hey amanda
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why am I getting so many hits from Norway?
I recently took a closer look at a friend's new sig:
Guess I'll have to break the news
That I got no mind to lose
Now I guess I'll have to tell 'em
That I got no cerebellum
Gonna get my Ph.D.
I'm a teenage lobotomy
RAMONES
The lyric had been seeping in for a few weeks, and now that the boring photos discussion is gearing up again and the concomitant notion of an aesthetic/spritual emptying, I see this song is really about the openness of youth, the resilience, the sense of potential because *nothing* is settled and defined. Of course Joey can get his PhD - he can be president! He can do anything! As a teenager, having no mind to lose is a dangerous and exciting thing. As an adult, it's even more thrilling. Joey Ramone knew this. Brian Wilson knows this. The lyric validates the stripped-down basics of the music and vice versa. It can be anything. It can be Hanson.
This is what Pants does.
From a vanity book I found in the bargain bins at Strand Books. Among the other inhabitants of this tranquil menagerie are Pumpkin the gerbil, Anguro the parakeet, Henry the goat, and Tulip the black lab.

Welcome to Benny Agra's Animal shop a traditional familiy business, we ship animal anywhere you want. You need monkey, cheetahs, or a big snake Benny has it. We are live in India where animals are cheep price. Now you can buy many and we send the animals any place you are. CALL BENNY AGRA.via c1d1t1.
As we walked through the march, Snelson would go up to pretty women and other photogenic characters saying, "We're from Denmark - can my friend take my picture with you?" He shot some 400 pictures with my digital, and I shot nine rolls of film, the most I've ever shot in a single day.
John was wont to approach even those who seemed intimidating. But this was a carnival for peace. In this convivial atmosphere, dozens of people accepted when John, in the guise of a touring Dane accompanied by a mysteriously Filipino cameraman, asked for a picture. It wasn't until after the march was over, and we had left the grounds, that his photogenic advances were rejected, by a moustachioed subway worker, who in a curious mirroring of the days events, was discouraged by his Asian colleague.
The after-school percussion group at Minnetonka High School, Minneapolis, rehearsed for months and can now play two tracks from DJ Shadow's 'Endtroducing' album. The music was arranged by 25 year-old geographer/law student/vibraslap enthusiast Brian Udelhofen, who teaches the group.via musicthing
One of the many interesting varieties of trees to be seen at Florida's beautiful CYPRESS GARDENS is the "Sausage Tree."
A new research claims that different types of cheese can give you different kinds of dreams. Hence, if you wish to bring on nostalgia, do not forget to eat Red Leicester before you retire for the night.
more from last weekend's trip to the pg county fair with birdcage et. al. more of my pictures here. the wb bus had a table full of promotional items for their hit series. however, you had to get a raffle ticket, which was free, and comec back to check on the drawings they'd hold every 15 minutes. I took a ticket and promptly lost it, and when I stopped by the table on the way back from the animal exhibits, two hours after the sun had gone down, the station was unmanned. the table covered with a tarp. under the tarp, the "winning" raffle tickets were taped aroudn the edge of the table. I was sure I won, so I took one of the gilmore girls magnets as my prize. like something out of Irish literature, isn't it.
Delone Catholic High School in McSherrystown, Pa., has a fun fundraising program called 'Stop the Bop.'via wfmu's beware of the blog
Suggested by a few members of the student council, the school is playing Hanson's 1996 hit 'MMMBop' through the loudspeakers before classes begin, between periods and during lunch. The idea? Annoy students into donating; have them pay to stop the music.


a belated birthday present. one of the wheels isn't attached right so when you wind it up and let it run it goes in circles like something out of a herzog film. on slick surfaces, the monkey cannot get purchase so it humps suggestively in place. a soild half-hour of fun for all.
janet cardiff's "her long black hair" is a guided audio-walk of central park. the narration is a bit heavy-handed but the field-recorded sounds are both pleasant and disorienting; when you walk past a duck pond you hear ducks but they may not be the ducks before you - or may not be the ducks before you at that moment; when you walk past a steep stone outcropping, you hear one kid shout warnings to another not to get too close to the edge; you look up and around and don't see them. it's a clear, beautiful day, and there are ghosts (as the narrator might say). this shot is very atypical of me (maybe I'm not as ironic as I'd like to think I am; after all, I thought the movie shown on the bus ride to ny, will smith in hitch, was kind of cute until I thought about it and the romantic-comedy encouragement of behavior that in the real world would amount to no less than stalking; not to mention yet another romanticized other who teaches the not-other - need I add, the not-other who can afford to hire the other? - how to get down), like that cheesy w. eugene smith shot of his kids wandering into the woods, but it stuns me.
We quickly learned Winogrand's technique--he walked slowly or stood in the middle of pedestrian traffic as people went by. He shot prolifically. I watched him walk a short block and shoot an entire roll without breaking stride. As he reloaded, I asked him if he felt bad about missing pictures when he reloaded. 'No,' he replied, 'there are no pictures when I reload.' He was constantly looking around, and often would see a situation on the other side of a busy intersection. Ignoring traffic, he would run across the street to get the picture. Incredibly, people didn't react when he photographed them. It surprised me because Winogrand made no effort to hide the fact that he was standing in way, taking their pictures. Very few really noticed; no one seemed annoyed. Winogrand was caught up with the energy of his subjects, and was constantly smiling or nodding at people as he shot. It was as if his camera was secondary and his main purpose was to communicate and make quick but personal contact with people as they walked by. At the same time, as he passed from shadow into sunlight into shadow again, he was constantly adjusting his meterless camera. It was second nature to him. In fact, his first comment right out the door was, 'nice light--1/250 second at f/8.' I tried to mimic Winogrand's shooting technique. I went up to people, took their pictures, smiled, nodded, just like the master. Nobody complained; a few smiled back!via the flickr portrait group.
I was framing this building in my nikon n90 when it jammed (I still haven't mastered changing modes on the thing), and this gentleman happened into the picture. through the viewfinder, I saw him stop just to the right of this doorway,lean back and shrug. he was kind and patient enough to wait for me to switch to digital.
In a city where strange, discolored puddles appear in the streets and overflowing trash bags are placed in plain view, most New Yorkers accept the fact that the place will, at any given time, smell....
...But some residents have lately gotten a whiff of a different sort of scent. ...
I've been shooting more film lately, and in the rush to get it processed I've shot more than a few frames just for the sake of finishing off a roll. here are some of my end-of-roll pix, taken on the way to asman photo on capitol hill.
:..:::.:: a friend of a guy I know painted this, among other canvases derivative in a surprising variety of ways and means (not a few faux ernsts, for example). though between you and me, this sofa-sized tableau is a reproduction with added highlights. check out the incongruous picasso bull coming out of the left edge.