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Engineer that. Flavors. Let me feed y’all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y’all. With real talk, vivid colors and excellence, Mook-Life Darts are once again thrown at you with the same trajectory of the bullet that killed John F Kennedy.


For those that are still wondering what we mean when we’re talking about them darts, let me refresh your dome for a hot minute one time. As much as darts may appear through a lyrical medium, we refer our darts to the pics of inappropriate subject matters we post and all the real talk we generate for each topic we touch and clutch. Feel me, Mook-Life gon’ massage your brain with slang, that’s cane. We provide rich paragraphs.

Um... What the heck, Flickr? You've changed AGAIN??? At this point I've no idea whether I like or will dislike the changes made, but I must say I am irked by the fact you're ALWAYS changing. Seriously, what the heck? No time to find out, guess it'll have to wait til later.


Update: Well, so far so good with Flickr - that is to say, I've roamed around for a few minutes and I LIKE it here. The white type that killed my eyes is GONE. Yay! And you can now write again using paragraphs [HUGE plus for moi!]. Adding photographs to groups is a breeze now, one click and you're in. That's nice. This newer version looks pretty good to me. Still irked Flickr is ALWAYS changing. Believe me, I understand progression, but come on, Flickr changes its format far too often for this. I hope it stays this way for a good, long while. :)


By the way, HFF! :)

With Twain's Very Special Guest:

Charly Keating !


Twain: Welcome

Charly: First. If I may.

Twain: Yes ?

Charly: I'd like to thank all the wonderful photo artists who support me and love me and surround me with their light and hugs .. and ...

Twain: ....[sighs]

Twain: ...yes, yes, yes .....

Twain: I'm sure you do ...

Charly: HMPH! You can be so rude !

Charly: I am being sincere ....

Twain: I am sure you are ... but this is only a twenty minute show .....

Twain: Now. May we talk about Landscapes and Textures ?

Charly: I suppose ....

Twain: ... and just how many men have had a gander at your model legs lately .. ?

Charly: What ?!!!

Charly: [pulls down hard on her long woolen skirt]

Charly: I'll have you know that only one man has had a 'gander' at these legs .. and I'm very picky . and it's none of your business ! ....

Twain: ... right .. right ... the, um, ... 'Elder' thing ...

Charly: [blushes and nods]

Twain: Tell me now ... as far as Textures go .. I would think that for a great texture .. back in the 1950's .. Dutch Boy paint would have had the best 'tack' or stickiness for application use.

Charly: [nods] Yes. Back in the day. Certainly not now.

Charly: Personally my go to paint of choice is Behr paints.

Twain: Hm ? [begins to write down furiously]

Charly: Yes. Behr has just the right amount of tact and colour that a true artist needs for a texture of high quality.

Charly: They still use high grade pigment in their products

Twain: ..... although Behr is quite expensive .. is it not ?

Twain: Sixty to Eighty per quart ?

Charly: Well .. if you want to be an artist .....

Twain: Hm .. yes .... your water scapes are amazing ...

Charly: I think you meant to say my Landscapes .....

Twain: [shakes his head no]

Twain: I think that all of you are under a huge misnomer

Twain: How can you possibly call them 'Landscapes' when seventy percent of the photo is of water ?

Twain: Where oh where is the land ?!

Twain: Many a time little Skippy shouts 'SHIP' .. how is that possible if it is on 'land' ?

Charly: Well .. I .....

Twain: [Takes out his new Bento Pipe Model and begins to puff on it]

Twain: You are not at fault here

Twain: I will take it up with the powers that be and have a little sit down chit - chat ... fix this mistake in no time flat !

Charly: [adjusts her skirt]

Charly: I'd leave things well enough alone if I were you .....

Twain: Impossible !

Charly: [Looks at the new upload]

Charly: This looks like one of your older works

Twain: [nods and sighs]

Twain: Yes. It is. I've been very ill in real life .. fever the whole bit

Charly: Yes. I've noticed you have not been awarding your regulars .. except for me

Twain: Hm .. true.

Charly: A lot of yellow ....

