Video still from an ad for the Anarchist Bookfair. The FoxNews logo gets exploded and replaced by the
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This might be the last pictorial entry that I'll be able to do for a while. I'm going on the road, and I won't be able to upload photos to the blog, although I'm considering some work-arounds. Stay tuned, brucine-ariños.
Mary brought home this nice jade-glass vase with Lillies of the Valley last night. For the New Year. And any still life is enhanced by the presence of Ray.
Nessie & I interviewed Jean Pauline on Saturday.
Here's a still from the video. We're trying to lash together an ad spot for the Anarchist Bookfair, coming sometime in March.
Nessie & I got a start on the Anarchaeology project yesterday, shooting some video of Jean I Don't Know Her Last Name in the garden behind her house in Oakland. We got some good footage, and i'm pleased with the sound quality. That Jean has a lot to say, and I'm glad that people will be able to hear her.
Nessie doesn't want his visage to be shown on the video, so I processed him out with a big fuzzy blue dot. And I heliumed up his voice, too
From the Department of Confusing Commercial Utterances.
Yesterday, I finally got myself hooked up to DSL. In the box with the modem and the disk, Earthlink included a bunch of ads for additional products and services.
This one, for a wireless router, featured photos of a very fairskinned family, all enjoying wireless computing in different venues about the home.
It's Dad that's bothering me. Check his hair, that swirled pompadour action there. Where have I seen that before? DC Comics, that's where.
Dad here is obviously a middle-aged version of the Man of Steel, and oh, look, Superman's got WiFi, and a cordless phone! Now, isn't that nice!
This is a wall facing a parking lot. It looks like the paint was applied with a brush or maybe a spraycan on the end of a long, flexible stick.
I'm not saying it's good; I'm not saying it's bad. I'm just saying that somebody went to an awful lot of trouble to put this piece up.
Today's theme is surveillance. It started with an email from nessie outlining all the evil privacy issues that come unannounced and unbidden with your free gmail account.
Later, I ran into our mutual friend Doc at Bevmo. I took a picture of him while he was waiting in the checkout line.
One of the checkers saw me do this and told me, "I don't think you're allowed to shoot that in here," so I put my camera away. After a minute, the checker asked me what I was doing, still hanging around there. I told him I was waiting for my friend to check out.
Would he like me to wait outside?
"No, I guess that's alright. Sir."
I don't know. It's not as if they're not videoing everybody who enters their store. Very discreet, tiny cameras, but they're there, if you bother to look for them, which is what I was doing while I waited for Doc to check out.
As a younger man, I would have raised a stink about all this. It would have taken the form of going around ostentatiously photographing all their surveillance equipment until they called security and had me removed. But, Christ, the checker was probably just having a bad day and wanted to rag on somebody. I mean, he's probably making $5 a day waiting on alcoholics and, truth be told, I'm one of them, and I'd rather not get 86'd from the store.
Buh.
Hello, hello, hello. Alright. I made covers for the DVD of "A Tour of Bruce's Colon" yesterday.
Manilla filefolders painted acrylic brown, entrapping handcut snowflakes, just like in kindergarten, each one different. Like Hillel's Moral ABC. All one! All one!
Department of revolting commercial utterances.
This is a box of little cookies or crackers, I guess. From the new Korean market on 14th St. Where Eugene's used to be.
Oh, ugh.
