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what's going on inside my head?

2010-03-19T09:33:32Z

I was talking When I should have been listening I didn't hear a word that anyone said...--Husker Du. damn this sun and light and all that--feel the need to create, snap, trap images. oh, to have that freedom to just be able to drop everything and run with your inspirations and see them through. but i ain't waxing romantic, i just have some images in my gourd that i need to get out. until then, my attention is not too great--so bear that in mind when you see me, if you see me...and you won't. inside my head+camera. Blackbird, Fly. Konica VX200. if you are at Fotofest, you should see Warren and Laura tonight. you owe it to yourself. wish i was there sweet childs o'mine, i truly do. and Blurfect. still a few available. through me, in Australia through Teeluxe...

signs of lower life forms.

2010-03-17T09:30:07Z

this would be a great time to start praddlin' on about health care bills and obstructionism or people hating on my beloved UK wildcats but you ain't getting to me today. it's st. paddy's day and although my white trash heritage is of the german ilk i am wearing green, spilling shit down my shirt and listening to the Pogues. i'll let the photo speak of my thoughts as to all the important hoohaa of politics, sports and negativity. today, let's just clink a couple glasses. spring snake. Pentax 67. Kodak Tri-X. oh yeah, blurfect was accepted in the No-ISBN show in Wien, Austria. it's also being sold in Australia through Teeluxe.

there is a time to be ballsy.

2010-03-16T07:04:23Z

today' image may seem like i've grabbed the wrong ball. not to worry, just a subtle reminder that after all spring is approaching and so is what was once america's past time (now it's calling the president a socialist) baseball will be back in lexington with the extremely entertaining Legends...i encourage you to make attending a few games a priority...i'm going to this year dammit. but that isn't my point. it's more about the 'balling-up' we need to do this week in terms of getting a health care bill through. now is the time to push hard, hate the haters and do what you were elected to do democrats. the time for worrying about the next election, believe me you ain't gonna win if healthcare is what will make the difference in your election, you have already lost. hey ben chandler, i'm talking to you. so do what is right for a change. sure, i'm disappointed, i wanted more, i wanted a single payer system. i wanted profit centers and insurance companies out of what is a basic human right--that the world's strongest country could and should provide to its citizenry. we can socialize corn growing, mortgage banking and war contracting but we can't allow a poor person to get a check-up without worry of a future of gulags and higher taxes. but once it is passed, then we can get to improving it and making it actually work and getting rid of some of cost problems that hamper actual reform in health care delivery. i thought i was sick of politics under bush, well, i tell you, i am even sicker now of the losers (yes, those on the right you fucking lost, you had your chance at ruining the country, you almost did it) acting like they represent what 'americans' want. no, you really don't. you represent the part of america that doesn't want a black president, doesn't want to pay for anything more than a lottery ticket and a mountain dew and hates itself for allowing itself to become so fucking fucked. why protest health care? really, is it about health care, it can't be. why aren't the teabags marching down Wall Street? if you're so pissed about your finances why not demand financial regulation and reform, why not scream to get back the TARP money? instead it's about a drop in the bucket amount of money (on the grand scale) to help people get insurance to have primary care? really, you think this is 'government takeover of health care'--i hate that framing of the argument by the way, as if the government is some bloated, punch-drunk, hulking entity we should all fear--no, that's rush limbaugh, not the government. so those on the left, no more excuses. grow a pair, show a pair. balls. peewee. Holga. Ilford Delta 400. still some Blurfects left. if you want one, please get yourself one.

sports is nothing if not a struggle.

2010-03-15T13:00:40Z

a couple quick things... spring soccer is on. it's still cold, it's wet and it's windy. but the boys are bringing it anyway...weekend 1 win, 1 loss...all grit playing against kids one full year ahead of them. how about them Cats? seriously...and now let all the haters line up and pick West Virginny to come out of the region...whatever, big east =overrated and no one chokes better than (t)Huggins...you read it here. Duke & Syracuse, won't get to the sweet 16. you better copy my bracket if you want to pay your billz. dirty knee. Olympus E-520. Blurfect,you down?

c-a-t-s...cats, cats, cats.