Twain: Yes ... and it's not Behr

Charly: How do you expect it to be received ?

Twain: [ponders for a moment]

Twain: Most likely tank in the ratings ....

Charly: [nods]

Charly: Maybe if I flashed my model legs it could help ... ?

Twain: [shakes his head no]

Twain: Let it stand or sink on its own merit or lack there of

Twain: Now .. where do you come up with your inspirations for your 'waterscapes' ?

Charly: [sighs] My Landscapes?

Charly: I go from one sim to another and I look and look ... it's very difficult ...

Twain: Don't you just point your camera up into the sky, like Sandi Benelli does, ...

Twain: Take the raw shot and post it .. and get all those easy favs and awards ?

Charly: Nooooooo !!

Twain: [whispers to Charly]

Twain: I tried to 'friend' Sandi in SL once and she refused me ! Twain: She said I was too 'common place'

Charly: I don't believe you .. Sandi is not like that at all !

Twain: [takes a long draw on his Bento Pipe]

Twain: HMPH !

Charly: You don't know the first thing of how a real texture Artist works and I don't have time to explain it here !

Twain: You're right of course.

Twain: We've run out of script

Twain: People stopped reading about three paragraphs ago ......

Charly: .... that's because you are so rude to your guests !

Twain: ......that could be a minor factor ..... I'll check that out during 'sweeps week' ...

Charly: I'd like to once again thank all the wonderful artists that support my work and give my love and hugs .. and ...

Twain: .....dear lord ! ....

Twain: ..this concludes our interview ..

Twain: Thank you for coming by I do know how precious your time is ...

Charly: I do try to make time for everyone ..... I have some sim hopping to do now .... bye ..




....flying off into the sunset In case you hadn't worked it out, this is a sandwich of two images (I would add more details but I can't work out how to add paragraphs with this new format!).



This is an unusual paragraph. I'm curious how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it? It looks so plain you would think nothing was wrong with it! In fact, nothing is wrong with it! It is unusual though. Study it, and think about it, but you still may not find anything odd. But if you work at it a bit, you might find out! Try to do so without any coaching!




The letter "e", which is the most common letter in the English language, does not appear once in the long paragraph.

I don't like the new version of Flickr at all; at the moment I'm trying to find workable solutions to the problems, but I'm not happy!


***There's to be a FLICKR RED DAY on SUNDAY 6 APRIL ***

You can download the banner here:





Seeing your admin invites

You can sometimes access these by going to your Recent Activity page BUT keep in mind that the Recent Activity tab only shows up the last 10 'activities' on any given image, which isn't much use at all.


You can also check your email to see if there are any admin invites issued to you.


Admins of groups can issue admin invites by hitting the G key on the keyboard; this will bring up a list of each group you're an admin of (but don't bank on the recipients ever seeing them! :-(


To continue seeing Flickr in the old version change your language to anything but English (but keep in mind that this is a short-term solution as the new version will be rolled out to all countries very soon).


To start a new paragraph in a comment box you need to press the SHIFT+ENTER keys



Image created for Treat This 27 in the Kreative People group


Source image - my own, which you can see in the first comment box below or here:


“I wonder which is preferable — to walk around all your life swollen up with your secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word for them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin — everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone — and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?”

— Margaret Atwood

The 'Pet' from Moonlight Road, above Middlemarch.

Last shot I'll put up of the Pet for a while :-)


'The Taieri Pet' is a cloud local to this area. It only forms in certain conditions, of which a strong NWerly wind (at high levels) is the big factor. The layered cloud doesn't seem to move...and although the wind blows through the layers at some speed, at ground level it can be calm.


If you're interested there's a paragraph about it here:


If you're interested in the technical side of these lenticular clouds...check out Peter Shepherd's great diagram:


In the forest of letters:


a road in cursive

dearest compass


a grid of clouds



a leaf of moonlight



a birdhouse of stars



Jenn Morea


I've always wanted to take a spiderweb picture but could never get it quite right or the light wasn't nice and hitting it in the right places but finally the light decided to cooperate with me today and the light RAYS were perf yayayya so happy woooooooo!


