Wednesday, January 31, 2007

GWB was in town today, right near my office...

...first pic is of his motorcade in front of the stock exhange, from the NYT. Second pic is from my phonecam as his motorcade passed by. BTW, that's not my pointer or thumb in the frame.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Me llamo Paco

I bought a flamenco guitar and found a flamenco teacher here in NYC. I've been going nuts watching Google videos of Paco de Lucia and Camaron de la Isla lately...decided I MUST learn to play flamenco. Going to give up the chess lessons, a lost cause for me...I suck so bad.

The guitar is sweet. It buzzes a lot and is loud and bright and sounds like it should when compared to my good classicals...

Sunday, January 21, 2007

...good question

i find something icky about this.
...and holy shit read this one.

Very sweet little story...

...about a kid saying goodbye to Christmas trees. I found the site via Alec Soth's blog, one of the consistently most interesting blogs I read.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Logan and Betsy's new son!

Charles Logan Thomison

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Good blurb by David Byrne...

...particularly the second part about photojournalism and aesthetics.


A bunch of Andrea's classmates came over last night. Lots of good food and fun...

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Just found this, so funny

...its Betsy all hammered from like a year ago when we all had gone out. I'm sure she'll appreciate it.

click to listen...

before and after...

...i cleaned the sensor on my camera. look it how much crap was on it.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Good International Action on the site lately...

...including a few from Turkey.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

dad's edit

of one of mine from the lake..pretty cool, huh? he's good this guy.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Gray Day

...wasn't too bad though. We drove to Lake Wawayanda in NJ. It was foggy, kinda cool.

Happy New Year.

I had a vivid memory while lying in bed this morning. Outside of our window there was a car with bass-heavy music playing. The windows were closed, so you could only hear the thump...thump...thump. With my head under my pillow it sounded like windshield wipers in a car, and I had this sort of deja vu/flashback of being a young kid alone in my dad's Dodge van with the engine running while he jumped out to buy a pack of cigarettes. The stickiness of the plastic seats in the moist air, the smell of my father mixed with cigarettes mixed with the faint smell of engine oil and the sound of rain on the windshield and the slow thump...thump...thump of the wipers.

It was very powerful and not strange at all. I could totally smell and hear it.

Also, I read a very funny sentence (it was about poetic technique, for what its worth): If someone’s chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don’t turn around and shout, "Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep."

It was quoted here.