Man, the obsession is definitely over. At the beginning of the summer I told myself that I would obsess over taking pictures everyday and regular LJ entries in order to be disciplined about it. Well, it lasted a couple of months but I'm going on the record and saying that it has come to a flaming end. I don't know what happened but I lost any interest in taking pictures for about two weeks. Lost interest? More like violent aversion. For some reason photography was the artistic equivalent of a 3lb. block of cheese in my lactose intolerant diet. I kinda broke out of it this weekend and shot a couple hundred pictures. And now I'm posting. I'm just having breakthrough after freaking breakthrough.
The last two weeks consisted of:
1. Surfing as much as possible.
2. Friend's bachelor party. Smoked my first cigar. Literally. It's not a euphemism. I didn't care for it. Played all-terrain croquet. Got smashed.
3. Built to Spill and On The Speakers.
4. Liz Phair and The Cardigans.
5. Easterly and Meow Meow.
6. Bourne Supremacy.
7. Made a diorama for a friend's gallery. The piece is called Operation Enduring Commerce: Barbie's Dream Tank.
8. Finished sketchbook project.
9. Almost completed 'zine layout. Waiting for illustrations.
10. Lots of experiments for memory project including building first shadowbox.
11. Tracked down a big check that Sony sent to the wrong address in March.
12. Back on Unemployment. Fuck yeah.
13. Asked one of my teachers out and she very politely and tactfully declined. I was probably a dumbass for even going there but I never claimed to possess smarts.
14. Outfoxed.
15. Built shelving for studio.
16. Tons of other fabulous crap, I'm sure.
Last pictures before crapping out. I really like 08.02.04.
08.06.04
08.05.04
08.04.04
08.03.04
08.02.04
08.01.04
07.31.04
07.30.04
07.29.04
07.28.04
07.27.04
No mas. Adios.