This is completely irrelevant like most of my ~descriptions~ about my photos but I am gonna go for my learners test hooRAY omg see what I did there I talked about light rays before and linked it to this paragraph but including the word ray oh my gosh I should be a writer or something..... no I really shouldn't I don't use commas or fullstops

Some Great Tips To More Flavorful Coffee in Your Apartment

While we like making coffee in our apartments, it’s sometimes puzzling as to why we can’t replicate coffee shop flavor. The following paragraphs contain the secrets to making great-tasting coffee every time.

The higher the...

Okay, I really am just throwing this up here to direct everyone to my new group Pattern Shift - The Stories Inside Us All.


The idea is for each person who joins to write a sentence, paragraph, or chapter of a story that follows on the sentence, chapter or story written by the person that precedes them. That way, we will all collectively write a group story/novel.


An experiment in cooperative and coolaborative writing.


I wrote the first part today. There is a sign up thread for people to get in line to contribute.


And, yes, I know this may end in miserable embarrassing failure ... but I hope not.


Come by and check it out.

100 more days until tori comes to texas :)

Thanks soooo very much to Angel Ana (PassasAoRum) for letting me adopt this girl!!! I have DREAMED of having her for a LONG time! Miss A and I send you thousands of kisses, Ana!!! She arrived safely earlier today!


I just lost paragraphs explaining more, but don't have time to re-type now! Will have to do that later, as workers are about to descend on the basement!! AND Horatio must be walked before then! many things happening at once! BUT I am a happy girl!


Cangaway sweater...we love it! Thanks, Blanca! Mango wore it first; will show those pix when I can! SUPER FAST shot of Miss A...had to share my excitement!!!!!


ETA: Okay, I am sort of hiding from the workmen atm! LOL! They freak me out! EEEK! People moving my things! BUT I am not is weird! is the rest of the story...I will try typing this again! SO...I have an EBL Holly who was all SET to make a journey to Sherri (Shershe) to become a faux Miss A...and you know what happens when we get serious about making a faux Miss A, right? You guessed it! A miracle occurred and I was able to adopt Miss A from the lovely Ana!!! SO...the legend continues of people finding their Miss A after they have decided to create a faux Miss A!

This first paragraph is the same on both posts today. Was thinking of taking the weekend off again but decided instead to treat it all far less seriously. Monday to Friday = serious. Saturday and Sunday = not. So because of the heat at the office I took some time off and took skytrain and bus down to Granville Island and wandered around. Was sunny and warm with a fabulous breeze. Saw turtles basking on a rock. Watched someone hand feeding gulls. You might get to see shots of those.


In the process of wandering around I came across this trendy little gardening shop. Had some nice garden accessories. Loved the turquoise fold up chair. It was apparently part of a set. It jiggled when I put out my hand and pushed against it... I checked the little red ticket hanging from it for the price. To be shocked as much as I was look at my note above.

Well, first off..I went to the Yukon, and got my heart brutally broken. Will never be the same again...deeply scarred. It was the worst experience of my entire life, not because of the Yukon itself, it's incredible there, but because my love I had been waiting so long for couldn't do it anymore and I had to leave very early. I am completely, utterly devastated. Everything in life is gonna remind me of this disastrous trip...I will never look at anything the same again. Forever alone, I can only love one person.... </3


But I will start sharing some'll help me get through this in a sense. It was mighty gorgeous up there. I never feel like going back to Canada again, which is a shame, I really wanted to explore all over it one day. Stay tuned...I have a bunch of shots from over the months I need to upload.


*EDIT*: I didn't mean to make it sound like I was dissing anybody in the first paragraph. The people I was with are very favorites ever. It wasn't them as a whole that made the experience bad, cause they helped me the best they could and did so much for me. I will never forget how great they were. I feel blessed to have met finally met them, it was an honor. I just lost the thing that mattered most to me in life, and that tore me to shreds. I am forever grateful for their hospitality and kindness...will never forget....


life's not a paragraph...

for the world is puddle-wonderful.

