived in NYC for a a while after they got off the boat and I almost feel that I can only validate my membership to the world community after I have spent sometime in Nueba Yol.

We were throwing around some ideas about how cool it would be to open up a little coffee shop (anywhere really, not just NY) and bake things and have a regular clientele and making it hip in our little hole-in-the-wall sort of way. We could even have little tiny hole-in-the-wall art shows by little hole-in-the-wall artists. It's kind of exciting and a little scary to think about us in our late 20s. Honestly, even being a professional dog walker there sounds awesome. Seriously, think about it. Puppies.

Although Brooklyn has become hipster Mecca over the past ten years, I'd still like sign up to do a little tour of duty.

Sea Wolf - Winter Windows

Both my parents came to this country as illegal immigrants and that is the proudest thing I think I could ever say about myself.

Daniel Johnston - Speeding Motorcycle of my heeeaaart

I was reading the electric kool-aid acid test by the pool (btw, wtf?). After I was enveloped in a thin layer of sweat, I jumped in the pool and swam around for a while. I eventually surfaced (like a whale or nuclear submarine) next to a bumblebee who had fallen in. I put the little bee into my palm and swam him to safety. He flicked his wings for a few as he shook the water off his wings and flew away.

Looking back on that, I wonder if my motivation was
A.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pollinator_decline
B.) That Phil Collins song where he tells that guy he saw him choose not to save a drowning roadie or whatever.
C.) My general respect for living things

Either way, I hope that little bumblebee is having a good day at work today.







I've always liked the way 8 o'clock light wakes me up in the morning in this room.

why? - these few presidents

Self portrait with a party hat.

Miles Davis - Boplicity

Riding my bike home from school today, I decided that I would make a pineapple curry (I know, I'm a fatass). I've never tried it before, but I can't imagine it being too hard.


Unfortunately, I need to run to publix because I dont have a pineapple =(

I still haven't gotten over my ever-intensifying love for Mr. Vonnegut. This is, for me, probably the most beautiful thing I have ever read:

He went into the living room, swinging the bottle like a dinner bell, turned on the television. He came slightly unstuck in time, saw the late movie backwards, then forwards again. It was a movie about American bombers in the Second World War and the gallant men who flew. Seen backwards by Billy, the story went like this:

American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter plans flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation.

The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers, and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The containers were stored neatly in racks. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans, though, and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France, though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.

When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody ever again.

The American fliers turned in their uniforms, became high school kids. And Hitler turned into a baby, Billy Pilgrim supposed. That wasn't in the movie. Billy was extrapolating. Everybody turned into a baby, and all humanity, without exception, conspired biologically to produce two perfect people named Adam and Eve, he supposed.


Now, to end with a photo of something we often link with ending World War II. I saw this as I was about to leave for class. My boot, of course, is there for comparison =)

batlashes

We swung by some party last night and drank beer inside of a surprisingly stable and completely awesome treehouse. like the guy who writes xkcd, a little part of me always thinks about making a treehouse and how we would fill it.

http://weburbanist.com/2008/06/23/15-more-tree-houses/
http://www.inhabitat.com/2008/02/21/eco-ewok-treehouses-finca-bellavista-sustainable-rainforest-community/


and...
http://www.thetreehouseguide.com/

pedro the lion

i was at the library today and thumbed through a book titled 'the state of florida photography' and smiled when i saw that 4 of my previous photography professors had some photos they had taken in there.

i dunno, but that seems pretty cool.

in other news, alec soth is giving a talk at school today. i hope no one figures out i'm not a photo major.

bat macumba

I was riding my bike through campus today and I saw something which, for a second seemed particularly nice/beautiful and I guess now, worth my time to write about it. Some guy put his bookbag down next to a tree and began to pray to Mecca.

I was riding my bike so it only caught my attention for less than 5 seconds, but I actually felt relieved to know that there are still plenty of people who hang on to their traditions and those of their parents. Although I myself am not a religious person, its things like this, or my grandmother's rosary praying, that make me happy to be human.

To the Minotaur that lives above me:

Dear Minotaur, please take it easy on the floor. I hear your hooves clip-clopping on the floor every morning I wake up and especially at night while I try to go to sleep. The ceiling fan sways as you jump out of bed and gallop towards the bathroom. I know this because I can hear and count every step you make with your mighty hooves.

Thanks,
James

M. ward

Just when I thought my bike couldn't get sexier- he done do it again.

