Justaphone

The Blackberry has been dying a slow, painful death. It started having symptoms with handling data, crashing every time I connected to the Internet. I dropped the data package, and the phone retaliated by crashing during phone calls. Static, humming, then nothing. A battery re-boot wouldn’t even restore it; the only thing that would revive it was plugging it back into the wall charger. Which is a pain in the ass when you’re in your car where there’s no wall, no outlet, and no charger. Kinda defeats the purpose of having a mobile phone. Since it began to do this with every call, I took it to AT&T yesterday and confirmed that it was, indeed, terminal. Poor thing – it never even had a chance. Two years of faithful service ended in an ignonimous death.

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Miner’s Bean Kettle

I don’t remember really reading what was painted on the front of the little shack when I photographed it. M had pulled off because I saw green doors in an old stone building and I wanted to shoot it. We were driving from Yosemite to San Jose to return the rental car and hop a train to Emeryville, and thankfully had built in some “hey, pull over, there’s an image there” time. I made several exposures of the doors, and then spotted the shack. Popped off a few shots of it, too, while balancing on the edge of the road trying to avoid other rental cars zooming by.

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Before and After

Some people probably wonder how I can spend so much time playing around in Photoshop. It’s pretty easy to lose myself for hours on end, especially when I don’t have the specter of grad school peeking over my shoulder, whispering, “You should be working on your mid-term, asshole.” I’m very much looking forward to regaining my usual Photoshop hours, in case you didn’t know.

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Old Pass Gallery

Buildings are interesting to me, because of their inherent human qualities. Structures, after all, would not exist without human creativity, design, and construction. They wouldn’t change over the years and take on new meanings and uses. Buildings stir the imagination.

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My secret ambition

What I haven’t told anyone, even M, is that I’m only going to grad school so I can become a Trainmaster. I don’t know what a Trainmaster does, but it’s a cool title, it comes with a reserved parking space, and apparently earns enough for a bitchin’ bike.

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