― E.E. Cummings

Grim Tales - Honor Among Thieves - Mother Grim Epilogue P4 - End of Book II


Opening paragraph, "Grim smacked his lips, his thirst quenched by the crisp cold Berrywine Mead Erik had gotten for him. After a little cooling with a mild frost spell it had become the perfect accompaniment for storytelling. Erik was flipping through one of the ancient books on the Daedric Princes, looking for some information on Nocturnal to answer a question Lucia had asked. The two wolves had laid down by the fire pit, both keeping half-lidded eyes on the goings on in the rather unusual den these humans liked to spend their time in. From time to time Grunt would get up and explore the house as it was like nothing he had ever seen before."

This first paragraph is a repeat of the previous Othello tunnel shots - don't read if you already have: Went on an exploring trip on Friday. Someone had told us about a place called the Othello Tunnels and we thought we might give it a try. Was the most incredible experience The old Kettle Valley Railway used to start in Hope and head off to the interior of the province. Othello was the first stop on the route but in order to get there you had to travel through the mountains and across steep gorges in the coquilhala river. When the railway ceased to be used it was turned into a park and the old rail line itself was taken out and made into a graveled pathway that goes through four long unlit tunnels.


The first part of the trail from the parking lot travels through forest and then for a short time along the coquilhala river before the river went down into a gorge and the tunnels started. This was the my first view of the river. I was immediately taken with this very odd rock in the river bed that reminded me of a turtle or maybe an igloo. I took many shots of it from many angles. Like an ice cream scoop of rock and all it needed was whip cream, chocolate sauce and a cherry.


get a little closer

Don't let your soul get lonely child

It's only time, it will go by

Don't look for love in faces, places

It's in you, that's where you'll find kindness


Be here now, here now

Be here now, here now


The Cliffs of Moher: a place you can't help loving. (Insert entirely too personal of a paragraph describing all the other things in life that you can't help loving, contrasted against a desire to maybe be the kind of person who can help loving).


Image made with a Hasselblad 500 C/M. Similar image to one I posted a while back, but different enough that I'm still posting it. That line of springy, soft grass is one of my favorite parts.


Beautiful, beautiful song found here.

I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph.


Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around

Peel back the mountains peel back the sky

Stomp gravity into the floor

It's a Man Ray kind of sky

Let me show you what I can do with it

Time and distance are out of place here


Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed

When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull


Somewhere near the end it said

"You can't do this", I said "I can too"

Shift sway rivers shift, oceans fall and mountains drift

It's a Man Ray kind of sky

Let me show you what I can do with it


Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed

When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,

holding my head straight (looking down).

This is the easiest task I've ever had to do...


I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph


Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around

Shift the swaying river's shift

Oceans fall and mountains drift

It's a Man Ray kind of sky

Let me show you what I can do with it

Time and distance are out of place here


Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed

When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,

holding my head straight (looking down).

This is the easiest task I've ever had to do...


Reason had harnessed the tame

Holding the sky in their arms

Gravity pulls me down


Feeling Gravity's Pull, R.E.M. 1985



The plan was to use my 50mm f/1.8 and blow a nice stream of bubbles in line with the lens creating a stream of bubbles and bubble bokeh against a dusk sky. In reality bubbles don't go where you want them to and the 2 or 3 beautifully exposed and focused bubbles were always right in the corner. So now it's just bubble bokeh. I've never used the word bubble in a single paragraph as much as I have here. Bubbles.


Strobist: SB-800 bounced into satin umbrella on the floor below and left of the bubbles. Shutter dragged for ambient. 50mm f/1.8

Today was a really really sad day. I don't understand how people can be so monstrous sometimes. It is truly the most horrifying thing in the entire world.

I typed out a really long paragraph about God. But then I decided to erase it.


comments off.

I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph

Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around

Let me show you what I can do with it

Time and distance are out of place here

When the light is mine

I felt gravity pull (into my eyes)

Holding my head straight (looking down)

This is the easiest task I've ever had to do


REM › FGP from Fables of the Reconstruction

Stupid me has overlooked the second last paragraph. When I wanted to take the picture clicked on skyrim launcher accidentially to start the game and got every esp in data folder loaded, which made my game unable to start. Had to go through around 200 esp's via trial and error, but hey there is no situation a cold beer can't make acceptable...