2010-03-12T09:12:40Z

friday afternoon workday games, t'is the season cupcakes. feign it coming out of both ends and head to your favorite watering hole/large screened house of ill repute and get your CAT on... let's go blue. blurfect, few left...we went to game day. holla

bring the swagger.

2010-03-11T07:46:27Z

ah, yes, the swagger. to me, all the best heroes have it. writers, rockers, athletes, photographers. i like the ones who are in your face, jagger over lennon (no mistake, it rhymes with swagger), hemingway, bukowski and thompson over...well, over anyone. weston, meatyard, eggleston, mapplethorpe...it's in the pictures. i can throw a list of names around and you can google 'em and what will they have in common, they are cock-sure, strong-willed and above all will tell you what they just did to you in case you missed it...and there's probably no more divisive use of swagger than in athletics. there's the camp that likes the humble, hard-working, blue-collar worker who can just get it done. there's the camp that likes the know-it-all, studious, master of the game, unflappable champion. then there's my camp--i likes the shove 'em down, then stand over 'em gloating asshole who is just damned gifted and knows it...and will remind you. you see, my type of guys and gals do not expect to loose. when they show up, they came to rock the muthaeffing party. a bruised shin and gonna keep 'em from medalling. no monitor mix on the stage ain't gonna keep them from sitting the room on fire, no publisher is gonna keep them from scribbling in a notebook the words searing in their heads. now i can go with you that it might take a mix of all types to make a great team, that along with the swagger, you need a pocket or two full of humility in the tough times, lest you loose some of your swag. okay, you can have that thought. but as we in the bluegrass get ready to show the haters that we are back and the elite is again, now and for a minute, elite...don't be afraid to have a little extra something, something in your gait, you are a wildcat...chin up, drag your foot, pop your collar, fling the devil horns. s-to-the-wag-ga. hey, pick up the latest issue of Ace Weekly, that's one of mine on the cover of John Wall doing the Shizz and some words about me all the innards. so yes, i'm gonna swagger as a cover boy shooter. also do not forget cat fans...and photo arty nerds too. limited edition 'we went to game day' photo books will be available as the NCAA tourney begins. only 10 made, real prints, real words, handmade and scribbled on. but you have to contact me for info. if you don't want to go that route, i got an option. pick up one of the few remaining copies of my little photo booklet 'blurfect.' $10. 40 pages. handsomely printed and signed and numbered, edition of 100. watch this and if you like, i'd say, live dangerously and buy the damned thing. what? Blackbird, Fly. Konica VX200-outdated.

monday...sun out, big e in the phones.

2010-03-08T11:46:05Z

i got little to spout off about, Cats won, Big BenB being talked about as a rapist, the volvo blew a head gasket, sold a few more copies of blurfect and been listening to Elvis's soundtrack to Roustbout. oh, and there's work. yes, always with the work. tcb baby. before elvis. Holga.Kodak Plus-x-outtated.

happy flyday.

2010-03-05T07:53:30Z

TGIFF. the extra 'F' stands for what you think it is. how about a friday list of sorts... car trouble, yes, i've got some. Light Leaks magazine. new issue out, has another 'Firefighter Spud' image as above but better and some motivating words from me and a slew of great toy camera hosses. get it if you don't already. quesadillas. i like 'em. thought you should know. high on fire. someone still cares about the metallic side of heaviness. i mean besides me. konica C35 cameras. mini rangefinders...sweet. Mare Vaccaro at institute 193. alex mctigue's handmade zine. maybe you should get off your ass, too. i'm happy just to wait. final home game for my UK wildcats this sunday, i don't like florida...yes, a gator hater. when i pray, which is never, i'm always thankful to whomever that billy (butch patrick) donovan is not my coach. i'm feeling kinda froggy, so if your order up a Blurfect over the weekend--today, tomorrow or sunday, free extra stuff could find its way into the envelope. remember the whole batch is limited to 100. down to about 30 (last count) and makes a great easter basket gift...because it tastes like chocolate. alright i made that up, it tastes like a bunny's rear tastes. like dirt...with a hint of boiled eggs. if you don't order i am going to have to carry a batch over to Morris Book Shop. which isn't a bad thing, just means i'll buy something with money i don't have. and if i'm there then it's 3 guys with one syllable names, like Hap and Wyn and tread. which isn't as sexy as it sounds. Firefighter Spud in the street. Holga. Kodak Porta 400VC.

common sense.

