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90028's pretty nice! So is 90027! So ... now ... you have no reason not to register and add me me as a friend! GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!!!!!So … I move. Haven’t done that in quite a fucking while. Didn’t want to say anything about my other little milestone. It’s kinda like being an expectant mother and speaking too soon.
Two weeks.
No ciga-fucking-rettes.
Haven’t done that since I started sleeping with my mother.
Kidding.
At least I didn’t link to meat spin, right?
Not even one instance of cheating.
On the cigarettes.
Not the mother-thing.
Add to that I’ve been working the entire time I’ve been moving.
And picking out curtains.
That’s a fucking bitch … let me tell you.
Who the fuck knew.
And … let’s see … my beloved WireImage has now been purchased by the eighty million pound gorilla.
Oh yeah … had a monumental birthday as well.
Oh il mio vitellino … she actually surprised me on my birthday night. That’s a rough task for anyone to undertake with me. I don’t miss much.
And … I was still 30% suspicious … but … she still got me.
Moving was cathartic. I was amazed what I’d amassed. I threw away. I gave away. I sold. I destructed with a sledge hammer. ‘twas fun. I suggest it.
Furniture only, though.
I discovered how valuable my time was to me. The chances when I can actually just chill with my someone on a couch or driving somewhere … I love those. I love the time I get with my daughter. I like having more of it.
Whilst reflecting … I thought about my online activity. A blog. Fucking myspace notes. Emails. Personal and business. FTP’ing. Writing whilst FTP’ing.
I mean … I always hated myspace. The site sucks. It’s ugly. It’s slow. It’s built for aol-idiots with dial-up dialing-up from some fucking holler hoping to hook-up with an underaged girl. Okay, I dunno about that … but … it sucks. And those fucking people with custom fucking backgrounds and a music player and multiple videos and five fucking slideshows.
Even my fast machine on a lightening quick connection … ground to a fucking halt.
Cannot wait to dump the myspace page completely.
Then there’s the fucking fucking blog. Have any idea how many times I’m asked to help Mr. Simpson from Nigeria to get funds out of the country per day? How many people think my dick is limp and need to sell me Cialis? Who thinks I care about a penny stock which is “sure to go big tomorrow”? or … the ever-famous Anatrim ads?
Just because I quit smoking doesn’t mean I’m sitting ‘round eating fucking donuts! Goddamit.
Then there’s the backing up and re-installing new versions of blogging software.
Seriously, fuck this shit.
Because I always wanted a place “like” myspace to blog but found most of it repulsive … I didn’t do it there. I went my own domain-route.
Fuck it.
Too.
Much.
Fucking.
Work.
Sorry B if you’ve googled your dad and found out I talk like the ruffians at your school.
I’m old.
I’m allowed.
And there was this thing … there was my blog … there was my journal here on dA.
It seemed repetitive.
Almost not right.
But it was what it was when it was.
On the crispy lizard I could say and link to anything I wanted – I mean I didn’t espouse Nazi beliefs or anything – and here on dA … let’s just say I could say what I wanted … to a point.
I could link to what I wanted … to a point.
Honestly, I never wanted to be a role model.
I mean … a divorced ex-heroin-addict.
Okay … I never did heroin.
But … role model for fucking-15-year-olds?
Whatever.
Don’t care to be.
I just want to shoot and think and observe and write and share.
And maybe link dickheads or wankerboys to their appropriate definitions for the moment.
But no spinning meat.
As funny as that was.
To me, of course.
To others … not so fucking much.
I mean … I don’t deny the existence of the holocaust … but … linking a funny fucking link … is wrong.
Whatever.
I think that honestly put a bad taste in my mouth.
Not literally, of course.
That’d be gross but if that’s what you’re into … go for it.
Oh yeah … I even wear a selt-belt now.
Dunno why.
No smoking and a seat-fucking-belt.
Who knew.
Perhaps my someone saw a bigger picture.
And perhaps she made me aware of certain things.
Big things.
And perhaps … I thought about things a bit differently.
I don’t live in a cave or a lair any longer – as my friends wives called my place.
We have a grown-up’s house.
Except for my b.
She’s not grown up … just yet … but … she’s doing so well …
And she’s got such a good heart.
Grazie a dio!
So … in the spirit of my consolidation of clicks and time in general … you’ll find my blog posts and journal entries – yeah, the dA-ones – at their new home.
I like the vibe. I like the creatives behind it. They’re far from being Tom’s. I mean … I’m doing this shoot for a foreign edition of Vogue yesterday …
A behind-the-scenes of a very wealthy Italian socialite and fashion designer viewing contemporary art at galleries and museums in Los Angeles …
And one of the sculptors … artists … is someone I know from Uber.