Commander Berz was a member of the 173rd Battalion His missons were more complished than other legions, they were a legion of clones who fought on the underground, they were ment to be i the subsole expploding mmt and hacking them from the undergrond. They were in the battle of Coruscant when the Emperror gave the order to wipe out the jedis. So he and his fellow brother killed the jedi, master Jo-Jo.


Hey everyone this was my last custom figure, I know it's been a while since my last cusom (I think it was Zatanna) but anyway here is Commander Mole from the 173rd Batallion. This figure is 70% decaled and I've painted his facial hair and his helmet. Also the decals were designed by me.


The story that you've read in the first paragraph was invented by me aswell and this figure


Also if you drop a favourite, would you drop a comment too?

Very old Bible, well read, worn from use and time. If I were not a collector, I might have it rebound. But I love the obvious signs of caring, and devotion. Okay, so I bought it at auction. Maybe the caring and devotion part ended when the person who owned it passed to his Just Reward. But, oh what the heck (never use the other word in the same paragraph with the word Bible), I still like it. It's from around 1810, has that old time smell and feel.

We left the river behind. Climbing the hill the clouds became more dramatic....a strange kind of soft heaviness. We had no idea we were travelling under the jaws of the Taieri Pet ;-)


'The Pet' is a cloud local to this area. It only forms in certain conditions, of which a strong NWerly wind (at high levels) is the big factor. The layered cloud doesn't seem to move...and although the wind blows through the layers at some speed, at ground level it can be calm.


If you're interested there's a paragraph about it here:


Just a couple more to complete the 'Pet' series :-)


席慕容 時光九篇:《 我 》 / Murong-Xi/Time Ninetricles: 《 I 》


我喜歡出發 喜歡離開


千山萬水 隨意行去



我喜歡停留 喜歡長久


靜待冬雷夏雨 春華秋實












→ → → → → → → → →

I like to go out like to leave

like a lifetime can have a new dream of the mountains and seas,

whatever the direction of the stars…


I like to stay for a long time like in the garden planting thousand trees

to wait for Like thousands in campus planted tree…

Looking forward to winter thunder summer rain literary attainment…

like life only pure hope only a kind of stability and slow growth。


I like the years after the rinse color

Like a song without singing


I like to write a long poem in the night

and then come back to the cool morning and go through the paragraph by line and slowly delete every word you have associated with it…

(Translated by Translator )/


:notes:# 如果還有明天 /If there is tomorrow …


In addition to the title, I had a few paragraphs of explanation on this image which Flickr apparently decided to redact.

Inspired by the opening paragraph of H.P. Lovecrafts story "The Thing on the Doorstep" please look at my Blog if you're interested

and because I survived another exciting round of parent teacher interviews tonight! Some parents are super, but some just remind you that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!! One encounter with them and it all makes sense! lol


Took this in the summer! These are the real colours of the fall leaves in the background. Warmed it up a smidgen. Love fences and love bokeh, so this photo had to be taken!


Amazing how amazing something like a tree farm can be.


This is the Orton effect applied digitally to a photo I took of this tree farm along I-84 on a recent trip to the Palouse.


On a related note I recently attended a display of photography, and as I usually do, I read the photographer's artist statement. He proceeded to take three paragraphs more than he needed to talk about how his work was supposedly so much more valid because he did everything by hand, all on film, in the darkroom, not so much as a lick of digital post processing to be had.


I thought the photography was kind of boring to tell you the truth. It wasn't bad, just not great for sure.


But apparently that whole digital vs. film argument is lurking out there still. It's silly. So I thought I would post this image, if nothing else, as a reminder of a few important points.


The first is that many of the things that people do in Photoshop these days could be done in the darkroom. Dodging? Yup. Burning? Double yup. Unsharp mask? That originated in the darkroom. Cloning? Sure. Montaging an image together? Go check out work by Scott Mutter or Jerry Uelsmann. While many of these things are certainly easier to do digitally, Photoshop also certainly did not invent them.


