I have healthy retinas

Found in a notebook, from last fall, in my handwriting

(mildly edited to soothe a tic)

...for the ghost of old trouble to creep up on me. the gravity of your home town. a couple more days and things might have gotten a little awkward. still, i got some good work done...honest work...

...somewhere over america i become devastatingly depressed. self loathing. the whole deal. feeling like i deserve to be ruined. in salt lake the people stand on the moving walkway like they're display models. pardon me. i only got on because my knee is injured, but still here i am limping through a salmon ladder of the obese. i put my headphones on, decide to drown my depression in fast food. printed on my receipt: "Jesus!"

homogenized faces. white bellies. i want to (edited) their way of life. i say a word out loud - "mormons". yeah, that's right, everybody look at the crazy guy.

(next page)

hey there,

found this in a box of old film and got a little sappy.

take care,

-D.

Hades

(Found in a hotel garbage can)

This is the beginning of a series of photographs about my sexuality

Yes, I'm joking. It's actually a custom white balance test (it did work, but then I warmed it up). The hat? I'm going to Mexico in a couple weeks, and am going to use it to "blend in with the inhabitants". Apparently we're staying at some kind of tourist Death Star (for a wedding) that has liquor taps in the rooms, so I've opted to look as sleazy and obvious as possible. Hm. I need a monocle.

We're almost out of nitric acid

Regarding Ryan

A couple years ago I started receiving postcards from the hard-working artist Ryan Wilson Paulsen - it was a mail-based project he was (Is? I still get things from time to time.) doing and I somehow got on the list. I was really depressed at the time - my Grandmother was dying at our house, so I spent Christmas break watching her go in and out of consciousness and then finally pass away. I was taking pictures on fairly desolate section of Lake Erie coast the moment she died.


When I began getting the postcards I tried to make thoughtful responses out of them but ended up generating little rectangles of bipolar communication instead; some of them are "remixes" of his cards and some of them are whatever was currently on my mind. Anyway, I just came across the "Ryan" folder and thought I'd put my side (well, some of them) of the exchange for humanity's amusement:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/26251501@N08/sets/72157604955409248/

Oh, and this letter.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/26251501@N08/2476524913/sizes/o/in/set-72157604955409248/

I am still using the keyboard missing the CAPSLOCK key.

Digital Land

First vaguely okay shot from the D300 (yeah it's the dog shut up) - I've had it about four hours and am still fumbling my way through its menu, trying to get its bra off. Still, I'm looking forward to adding it to my toolbox and am glad to stop shopping for digital cameras and actually use one.

work in progress

I'm working on a series based on "gathered paper" - in this case, a caption on the back of a photograph of a woman being executed (found in a thrift store with about eight other ones). Other potential items are things found on the ground, in garbage cans, and from other people's collections. I'm not sure if this is the final presentation for this image (currently a 40-inch carbon ink print). I'm still in the early stages of deciding what to do.

Alan's Chair

Dog Worship

Telephotography

From the rainy season

More Backlog

http://mindlessdocumentation.com/ds.html

Unwelcome

Backlog

Robot Days

i awake with a purpose.

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ok i need help

"What can I do for you?"

i need fine instruments for penciling and inking

"You want to draw in pencil and ink over them."

yes

are mechanical ones the best

"They'll give you a fine and consistent point."

ok what are these designations

"This is the hardness, and this is the diameter of the lead."

ok thank you
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i get home and examine the contents of the bag. though the pencil has an intensely satisfying feel to it, i can't escape the thought that i have once again purchased tools that surpass necessity, my actual abilities.