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Not a twenty, I don’t think…
Mom just swung by the office, and while I know she’ll want to kill me for posting this view of her, I have to post this, my favorite of the pictures I just shot. But here’s the thing: I’m shocked at the difference in quality between the camera I just lost, and this the backup one. The ability to handle interior light conditions is vastly different. Now given, this current camera is about four or five years old. It’s just that I can really see the difference in lens quality between it and the Lumix.
I might have to start toting around my DSLR. I’m turning into one of those photographers I always used to crack wise about.
Over on The Onion’s AV Club, I see that Calvin and Hobbes creator Bill Watterson is giving a rare interview. I may have said this before here, but I don’t really care for that strip, which provokes passionate devotion among many of my friends. Some of it is beautifully drawn, but I just never thought that the writing was much more than a few stock situations reshuffled, and I was pretty much repulsed by Calvin, who struck me as a thug in training, unredeemed by his flights of fantasy. It’s Krazy Kat, where you’re mostly being asked to root for Ignatz. But then I always hated Dennis the Menace, too. Maybe I see Calvin as exemplary of the boys that used to frighten and make me nervous as a kid: boys who delighted in smashing stuff and running around. I suppose we are meant to see him as creative, and rebellious, but I just don’t get it.
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Twenty sentences that won’t change your life.
There’s a little something around my sinuses that feels like it could be a cold.
Last night’s flight home was smooth and undersold, which meant that I had two seats to slump into while I read a copy of The Age of American Unreason that I had picked up at the Nashville Airport.
It turns out I really did lose my Panasonic Lumix somewhere around the Austin Peay campus Tuesday night, so I can’t show you any pictures of the polaroids of hot hunters from the Bar B Q shack’s “Brag Wall”, because those pictures were on the SD card in the camera.
Coming back to work after being in such a different environment is always like taking a leap onto a moving train.
These days, one of the only constants in my life is my tumblr account.
It was snowing pretty seriously around my block this morning but I bet it’s all gone now.
I worry that I’m losing the capacity for sustained thought, but then I’ve been having that worry for the past twenty years or so.
In his book David Antin told an excellent story of how Herbert Marcuse ended up not teaching at my alma mater, CalArts.
Simply because someone has progressive political views, it does not automatically follow that they will have progressive views about art making or how art functions in society.
If as a student, you work hard, I’m not worried about whether or not you share my opinions or already know a lot; I know you’ll get to something interesting.
Right now, much of the art infrastructure that I knew in my youth is simply not producing much of interest.
Yes, I’m getting old: the cycles of excitement no longer seem unique to me.
The most interesting thing so far in Susan Jacoby’s book is her quick history of the American Lyceum movement, the TED lectures of the late 19th century.
I’m only a third of the way through the book.
I don’t have a business plan, or much of a plan plan for that matter.
I’m getting tired of my office knick-knacks, meaning it may be time for some redecorating.
“Never enough coffee” is not a sentence, unfortunately.
Right now, making art is, for me, like licking the contacts on a nine volt battery: tantalizing, a little painful, always calling me back and yet producing the smallest flop of sickness in my stomach’s pit, a sensation that feels like a warning.
Hey, I know some sexy people.
My back-up camera is nice and does some things very well, but I’ve been spoilt.
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Here we go again…
Please let me track down my camera from wherever it is here in town. Oy.
Tags: camera, dissapointment, lost