The Orton effect is a good point. You can do this in camera, in fact, that is how it started. It is quite simple:


1) Load a roll of slide film and set your meter to over expose by one stop. (In Photoshop this is called Apply Image --> Screen 100%)


2) Focus the first exposure and shoot it. Advance the film and take the second exposure out of focus completely. (In Photoshop this is called Duplicate, Filter --> Blur)


3) Develop the film, then take the two overexposed slides and sandwich them together, lining up crucial elements in the image. (Once again in Photoshop, View - Snap - Snap to document bounds, Move Image, Layer blending --> Multiply).


By sandwiching two overexposed slides it increases the color saturation and contrast, by using one image out of focus it spreads an ethereal glow across everything.


This technique has become very popular with digital photography, but it existed long before Photoshop in film photography too. In fact I Orton'd slides long before I used digital files. So nonsense this may be, but not just digital nonsense.


The second point I wanted to bring up is that any technique, no matter how blatant or subtle is a gimmick if not used well. A photo is always a balance between subject and style, and that style is very very rarely a good subject in itself.


And techniques vary from the simple like lens choice, ISO setting, standing or crouching to the more involved such as HDR, Orton, Texturing, etc. The point is, everything you do to a photo, should complement the subject of the photo, not try to replace it. That is sort of why HDR has gotten such a bad rap, many were trying to use it on mundane photos to spruce them up, trying to make them more interesting because they were HDR, and make them into something that wasn't there to begin with.


In the case of this photo, I wanted to use the Orton effect to emphasize the other worldliness of this place. It really was an amazing transition. One moment we were standing in a barren, dusting gravel parking lot and within 15 steps was in the forested other world. Yet I could turn around and still see that dusty parking lot behind me. It was sort of how it must have felt to have fallen into Narnia and still be able to see the wardrobe and bedroom beyond it. This photo had a sense of that before I applied the Orton technique to it, but Orton helped to emphasize it. It was working with something that was already present, rather than trying to make it out of nothing.

"In the end,

it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with,

and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2:55,

when you know that you've had all the baths you can usefully have that day,

that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers

you will never actually read it,

or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes,

and that as you stare at the clock

the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock,

and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul."


Douglas Adams

...or how Honky Tonk and Sister Bill got their nicknames. If it happened in the Hill Country, it probably happened at Mamacitas.


This is an essay about the Texas Hill Country, but it's going to take me a long way around to get to the Hill Country. I'll add a paragraph here and there as the spirit moves me. Nicknames are easy to come by in the Texas Hill Country. Any naming incident that sparks a full two minutes of laughter is apt to create a life long nick name.


I got mine early on when Sherry began her career as a Methodist minister. Churches she was assigned to by the Bishop had never or seldom had female pastors and for the most part the pastor was called Brother Smith, Brother John, Brother Ralph or Brother Bubba, maybe even Brother Slim or Brother whatever. At Sherry's first church one of the men was speaking to Sherry in front of a crowd and referred to her as Brother Sherry. The crowd erupted in laughter and that sparked me to ad lib, "Well I guess that makes me Sister Bill." It stuck, and from then on everywhere we've gone I've become Sister Bill. Strangly enough, the Brother Sherry didn't stick and she's always been Pastor Sherry. It's funny how that works. This system makes a good litmus test as to who you can trust too. Those who use it in derision are easy to pick up on and you can depend on it, they will become your enemies. It's always good to know who your enmies are. Next time I'm in the mood to post, I'll tell you who Honky Tonk is and how she got her nickname.