J tells me that petmeds.com just sent her a dog bone for her dog and catnip for the snake with fur.
Ontopic.
It was an odd moment seeing someone I knew online … to meeting them in real life.
They are two separate things.
That’s not to say that I haven’t met amazing people in real life who I first met on this site.
I talk to `red5 often … ~londn … `coxi … ~LASMN … `equivoque … !micdt ... !DorOthY-ShoEs ... `cei- ... maybe not often … but … I’m so happy to have met them … and so many damn others.
Amazing, really.
People in the 1800’s didn’t have this kind of ability to network.
And … I think we’re better for it.
So many people of so many different cultures and mindsets … and they’re all there …
A click away.
I mean … isn’t that what people really want … in the end?
Contact with other humans?
How many happy shut-in’s do you know?
Oh yeah … they have an internet girlfriend they’ve known via chat for 2 months.
Okay.
Enjoy that subscription to some sex site.
Don’t worry …
Though.
I’m not leaving dA.
That said … I probably won’t have the time to be what a lot of people expect …
I’m consolidating.
And …
I’m giving away my new M7.
Um … living in the bucolic suburbs of Los Angeles is much different than being in the dirty-shoed Eastside …
One doesn’t hear gunshots and helicopters.
But … I actually don’t mind helping pick out curtains.
And chairs.
And all sorts of other shit.
On point.
Sorry.
Why am I helping give away a camera I’m pushing some film through onuber and not here? Well … I did that once and got a lot of whiney little notes from whiney-ass sore losers.
And this time it’s a give away or sweepstakes, if you will. No talent. No subjectiveness as to talent or content … just … give away or sweepstakes or whatever attorneys call them to make them legal.
That isn’t to say that I won’t do another …
To showcase talent.
Which I plan on doing.
Talent that I find on uber. Talent I find here.
Talent I find anywhere I find it or am told to look.
I think my lab hates me. They haven’t seen me in about a month.
Moving.
Working.
Traveling.
That and the fact I’m evaluating a new M8 again …
This time I have the IR filters to compensate for some shit…
But, honestly, I used both yesterday, hence the reason I went to the lab to drop-off, and … I love both for what they are.
But … you’ll see a complete review of the M8.
I’ve used her in so many different situations.
Even with flash.
Sorry, Leica-gods.
Leica with flash.
Whatever.
I’m not a hater.
Unless, of course, you’re 626 or 909.
I’m kidding.
Swear.
Looks like the helicopters got calls about the three gunshots I just heard.
My music is loud and reverberating.
And I still heard the fuckers.
Lots and lots and lots of work in the next couple weeks.
I get to come up for air after 5 July.
Then I want to go somewhere.
Dunno where.
But somewhere.
Again, I’m not abandoning dA … you just won’t see me as much as usual.
Which, of late, admittedly, hasn’t been all that much but … for different reasons.
If you’re tired of myspace and the self-fucking-portraits … try uber … it’s myspace but executed better … with a much much heavier creative slant …
Both on the user-side and the people who run it.
I like that.
Anyway … as always … thank you all for the faves, the devwatches, the print sales … the comments …
I may not have responded as much …
But … I did, in fact, read them.
Hope someone from dA wins the M7 … that’d be cool.
And … Aperture … is also helping with my consolidation of clicks …
No more application jumping! In fact, I think I’m ready to be Aperture-only very soon!
It’s amazing.
I think I’ve clicked too much in one sitting …
I’m sure J would love it … if I came out of the studio and sat on the couch with her and ate … peppermint stick ice cream with her.
I know I’ll love it.
Hope this finds you all very very well.
Cheers from the gun-shot-echoing hills of Los Angeles!
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Now that I've started reading, I realize how far behind I am. WTF?
Good news about the cigarettes ... have you cheated yet? Not gonna comment on the mom thing.
Which curtains did you pick out? I'm hoping I'll see pis in future journals of the space.
Sorry about WI. Happy b-day though. Heh. Did you get any cool stuff?
Cathartic ... good word. Fits the situation perfectly. I hear what you're saying about myspace ... but umm... what the hell is wrong with donuts? *eating one as I type this drivel*
Thanks for the Uber link I got from you ... but damn ... I missed the sweepstakes.
Have some ice cream for me, and let's try to get together sometime (if I can ever get out to your coast).
Hug B for me and have a good one my friend.
Always an entertaining read, take care and stay smiling
not very international.
i bet they have a lot of people living in 90210
if you wanted a big leica give away with your name all over it you could have just asked you big sell out.
lol
as if you can't say whatever you want here.
you just like drama like people like watching train wrecks. which is why i guess i like reading and watching you.
-- A
:laughing"