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What Do You Have To Say? - Photography: The Best Advice [Aug. 28th, 2007|06:47 pm]
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What's the best advice you've given or gotten for taking good photos?
go to flickr.com/photos/anfractuous and try to bite my style
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because i can't count the readers of this to be amongst them [Mar. 5th, 2005|11:43 am]

if you want in, say hi. there's enough here already for you to catch a clue. otherwise, feck auf.

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i could never be your genius [Mar. 4th, 2005|08:03 pm]
A great crit @ graphic design this morning, though I was so sick I fell asleep in class and a fellow student had to wake me up and usher me into the lecture in lab. more sleeping all day (the doctor says to fully recover from salmonella poisoning, I have to expect extreme lethargy and bedriddance for 5 days) and then to Jeremy Hobbs' opening @ Schneider Gallery. He is such a fantastic artist and his work was incredible. Through swimming sharky waters of socialization I heard that there were 2 other gallery openings tonight that were noteworthy, both in my area. I rode my bike to said openings and they were both infested with Wicker Park glam-hoe-ass art bores. My brain gets bored of trying to have a sensible one-on-one with the artwork when there's some lesbian couple both postured contrapposto to the point of breaking, Old Style in one hand and effete fey hand gesture in other, somehow equating 'art opening' with 'cocktail hour omg work gossip me so cool' time. i remember at the Gursky retrospective @ the Pompidou a French couple thinking I was a piece of shit and yelling something at me in French very curse-ridden because I loved the work so much I was making gleeful whispers and smiling about it to Maren. I hope in the system of checks and balances in life, if people act as effete at art openings in Paris as some do in Chicago, maybe they get slapped a good one. I went to Edmar Market to get tea and fruit and there was a fruit on special. "UGLY-FRUIT $.99 Each" said the sign. I picked a ripe ugly fruit amongst other things and went home. Ugly fruit is possibly (as if you couldn't guess already) one of my favorite fruits I have ever eaten. It is something akin to a miniature grapefruit without the sourness... like a pleasurable mild grapefruit. Quite marvelous. Ugly fruit is the best part of this night. I love my kitty too. Ok that is it. Fuck I'm such a shithead.
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(no subject) [Mar. 4th, 2005|05:14 pm]
quick quick quick, quick quick quick quick....... quick quick quick quick quick......


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(no subject) [Mar. 4th, 2005|04:10 am]
3:52 am. Dru is finally able to digest water.
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(no subject) [Mar. 3rd, 2005|07:01 pm]
I am so horrendously sick I can't fathom it.
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sighs, lies, and poolhall scrapes [Mar. 3rd, 2005|09:14 am]

-Ok. so maybe I don't know you. I talk like a shitting windbag about my life because you know why? even if you never open up to me and tell me what is going on with you, somehow I've given you the offering of you knowing me. You're right. That is really unhealthy and strange behavior. You can make it look anyway you want but you're the one who never tells me anything and leaves me in the dark about you. so do what you will. you will probably do the same routine. as will I. this is called being human mesupposes.

-i have some awful ulcery-feeling pain in my stomach. i keep thinking of lines from richard price's "clockers" where Mookie, the protag, has to compulsively drink Yoo-Hoos to keep his stomach from burning itself up. I'll work on some correlative thoughts and get back to you.

-last night the hell couple reached a violent apex. he kicked in their door and she runs, screaming "DONT!!DONT!!!!" so i called the chi-po's and they come on the scene and he's yelling at his woman "DID YOU CALL THE FUCKING COPS?! I'VE BEEN TO JAIL 4 TIMES AND I'M NOT GOING FOR YOU! WHO THE FUCK CALLED THEM?" so i'm standing int the darkness in my living room, talking to my mom who is berating me about 'its not right to do the right thing sometimes' and sharpening my knives. it quiets down. the guy is an asshole, the cops wanna kick his ass but they came at the right time, before anything got serious and obvious. i have conflicted sleep. less and less I depend on other people. and less and less I feel supported by anyone. i don't know if these are correlated. i always thought people wanted friends and others to support them. i just want some friends who are into what I am into and want to have fun with me.
-last night I went over to Robyn's house and it fine until her friends showed up. a 'conversation' I had with someone consisted of them telling me over and over again how much they don't like new country music, here are the qualifications in my opinion for certain types of music to be classified 'new country', you know it sounds like this and there's no FOLK, no FOLK sound in today's country music, like DYLAN. That kinda stuff. Like this stuff on the radio that's like (sings)'No Shirt No Shoes No Service.' or like Toby Keith or anything else they play on (forgot name of radio station). and then they all went to go outside and smoke cigarettes. and they invited me and thought it was weird that I didn't go with them. fuckers! do you think I want to share in your boring, passe consumption of death stick shitsmoke? the fucking cool kids DON'T SMOKE, yo. that is werd'em the fuck up on that.
I am really really bad at small talk sometimes. its just so much more interesting to observe the matrices of people's opinions, to take them apart and see their petty biases and assumptions that govern their ultimately uninformed actions.


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(no subject) [Mar. 2nd, 2005|10:55 am]
well god bless it. getting laid, getting my refund check, getting my homework done, eating good food, invites to parties, working harder on more homework, kudos for my pompous little installation in the display cases,
sweet. A decidedly O day to counterbalance the decidedly X weekend. Who knows loves, it's only 11am and we have a long day ahead of ourselves.
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(no subject) [Mar. 1st, 2005|01:35 pm]
Today has gotten off to a more even-handed start. (thank god). I'm not about to pass out from anxiety, at the very least. What the fuck do you care.
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(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2005|10:47 pm]
kid red ugly as of late..Collapse )

... I'm quite content because I was able to download both the first Ol' Dirty Bastard and the most recent Blonde Redhead album. Sleep will fill in the rest. Good night. I'm really sorry. Apologetic and literal.
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