Joy got her name from British author,Ruth Hamilton. Joy is the pianist at the First United Methodist Church in Johnson City, Texas where Sherry and I spent nine exciting years before we moved to Kerrville five years ago. Joy is my age (80+-) and grew up in a series of Methodist churches. Her father was a Methodist preacher. When she was junior high age she was so good on piano, she started playing the church organ where her father preached. Joy became famous with her junior high school peers by playing the country-western/pop hit "Pistol Packing Mama" to a slow hymn cadence in church during certain parts of the service. Her father never was able to hear the plaintive admonition, "Laaaaaaay thaaaaaat pistooooool dooooown, baaaaabe, laaaaaay thaaaaaat pistoooooool doooooown; Pistooooooool Paaaaaaacking Maaaaaaama puuuuuut thaaaaaaat guuuuuuun awaaaaaaaaay." Of one thing you can be sure, every junior high kid in the Methodist church heard the message and nobody ever figured out why the kids would often become so giggly and out of control, especially when they heard the tune telling them, "Oh, she kicked out my windshield, she hit me over the head. She cussed and cried and said I'd lied and wished that I was dead. Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, Pistol Packing Mama, put that gun away!"


Naturally Joy grew into a natural musician and could improvise without even having to consciously think about it. During the nine years we were rewarded with her weekly concerts, I noticed that she would often spontaneously begin the add character to the hymns. Some came out with the feel of honky tonk country western and some even took on a boogie beat. She did this naturally, but seemed not to be able to do it on demand. Perhaps demand made her self conscious. For that reason when Ruth Hamilton begged me to tape "Honky Tonk" (that's the name Ruth began to call her because she could never remember the name Joy Feuge) and send her the tape, I made a noble effort. I was never able to get a tape, but Ruth's name "Honky Tonk" stuck and that's what we call Joy to this day. Next, I'll tell you something about a Texas Hill Country institution, Mamacita's Mexican Restaurant, serving Mexican food, but owned and operated by an American Muslim Iranian. That gets him in trouble with the area's fundamentalist cowboy Christians from time to time, to which he pays no attention and simply continues to oeprate a superb small chain of Mexican restaurants. He operates one in San Antonio, one in San Marcos, one in Fredericksburg and one in Kerrville. It just goes to show, you can't hold a good man down.


I've been eating at Mamacita's restaurants for years now and when I began writing this piece couldn't even remember the owner and founder's name. Sherry found this link on the internet and it is so interesting and complete I'm going to post it word for word:




Mamacita’s Mexican Restaurant: Oh Mama!


By Kathryn Jones

Thursday, 24 January 2008


There are four Mamacita’s Mexican Restaurants in Texas, the largest of which seats 400 people.

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Known to most as simply “Hagi,” Hossein Hagigholam left Iran for the United States in 1976 with a dream to make it big in the land of opportunity.


His initial plan was to study civil engineering. But, as fate should have it, he now owns and operates four Mamacita’s Mexican Restaurants in Kerrville, Texas, with four other locations in Fredericksburg, New Braunfels, San Marcos and San Antonio, Texas. The smallest location seats 250 people and the largest seats 400 people.


In an interview with Food and Drink, Hagi reveals how he transitioned from a lonely dishwasher who could barely speak English to a successful entrepreneur with plans to turn his Tex-Mex restaurant into a nationally recognized franchise.


The ride has not been an easy one, he adds, but with a little faith and hard work, dreams really can come true.


Food and Drink: What brought you to the United States?

Hossein Hagigholam: From the time I was a boy, I wanted to come to America. Before the revolution in Iran, lots of Iranians came to the United States to become engineers and doctors, and then they went back home.


Without any knowledge of English, my first place to go was Houston. There was a school for English as a second language called ESL Houston.


If there were 40 students, 35 of them were Iranians, so the teachers learned how to speak our language instead of us learning English.


I knew in order to make it in the United States I had to learn the language, so I researched which college in Texas had less Iranians. Shreiner College had only one Iranian student, so that’s how I ended up in Kerrville. While I studied, I found a job in the restaurants.


If you are a foreigner and don’t know any English, the only job you have is washing dishes. I later became a bus boy and then a waiter.


As a waiter, that’s when you really make it big. I was so happy about how much money I was making as a waiter that I took three jobs: the breakfast shift in one restaurant, the lunch shift in another and the dinner shift in the third.


I remember one time a customer asked me if we took Visa, and I thought they were asking me if I had a visa. I thought I was in trouble somehow, so I ran home as fast as I could.


My manager called me the next day and asked, “What happened?” I said, “Someone wanted me to show him my visa.” He said, “No, you idiot! They were asking you if we accept Visa – the credit card.”


