Dunno. 4 May 2007
Of course it would only take a few days for me to run out of things to talk about…
I could rant on and on about my new camera, I suppose. The fact that I am greatly enjoying the capabilities of new camera, even just using the kit lens. I am also enjoying the new lens I got for new camera already. More output from camera is forthcoming. (Altho I must also remember not to neglect the Polaroids.) I am somewhat dismayed at the amazing expanding wishlist I’ve already got going. Desire is the source of all suffering. I shall discuss it with the Dalai Lama on Sunday.
Oh, and Naz sorted my velocipede out for me, so I’m riding again after pretty much not for a year or more. I did a good 13 miles down the lakefront yesterday. Rollerbladers are still mostly retarded. How can they be so dumb and still balance on those little wheels? I would think some of them really need all their brainpower to keep breathing. But biking in general is good. I don’t know what I did with my helmet, but I am really, truly, legitimately, medically insured now (really!), so that alone should keep me from any damage. Right?
Um… [awkward silence]
Oh, I know. You kids do that random ten songs thing now don’t you? Ok then. My iPod (“None More Black”) offers the following:
- Hate – Cat Power
- Art Crisis – Bob Mould
- Paper And Iron (Notes And Coins) – XTC
- Haul Away Joe – Leadbelly
- Wreck Of The Tennessee Gravy Train – Uncle Dave Macon
- First Time Ever I Saw Your Face – Johnny Cash
- There’s No Home for You Here – The White Stripes
- The One You Love – Randy Newman
- Strange Loop – Liz Phair
- Sukey Jump (Win’jammer) – Leadbelly
Because you can’t have too much Leadbelly. You just can’t.
In conclusion: let me point out that there’s some fucking weird shit on Getty Images. I was just looking for macro shots of pencils. Geez.
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