(there's gonna be a) snowdown

-- from a nameless yeast

grounded

grounded
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From a test roll shot through my Zorki-4, an old-school Russian rangefinder with all sorts of mechanical quirks. I fogged most of the roll owing to a misunderstanding of the rewind procedure. But you can't fog freedom!

in a lonely place

in a lonely place
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no photoshop was used nor animals harmed in the production of this picture.

within a budding grove

within a budding grove
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oh the wonderful music lately provided by the dedicated staff of filles sourires:

-one of many versions of serge gainsbourg's "harley davidson" posted recently, this one a trip-hoppy effort by one depth charge
-three selections from the ouevre of 80's euro-teen sensation (n.b.: racy!) Lio.

how you will sing and dance in many languages! a bientot!

tabloid ophelia

tabloid ophelia
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tabloid photographs from the los angeles herald express

oh dog bark three

14080103
Originally uploaded by Oh Dog! You Sleuth!.

site via happy palace; also see the difficult to meaneuver but seemingly endless wonder of oh-dog-you-sleuth.

lay your head upon my pillow

the lizzie borden bed-n-breakfast

August 4, 1892. A wealthy businessman and his wife found brutally murdered in their Victorian home in Fall River, Massachusetts. The Accused: the youngest daughter, Lizzie. The Verdict: Not Guilty!

So goes the lore of the most famous crime in the annals of American history. The mystery remains: If Lizzie Borden did not wield the murder weapon, who did?

Our beautifully restored Greek-revival home is now a first-class bed & breakfast. You are invited to choose one of 7 beautifully appointed bedrooms and roam the house to learn the true facts. What were the thoughts of the first police officers on the scene? Who were the suspects? What was the public?s reaction? Will you join the legions who think Lizzie guilty, or will you choose to be a stalwart defender?

via lenny.

i was so much older then i'm younger than that now

i was so much older then i'm younger than that now
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not just any port in a storm

not just any port in a storm
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

the sailor who fell from grace with the sea

-- from a nameless yeast

true story

-- from a nameless yeast

pacify - by idio lector 1.3

-- from Idiolector 1.3

poor sewer-baby, eyeballing that binky from beneath the grates but powerless to retrieve it. let us who live aboveground appreicate the binkies we find because it is too rare.

a really big adventure

-- from a nameless yeast

attila

-- from a nameless yeast

the last days of the quarry house before new management takes over and sucks her marrow for a brazilian nose job. word is the famous burger - the best in the fahreakang tri-state area - will still be on the menu; word is also that the current staff knows dip about their future. what is this, the government?

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new musik, unheralded "new wave" at siart.

loose ends, UK soul at bumrocks.

sixty-one versions of tico-tico at wfmu.

the transfiguration of blind bishop manning

the transfiguration of blind bishop manning
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

more from the Halloween Extravaganza @ Cathedral of St. John the Divine.

8:25; man without hat

8:25; man without hat
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a friend received some correspondence from Australia which was inexplicably packaged with this and two other snapshots.

savage night

savage night
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a traveling pants of the mind

a traveling pants of the mind
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Ferlinghetti's blurb is for Traveling Pants actress Amber Tamblyn's new collection of poetry "Free Stallion." Miss Tamblyn was mentored by Michael McClure among others. Her verse is a sight better than Jewel's, and one hopes that her next collection will shed the stallions and mainstream imprint (Simon and Schuster Children) for truly beat pants.

when i paint my masterpiece

when i paint my masterpiece
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just the two of us

just the two of us
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina

as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

one of the first things I ever bought on eBay, this squished currency cost me a neat $1.25 plus p&h in before-everything-changed dollars, and thus was an inexpensive way to bolster my feedback and q-rating. and oh, the girls, whose virtue would melt faster than you can say Sacajawea in a barn at the Rolls Royce and Movado that possession of such a talisman boded.

dukes

dukes
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summer leftovers. taken on the way to see the dukes of hazzard.

vavoomahhh

vavoomahhh
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boom! there she was

boom! there she was
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sharon and stephanie on trip to

sharon and stephanie on trip to
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the inscription on back of the picture indentifies the dames but leaves out their destination. where would a pair like this *not* go?

julia 44

julia 44
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One of the vendors at the Hell's Kitchen flea market had a handful of contact sheets and glamour shots of this one model, whose name is Julia Tamosi or Lamosi or Famosi or Bamosi? The photographer is John Paul Ireland. A friend at koffeeklatsch told us that this is just how girls dressed when he was a freshman in college, which dates this to the late 60's or early 70's?

unnatural urges

unnatural urges
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benji 77

benji 77
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

big baby, der zorn gottes

neils for your listening pleasure:

young's time fades away, not on cd and not likely to be.
via a million miles away

diamond's rick rubin-produced new album.
update: diamond's been removed. nuts. it's alright.

bishop manning

bishop manning
Originally uploaded by a nameless yeast.

