TV Room

Townes Van Zandt – Dead Flowers

The Head and the Heart – Down In The Valley

“With A Donut In Each Hand…”

Cody is presently going up against Kristen for most featured face on Nikkormagic. I like to compare the “rivalry” to Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin hosting Saturday Night Live the most times. The main difference is that with one of these rivalries I’m probably one of three people in the world who knows or cares that it exists and the other one is, of course, between Kristen and Cody on my blog. (bah-dump.)

Mark Ronson & The Business Intl – Bang Bang Bang
Mark Ronson featuring Lily Allen – Oh My God ft. Lily Allen

“How Am I Not Myself?”

Redbone – Come and Get Your Love
Chromeo – Night by Night (Siriusmo Remix)
The Replacements – September Gurls

Self-Portrait Project

It’s not a state secret that I’ve been having trouble coming up with new negatives for this blog. I’m not going to blame anything in particular for my lack of inspiration – after all, inspirations is inspirations and that’s all there is to it. Who knows from whence they come.

I didn’t have anyone to take pictures of I spent a whole roll on myself.

Simon & Garfunkel – Cecilia

William in Inner Richmond

Self-portraits are always tricky. Most of the time I’m just guessing with the focus and other times I can pick a spot to focus back to, which is a reliably un-reliable method so I wind up just guessing.

These were taken on a somewhat tough day for me, so I decided to get pics. Vanity aside, photos of happy things are boring. I had a look at the “The 45 Most Powerful Images Of 2011″ the other day and I’ll save you a click, they’re not a cheery bunch. Even the photos of good stuff are a little morbid at their core.

This day, a couple of bad breaks and some bad luck on the part of some friends of mine had me feeling a little down and out. Naturally I went on a bike ride to try and shake it off, which brought me to a couple of places that I reliably gravitate towards when I’m in that kind of mood. One is a place with a lot of memories and the other is the ocean. I’m a firm believer in time travel, not in the literal sense but in the mental sense, which is at least as powerful and doesn’t stir up any nasty causality issues.

Being somewhere that held significance at one time means that you’ve got three out of the four dimensions that humans understand in common with your former self. As they say, three out four? That ain’t bad… (Nobody says that.)

“I’m pegging the number at five. Two are obvious, two I’d like you to guess and one is, somehow, Lil John.”

Cody and I at Steiner between Oak and Fell

Cody and I, up before the sun. With the help of a timed exposure and a small book to prop up the camera (books, good for something finally, am I right?) we were able to give the scene the appearance of having quite a bit more light than there was.

Today I woke up pleasantly surprised that it was only noon. The clock on my wall across the room is set an hour fast since I haven’t bothered to reset it since Daylight Savings Time ended a month or so ago so I was especially proud of myself since I had actually woken up by eleven, which is still technically morning. Good day. Regretfully the illusion didn’t last. When I wiped the sleep from my eyes and afforded myself a closer look it turned out that the clock was actually reading four o’clock in the afternoon, which is to say that I had really “only” slept in until three in the afternoon, which doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.