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A Small Change

Or a shift in content, if you will. Maybe you already know that I operate two “blogs”; one that is more of a traditional blog where I recount discoveries/events/reflections and the other, a “tumblr” where I simply collect and post things I find along my internet travels- a way to keep my mind from getting so cluttered with all the visually endearing things I come across.  I’ve been struggling to define the difference between the two. The line needs to be drawn somewhere, but exactly what belongs where has always seemed a bit grey and inconcrete.

This blog, from now on, will remain pretty much the same- with the addition of shorter posts of personally generated content (photos that I’d take digitally and merely post without a caption on the other page will now find a home here). The tumblr will now function purely as a sort of inspiration wall- an electronic collage of things generated outside of myself. Feel free to pay a visit; I think it’s a lot easer to make your way through when you’re feeling inattentive and short on focus.

I know there aren’t many of you out there, but hopefully you’re enjoying the time you spend in this little nook of the internet.


Neither better nor worse, just different.

I have spent the last week living by myself again, as Matt is in Las Vegas for a SEMA convention. It feels, in many ways, like the time I lived in that place (above), alone…left to my own devices. More creative, more driven, focused and yes- quite lonely and cut off. But there is a different vitality to it that I’m hoping to carry with me when he returns- my individuality that has, in a way, been rekindled. Though I know it never left.

Learning To Weld

An update cop-out, perhaps. But I wanted to post a little bit about my first welding experience. One Saturday, not too long ago, I loaded up my bike as Matt headed off to the shop. I had every intention of making my way back in to town (a 30 or so mile ride, avoiding the main highway) but ended up stranded at the shop after encountering an impassible gravel road. I spent a bit of time helping out with various small bug-related projects, until finally I think Matt got frustrated with me being at his heels, looking for things to do, and offered to teach me to weld. He was very straigh-forward and let me loose on a bin full of odds and ends left over from past projects.

I came out of the afternoon with a new number for our apartment, seeing as though it had come to us without. The ‘post-it note’ with a number in pen was getting a bit old.

(Jacket, helmet, and gloves were borrowed, and thus quite large. I will say I was very afraid of flying berries burning me the first few times.)

(Please excuse the cobwebs.)

“Good times.”


It’s time to celebrate. Can you tell? I’m enthused.

(Myself, on the knees of an uncle, Minneapolis MN, Christmas 1984.)

After years of struggles I’ll never be able to put words to, I’ve achieved that pesky little goal of graduating. I can’t say it feels huge/climactic/surreal, because it doesn’t. To those that have supported me (directly and indirectly), you have my deepest grattitude. You’ll never know what you’re constant badgering has meant to me.

So I’ve been busy?

Sorry little blog and all two of you that stop by. Life lately has taken a turn for the fiercely obligated. I, quite honestly don’t mind. It keeps things clickin’ along at a steady pace, while making sure I’m not stuck on the fact that I have yet to graduated

Yes, I just admitted to the entire universe (all two of you) that I will again, not be graduating. It would seem that I am, in fact, not superhuman and cannot pull off 21 credits in one term, no matter how deeply I so desire to graduate. So, it looks like I’ll have yet another summer of one class here and one class there (as the University has a very terrible habit of either not scheduling the courses I need in the same session, or scheduling the both of them at the same time). I may attempt to get a job without a diploma, I may not. Right now, the main event, center stage, are the two finals I have yet to take this coming Thursday and Friday morning. I shall be cramming relentlessly until then, but I figured taking a wee break was completely acceptable, as I have left this space neglected for many a week.

Recent events in the life of me:

We moved back to the downtown area and have been absolutely thrilled with our new digs/location/view/the overall amount of daylight we get as long as there is sun in the sky. Coming from a dungeon up on Witham Hill (with lots of amenities, mind you) and settling in to this place has been no easy task, but it has been a breath of fresh air. We finally moved the last of our things the weekend before last and realized just how much junk we own and how much we needed to get rid of/stash hurriedly in a closet before my parents and grandparents arrived a few days later:

(There are four- count em four- bikes in that room. I no longer have a desk, but instead a card table.)

Oh yes, the view:

(A not so glorious polaroid looking out one of our livingroom windows.)

What you can’t see, off to the right, is Mary’s Peak (on a clear day), or directly straight out and at the end of the block, the train (I love the train). People walk by all day, and I just sit at our little table, do my work, and watch the world go by.

I’ve been taking quite a few photos and not really keeping the best of track for my “Photo a day” project”, but I still have a pretty good idea of what was taken on a specific date. I recently processed and printed three rolls (one from my poor Olympus Pen that fell out of a very ill-designed purse and busted on the concrete).

(Our livingroom pre-furniture.)

(I am perhaps inapproprietly obsessed with shadows and sunspots.)

(See, more sunspots.)

(There are very few photographs that really do an awesome job of capturing the character of the person they depict. This one came out startlingly well…)

I even got the first roll back from that $9 Canon FT QL I rescued from Goodwill. I’m actually quite impressed; there’s a distinctly different quality to the images it produces- unlike anything else I own in that category (70’s-80’s metal body SLR; think ’72 Nikon F2 or ’82 Olympus OM10). I don’t have the “other side” of this photo, but it’s aptly titled Canon vs. Canon (my old FT against Matt’s newer Rebel something something).

And finally:

We went to see Flight of the Conchords! Hooray! The show itself was fantastic and awesome and everything we could never have dreamed. However, there was a pesky little statement on the tickets about not taking any photographs. And I, loving all of my cameras dearly and never wanting to be parted from any of them, decided it was best to just leave the two I’d brought in the car. Of course folks were snapping flash photos all evening long, but I felt good about the fact that I’d obeyed the rules. (Really? No, I wished that I smuggled a flash camera in. ) So all we’ve got as souveniers are our ticked stubs (misplaced in the move, like many other things) and this photograph taken before we walked over to the concert hall. We’re poor; we collect memories and not possessions. (Though looking at our clutered apartment, you’d call me a liar.)

That’s all folks!

(But to tide you over until I’m free again, for those of you who did watch Saved by the Bell and can hold back your Jimmy Fallon-induced retching/convulsing for a few minutes, enjoy this little vid of what happens when he ends up mighty confused as none other than the Zack Morris himself shows up for Mark Paul Gosselar’s scheduled appearance on whatever late-night show Fallon is currently running into the ground.)

Neon Cupcakes / Our New Place

A friend of ours defended his Master Thesis this past Friday. It was our first Friday in our new place, and as such we had boxes of some things strewn about, but didn’t seem to have any of the right things- including furniture. So I made neon cupcakes, which were quickly smashed, messed all over, an had their staining properties discovered. Even Rockydog got in on some of the action- a rarity in this household.

Things get serious when ‘pie’ (or chit) is involved.

Back from hiatus! Sort of…

Olympus Pen came in the mail today, along with my copy of MADE YOU LOOK! I’ll have more details soon. Also, the Canon FT QL I scooped up (nay, rescued) from Goodwill for ten bucks. AND some of the first shots from my new SX-70. All, soon, very soon. Patience is a virtue? I’m off to make stir fry and play the copy of Zeppelin III we found at the beach (not on the beach, oddly enough) in preperation for tomorrow’s Stairway show. Be there or be square.