From the Halloween Spectacular at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. This is the spectre of William Thomas Manning (1866-1949), the tenth bishop of New York.

a nameless yeast is not a cheeky monkey

a nameless yeast is not a cheeky monkey
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"We the undersigned do hereby vouch for the excellent character of Pat Padua, a.k.a. 'a nameless yeast.' We like the cut of his jib we do, and mothers all over should feel confident that this man has the most noble intentions toward their daughters. He is also not gay, but he would like to design some clothes for her anyway.

PS He doesn't look fat in this picture."

--Signed, this girl and that other one.
photo par Snelson. scent by Givenchy.

it keeps right on a-hurtin'

it keeps right on a-hurtin'
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can't get enough of this.

fortunate son

fortunate son
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you can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy willie brown

you can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy willie brown
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On our excursion to Wheaton a few weekends ago, Jen/birdcage took this picture of me and Snelson with her pony 828, whose alchemical optics somehow resulted in what Jen identifies as "an odd yellowy-pinkish color cast that makes them look like pictures you found in the back of that hutch in your grandfather's dining room that he took with his old Pony II Camera in 1964 and then forgot about."

shoot out the lights

shoot out the lights
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On one of my trips to the Chelsea flea markets this summer, I picked up a few Polaroids taken at Graceland. I wonder if this is what the Kang used to shoot out the tv?

fear of farming

fear of farming
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flickr convergence

flickr convergence
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This has been an odd month for flickr connections. A few weeks ago, iwantamonkey, a local contact I'd never met, got a job at my old office. We finaly ran into each other in the coffeeshop that I've photographed so often.

Last week she posted a picture of her new cubicle - which looked awfully familiar. It happened to be my old cubicle! I spent ten years in that thing. I gave them the best years of my life!

Tonight I was waiting at the bus stop watching all the girls watching all the girls go by, when a couple goed by. I watched them. The red-haired fella looked familiar and he thought he recognized me - it was Will, the star of goodgolly's photostream - and here's goodgolly! Will knew me from the first-grade picture I use for my icon, because my hairline is the same you know. Golly wisely suggested we part before things got awkward and we'd stare at our shoes and ask if you like things and stuff.

I gave them the best years of my life!

It's a regular Flickr invasion in nameless yeast town, and that's not counting the one camped out and singing songs under my bedroom window, despite all my warnings about the rats. We've traced the phone call - it's coming from inside the house.

e.n.t.

Ent
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I had an internal ear bath via suction and scrape. (I know, this isn't an ear you see above, but it's more interesting.) (Because out of the mouth you have words and song and the ear simply listens which is fine but, you know, participation is good.) (Although the passive nose strikes me as somehow more romantic than that of the ear; no you cannot smell music and without music what would we do, how would we woo and headbang?) (And yet, all three are intertwined, hence the professional compartmentalization of this specialty, which granted could also be prone to fetishism). The clog that had vexed me since sunday and before was more than waxy build-up, not one but *two* kinds of fungi. How they got in my pyjamas I'll never know. The suction originally produces a strangely pleasant sensation, like an aural scratch, but pleasure began to end when the suction ran out of stuff to suck.

the devil, probably

the devil, probably
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moon over georgia avenue

moon over georgia avenue
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hedonism

hedonism
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The effects of corn squeezins on the human female are as varied as the whole of human experience. This Aryan reveler ran free and openly; while another, whose unfortunate picture won't be seen on these pages, cursed out the photographer, who didn't even think her pants were that interesting and only stopped to take the picture because of John and whose fatal flaw was an indiscreet use of artificial light. As a dear person-of-uncertain-relationship-at-this-juncture noted, her fears are my reality.

AND HULK SAYS HEYYY YEAH YEAH YEAH HEYYY YEAH YEAH YEAH HULK SAYS HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON?

HULK'S DIARY THAT IS ON THE INTERNET

THANK YOU PUNY HUMAN CHRISTINA FOR SENDING HULK THESE PICTURES THAT ARE VERY GOOD PICTURES OF A MONKEY AND A KITTEN WHO ARE FRIENDS!

come

come
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come unto me
all ye that labor
and are heavy laden
and I will give you bread
--aimee semple mcpherson

hello a nameless yeast, you are a fine american

hello a nameless yeast, you are a fine american
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this gentleman had just left the vfw hall around the corner. ah, wheaton, I love you.

ihop gothic

ihop gothic
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up where we belong

up where we belong
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siri kaur

I take photographs of strangers. They are people unknown to me, whose lives I briefly investigate through the act of photography. The strangers select themselves by responding to notices I post around town or online, announcing that I need subjects for portraits. The fact that these individuals are from outside my sphere of existence is essential. Giving me permission to enter their lives satisfies a deep-seated curiosity I have nurtured for years. Watching people at cafes or chatting at parties, I am fascinated by people that I can never know anything about. My role as photographer gives me the key to accessing these anonymous existences.
via conscientious

too much of a good thing is wonderful

too much of a good thing is wonderful
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that's what it says inside this card.

10.01

10.01
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hey amanda

hey amanda
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why am I getting so many hits from Norway?