Monday, August 28, 2006

Working on it.

Everything. Really.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

For better or for worse,

I just feel like being in Queens today. Next Saturday I will be. I haven't been doing very well lately.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

operating with blown mind

Thursday, August 10, 2006


My "Blogger profile" already says that I'm 25. I don't like it as much.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Yesterday, Chelsea River

Monday, August 07, 2006


To be 24. I guess I'm not going to write anything good by then.

Great "boat" pictures to come from today's lunchtime sunburn bikeride.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

global urban filth six

NEW OLD PHOTOS. First since March.

Friday, August 04, 2006


Will happen here, just not now. I'm really going to write it.

There are so many BBQ places that I haven't been to in the Carolinas. It's such a huge thought.


The photo compulsion never went away*. Now, I think I'm onto something. I've been taking pictures of all sorts of machines (never people, really) since I was 5. When I got to college and met more people I liked, I took lots of pictures of them. Better late than never. And when I got my first 4 or 5 or 6 digital cameras, I used them to take pictures of machines OR places that reminded me of "home" OR really ugly people. There was no synthesis.

Last summer, I tried to put together a photo mini-anthology at the behest of Dan Barry. It would have come out on our now-aborted (resuscitatable) name_tk "imprint." I picked about a dozen photos, and we argued for a while about why I could or could not call the selected images "home." Then, nothing happened.

It must be a year later. A few cameras have died since then. I drove another 30,000 miles (almost died! and I hate driving!) and took maybe another 2,000 pictures. Where is it all going? Nowhere that anyone goes.

I like the Saint Johns and Fitchburgs and even the Edmontons and the totally dehumanized Queenses. I like to figure out how the minutiae make places work, and then show it. I like the "borders" set up by "municipality" and so I like to take pictures of public works trucks and city names on garbage cans. Then there are the people themselves.

Can you build shit cities through photography? I don't know; I haven't really tried. I haven't spent anywhere long enough to figure it out. And the places I like to photograph all suck, which is why I like to photograph them in the first place.

Naturally, I have to ask myself why I like these places. I keep asking myself. I get nothing but more weird photos.

So I'll keep taking them. I'll fulfill my commitment to "Global Urban Filth," posting the 200 photos I set aside in January. After that, there will be something else. Something that looks like this sounds.

*The music compulsion lives on in my head; the writing compulsion is rather negatively affected by "being on email" all day. I would rather read, IF I HAD THE TIME. To think that I quit pursuing a journalism career because I thought writing for a living would distract me from writing what I had to say!

Bronx Goths

The Times actually published an article about them. Used to see them all the time.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

My 1979 a/c finally died.

The compressor motor just can't do it anymore.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

not excited

though i did manage to have one stifled, personal conversation today, and saw buena gente last night.