don't post don't post don't post and then WHAM three in one day. that's just how i roll.
and voila, the awe inspiring grainy vividness of the chaika-3. i don't know why the photo place decided to process each individual half frame as a single photo, but ain't no thing.
it's sumner's voice. he's obviously trying to find his true sound here, making the shift from the monotone, curtis-esque to developing the voice that for me best symbolises the capitalist, happy-go-lucky pop of the 1980s. they all had something like it, didn't they, that smooth voice that brings to mind shaved chests, spiky blonde hair and over sized leather jackets with the collars up.
p.s. actually, it was already going wrong in temptation. i just wanted to get a dig in about his cracking voice.
that is what i have literally done, though perhaps a touch prematurely. i have less than 5,000 words left to write.
the excitement - somehow i feel free again even though i'm not done - has led to not doing to much (hanging garlands bought for wedding that i had no opportunity to use, due to wedding celebrations being hijacked from garden party to sit down lunch), including that last five fucking thousand words. apart from take pictures with, and of, my new (old) cameras, which are so beautiful i want them grafted to my person as permanent accessories.
drumroll...
beautiful packaging, hot camera. in awe and respect of the booklet and box my nails have turned the exact shade of deep aqua blue.
i'm picking up the first roll of film today, so it might actually be full of light leeks and what not, which at the moment i'd be totally fine with, happy enough to enjoy the camera as an inoperable object than an actual photo apparatus.
the olympus pen ee 3 takes half frame photos as well, and these are from the first roll from that camera:
sorry for all the photos.
once upon a time some folks in government or at least some little influence with philanthropic leanings and a desire to help the poor, slum dwelling working-class decided that a city could only be so big. people who agreed with them then saw that the big cities were already TOO BIG in terms of population and so decided to kick out a good few thousand people to towns that would be built from scratch just slightly too far away from the mother city to bother it much. the people who were being decanted would never know they were being forced because they were lured by gleaming new houses with internal toilets.
the people in charge of the new towns lived and worked in fortresses and were given amazing amounts of clout and wealth, like an non-familial monarchy of their own dominion. these designers were so powerful they were allowed to spend even more of the governments money experimenting with layouts and road systems. this would go on for years, but be allowed, and all the while they were still being paid, and the town they built was not the fantastically different town they promised, though because of the money and time everyone agreed to spend, and spent, nobody wishes to mention it, for fear of having their heads chopped off.
the end.
great slideshow at the new york times website about different concepts for the guggenheim museum. the pink/red ones are especially fetching.
being stuck at a desk for most of the hours in a day is not helping my bank account. i suppose buying crap on the internet is procrastination. so far i've picked up a jacket, a skirt, a book that does not have any direct relevance to the thesis, and some make-up. further, i, who haven't owned a piece of designer anything, ever, have developed an obsession with extremely expensive boots. not that i've gotten round to purchasing any. they cost about two weeks' pay.
to combat the urge to spend money on nonsensical shoes and clothes, when there are piles of the like everywhere in the house as it is, spending time considering more productive purchases provides a greater sense of time less badly spent, if not time well spent. i've considered joining the swarms of elite yet everyman gocco printmakers, though at any other time gocco is just a lazy and expensive way to screen print.
back to the fashion bit, there are an amazing amount of fashion blogs out there. where do they come from? more importantly, where does their money come from? for example, there is 'bleed for fashion', to which i won't provide the link cause burning anyone isn't the intention. the outfits the author shows are never worth less than (i'm guessing) about $2000, and she often updates with new purchases. then there is sea of shoes. you'll find that this little blogger is the maybe daughter of karl lagerfeld but at seventeen the author has a wardrobe worth more than my house, my posessions, my organs, and my dignity. it's fascinating.
i think i'd better go write more thesis instead of finding new outlets for procrastination.
...though i have bought one of the most amazing cameras, ever... 
a half frame camera! productive waste of time and money? i think so.
next, the agat 18...
only yesterday did i finally remember to transfer the photos from our swine flu trip to the computer.
our "honeymoon", which consisted of two nights at a motel with my parents, was spent in montauk. we arrived quite late after forgetting how to get to the motel once in tiny montauk, but on waking in the morning we were greeted by a glorious day that almost promised sunbathing and ocean dipping. 
and an hour later
but later it reverted back to the first picture so ain't no thing. it was actually warmer in scotland than new york while we were away. of course.
as the third month is rapidly approaching (gosh, where did the first two go?), the 8 March seems very apt. i was looking for some inspiration to (maybe) make one or two cards for those who pay attention to the day, and oh how the cards have developed. i was looking for right on cards like this, and these
but ended up finding mostly cards like these. what happened? from rebellion against being a scullery maid to cute cakes, lovely flowers and little animals/cheburashki?