2010-03-02T08:55:38Z

how about our own Senator Jim Bunning? he sho' am something ain't he, what with all his standing on his principles. and by principles i mean obstructionism. now if you have been under a rock the past week or so as the bunning news cycle has gurgled along...wait, let me stop there. it is gurgling along because media outlets continue to pretend the republican party is anything other than a joke, they continue to treat them as if they have credibility in the process of governing the country and refuse to call them on their shit...okay, where was i? oh, yeah, so bunning has notched some infamy for blocking a temporary extension of unemployment and COBRA benefits for out of work 'mericans. extra points for failing to notice that included in that package is legislation to prevent a mandatory pay cut for doctors--and by standing in it's way, he's triggered a 21% fee reduction to doctors seeing Medicare patients starting yesterday. so yeah, in layman's terms, mamaw's doctor is loosing a fifth of his or her reimbursement. now you might think all doctors are filthy rich but dig a little deeper and find out what a family practitioner, you know the good ol' regular doctor makes and then you wonder why docs are saying they don't want to accept Medicare patients anymore, they are loosing money. are the republicans fucking brain dead? don't answer that yet. now for eight years, no wait, for the past nearly 30 years we have decided as a country that we would be better off if we gave all the breaks (and by breaks i mean our money) to the top 1% of this country. they would create all these magical jobs, develop all this technology and generally piss down golden droplets of day jobs and dough on our simple heads. trickle down economics never worked and now more than ever we are seeing the swollen prostate that deregulation and self-policing have wrought. the trickles they ain't trickling. yet, day upon day they trot out on talk radio and fox news and scream about 'real' americans being angry about how big government has gotten. first of all no one has yet proven that smaller government works--sure the notion worked to get us a 9/11, it worked to get us in 2 wars and it worked to take a budget surplus and turn it into the largest budget deficit in history. and we found time to get the bible into everything we do, privacy out of everything we do and we collapsed the mortgage and banking system...yaaay teeny-tiny republican-run government. we sure do miss those salit-days of yore. sure the teabagging right wing are mad, but when you peel that onion these self-loathing morons are mad at themselves--thoroughly pissed--the way we on the left were for 8 years. hey, red, white and blue floppy top hat out-of-work roofer, you are late to festivities even though you planned the party. you gave a big batch of idiot fat-cizzzats the keys to the country, then turned a blind eye, grabbed your flag, gun and scriptures, then pretended that you could afford a half million dollar home on $40K a year, stuck a yellow ribbon on the trunk of your gas-guzzling truck and put your head so far up your ass that by the time you pulled it out a black man had become president...i bet you are angry. you just weren't 'ready' for change. so now it's all bluster and fussing about spending money and taxes and socialism and communism...btw, hey tax rebellers, you are paying less taxes but you seem to always forget that...and old white dude, the government is already running your healthcare...and the republicans are blocking your doctors payments so he's going to drop you...what's that Sen. Bunning...'tough shit.' cool. thomas paine, roll over in that grave, sahn, there is no common sense here. common sense #1. Holga. Kodak Porta 400VC. a few Blurfect booklets left. hurry. Check it.

day dreams about night things...

2010-02-27T09:21:32Z

the week's end. time to stop, if only momentary and do something selfish. got to make time to do that, it's over before you know it. as they say, lie down when you die...today, something...just for you, do that. i am going to try to. and the best way for me to do that is to point a camera at something, fall into that dream as light goes into dark. look, i ain't no damned poet. i'm going shoot something before it shoots me. winter's death. Olumpus. E-520.