Cue Devendra Banhart songs

american analog set - punk as fuck

typical miami.




typical.

the owls - issac bashevis singer

I need new clothes, I just wish everything didn't come in big fat american sizes =/




The more i think about it, the more I am considering making the switch to digital cameras. well, its not much of a switch since I already use them pretty often, but I mean for more personal things. I really only use film when I want to photograph something really special or things I really care about, like my friends or my parents. Unfortunately, analog processes are disappearing and I no longer have an access to a photo lab now that I am at UF, so it might be for the best.

I wonder what Peggy Nolan would think.

roberto carlos -como é grande o meu amor por você

I had to shoot a little kid's magic show other day. This cuban magician pulled an animal out of EVERYTHING. He turned three pigeons into a poodle. I still can't figure out where the pigeons went.

blondie - atomic

I've been looking at fecalface a lot lately, and checking out everyone's different websites and I've started looking back onmy life. Although I dont regret my major and my other choices in life up until now, I sort of wish I would have gotten a bit more involved in the art world/scene. I got my minor in art, but my friend's who stuck to it are always at gallery openings and art related events in Miami/elsewhere.

It just seems like it would have been a fun alternative to this thing I'm doing in gainesville.

santa maria de feira

someone out there is looking for me. it's a little weird.





our gainesville water gun assassin tournament has begun!

picking my brain/nose

i'm always sort of shocked when i see people's computers and they havent changed the default wallpaper. either that, or they have another one of the standard backgrounds set up. don't people get inspired by things on the internet enough to change their green-rolling-hills background?


so i really do learn something new everyday. today, i learned that cubans will turn a guayabera into anything. i saw a couple of different shades of guayaberas today as well as a few guayabera dresses. i felt so out of place because my shirt only had 1 pocket and not 4.

radio dept. - everytime

finally, laika gets some more recognition than a stamp with her name on it:

Puppy

cardigans

oh coolio. i sent in a post secret secret in december and now its on the page. i feel like a superstar.

mostly because my secret isnt too crazy/juicy/sick

beach house - gila

i wish i had friends who would take photos. i've noticed that everyone seems to have a lot of photos of themselves throughout the course of their lives, but now the only photos i seem to have of my self are at family gatherings.

roots - complexity

i ran after an ice cream truck today with joey. barefoot. the guy didnt have any gumball popsicles, or strawberry shortcakes, or chocotacos which is pretty lame.


despite that, it stood out to me because i havent run after an ice cream truck in years.

the kinks - a well respected man

i shouldn't blame her for trying to move on already.

even her fortune cookie said it was 'time to start something new.'


=/

cursive - the recluse

although i was only 3 when the berlin wall was torn down, i'm starting to feel sort of old. 21 sort of feels like 29 for me. maybe its because i havent done as much as i would like to, chiefly, work love, and travel.


hmmm: http://www.beloit.edu/~pubaff/mindset/2011.php


i think the superbowl's still on

pinback - hurley

i'm having a difficult time trying to figure out what i want to do with my life, especially now as i get closer and closer to graduating.

i know what i would like to do, that is travel as much as i can and take advantage of the fact that i am young and uncomplicated by the responsibilities of adulthood that some of my friends have already gotten stuck in. unfortunately, despite the fact my parents are all for me going out and experiencing the world, i have a feeling they expect me to only be gone for a short while.


being an only child and given the circumstances that my family now find themselves in with the illnesses of my grandparents, i cant forget that my responsibilities as a son are to support my family. living in hostels/living rooms far away from home would only bring real joy to my life, but would do very little for my parents who can not pack up and leave as easily as i can.



in all honesty, for me, getting out of college and finding a job immediately are real signs that i messed up somewhere along the way. i'm really scared of finding myself at 23, with a stable job, paying car insurance, and sitting in traffic.


i really need to sit down and have a real lengthy talk with my parents and my department advisor.

south - shallow

i don't mean to come off as a hater, but linguine is vastly superior to angel hair spaghetti.

grizzly bear

it's sort of amazing to think that, before 1972, there was not a real complete photograph of earth from outerspace. before that famous 'blue marble' photo, all we had were maps. we take it for granted being the children born after 1972. and then i think about it, and its crazy.

my grandmother was 1, when the first 'unsilent' film came out.
she was 18 when allied forces landed on the norman coast.
43 when we landed on the moon. (that was 17 years before i was born)

and now she's already 80 something. its like 30 years disappeared somewhere in there. either that, or i'm getting old. i used to look back on the 80's being ten years ago, but now i realize, its not. its 20 years ago.

in a related article:

http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/nation_suddenly_feels_old

crazy bread

its been like a day and a half but i already miss her. this is pretty lame.