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maeghan's bday

So these are the only good pictures I got the night we all gathered at blue note for my friend maeghan’s birthday… unfortunately, none of them are of her. Oh well, maybe next year.

Posted on 2012-10-02T23:03:20Z GMT

So yeah, just a quick post… been watching the lightning out on the porch with Sophia. Really spectacular storms. I have about a bazillion photos in the backlog to post as well, but this was really too good not to share.

Posted on 2012-09-27T04:32:38Z GMT

Smash's B-day

It’s been a while coming, but here are the photos of Ash’s birthday, which was the ~~excuse~~ reason I went out there anyway. That and I really wanted to get out of OKC for a bit. It was a fun night, that started with food trucks and ran on through several bars, and ended with me getting poisoned. Or something. I wasn’t that drunk, and I work up with the worst possible hangover. As in I was suffering all day, worse than any other hangover I’ve ever had. Got up at noon, and drove home. Had to dose myself with coffee and coconut water and a bagel to get moving. It was a pretty drive, as drives in the American west usually are. Not nearly as nice as getting home to my bed, though.

Posted on 2012-09-11T03:06:36Z GMT

in which I get lost in downtown LA

Thursday was a down day for the most part. I chilled, I read, I fixed a toilet, napped. A vaca from the vacation. but, because I can’t seem to sit still, even for one day, I started surfing art gallery web sites, and I found out that one of the big ones, MOCA, was open till 8 and after 5 was free. Ash, my host, didn’t want to go, so I hopped in my car and drove there myself, a feat that I would have been completely unable to do sans phone. Parked downtown several blocks away from the museum, and proceeded to get lost. I would have been fine if downtown LA had one street level, but of course it doesn’t. Anyway, I had a nice time being lost. Like always. I took out my camera, and found some pictures. These are part of a larger body of work, or may be… I’m trying to from an idea around the scale of cities, the perspective that that scale involves. I’m being elliptical because I’m not sure what I’m talking about. The idea isn’t complete, and it wouldn’t be interesting if it was. MOCA was freaking amazing. I’m not going to post any of the photos I took inside, because this isn’t an art history blog. I was stoked to see “John Baldessari”:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eU7V4GyEuXA, Robert Irwin, and a bunch of others. I was surprised at the power of the Rothko; given a whole day, I would have sat on the bench and stared for hours. There were some Arbus prints, around a corner, badly lit, and really truly unimpressive. Really let the air out of that legend for me. Anyway, after that there wasn’t much to do but drive home.

Posted on 2012-08-07T05:05:43Z GMT

4th

So, I got there, and there was much rejoicing and not a little drinking. There was a bartender who gave me a shot that would have killed a lesser man. Me? I was fine. Totally all right, except for the stumbling. Then came the fourth, wherein all of our plans went awry. Plans are usually lists of things that don’t happen, in my reckoning, but I’ve never had quite so many fall through so completely. We were going to go to a beach somewhere for fireworks, but then there was hella traffic, so that turned us back. Then there was maybe a car show, but that was $20 to get in, and the booze wasn’t included. Finally, we said fuck it and went to a parking garage, where we actually got to see several shows, all round the valley we were in (I don’t know if it was the valley or not). There was beer and little caesars and another bar. A great deal of driving in the least traffic I saw while I was out there. Good times.