FAD: I can see how you would feel anxious about that. In 1979, American hostages were taken at the embassy in Tehran and President Jimmy Carter called for all Iranian students in the U.S. whose visas had expired to leave the country by the spring of 1980. You must have been devastated.

HH: The world just shattered on me, because now I had to go back. I had learned English, started earning money and I was dating Ruth.


The only way I could stay in the country was if she married me, and she wouldn’t marry me. She said, “Look, I’m 20 and you’re 21. We’re young and you come from another country and my parents won’t let me.”


I finally talked Ruth into marrying me. You talk about begging! Her parents gave their permission because of the difficult situation, but it was on the condition that we live apart for six months.


I tell people I really got married for the green card, but we’re still married after 25 years and we adopted two wonderful children. I think that says a lot.


FAD: Is it true you named the restaurant after Ruth?

HH: She is Spanish and I used to call her “Mamacita” when I was a waiter. I decided to name the restaurant Mamacita’s because it means grandmother, good-looking lady – all the goodies.


FAD: In 1985, you and a business partner opened the first Mamacita’s in Kerrville. Was it challenging to get it off the ground?

HH: Not really. We opened the second restaurant in Fredericksburg in 1988, followed by one in San Marcos in 1996, and then the biggest location, which is in San Antonio, in 2003.


And then, in 2005, we tore our original restaurant down and built a new restaurant. If there were a place in the Guinness Book of World Records for most expensive restaurant ever built per capita, it would be this restaurant, because we spent $10 million in a city with a population of only 25,000 people.


It is very tough to make money when you open a $10 million restaurant, but because of our confidence and if you treat people the way you want to be treated, anything can work. In fact, Kerrville is a German town. People say, “How could an Iranian come to the United States and build a Mexican restaurant in a German community and make it?” My answer to that is, “Only in America, of course.”


FAD: Can you share some tips in how to run a successful restaurant?

HH: If a restaurant has five elements, the owner will hit the jackpot in this business. If he has four out of five, he will make a living out of it. And if he has less than that, it is better not to mess with the restaurant business.


These elements are quality, service, location, atmosphere and reasonable prices.


Of course quality and service are always important, but I wanted to give an atmosphere that not every causal restaurant can do. In our Kerrville location, we have a third of the actual size of the Alamo inside of our restaurant.


A mechanical Davy Crockett sits on top of the roof that plays the music like the movie “Alamo.” Also, in our San Antonio location, we created a village that makes you feel like you are outside even though you are inside. It has fiber-optic stars and village shops and bakeries in it.


FAD: Having worked in restaurants when you were in college, would you say that makes you a more empathetic boss?

HH: Many casual restaurants have just one general manager that takes care of the quality of the food and the service.


When I used to work in the bottom line myself, I found that it was difficult to put all of this work on the shoulder of one person and expect him to control costs and increase sales.


So, this is why each of our locations has two general managers – one for back of house and one for front of house. We also took away any administrative work for them. Each of our locations has at least six managers.


This is what makes us different. I believe in spending money to make money when it comes to [hiring good employees.] We have a good 4 percent budgeted to training at all times.


We talk to them about the golden rule [of the restaurant business.] If you treat someone the way you want to be treated, it will increase the sales.


FAD: What is Mamacita’s perspective on providing customers with exceptional service?

HH: All of our customers can testify that no customer can walk out unless a manager has visited their table. We believe if a customer is unhappy, they will tell us when they leave.


Usually, if they are unhappy, they don’t say anything and just don’t come back.


But by having a manager shake hands and talk to them, they will feel comfortable enough to tell us what we did wrong.


We appreciate the compliments, but what we really want to hear is if there are any complaints.


I tell my management that when people go out to eat, they are in a good mood.


You never see a husband tell his wife, “Let’s go out to eat,” and the wife gets upset about it. Everybody is happy when they go out to eat, and if they choose your restaurant, you should feel honored. So, do whatever it takes to please them. They like attention.


You know, lots of Middle Eastern people that have businesses complain because they say we lost business because of the 9/11 terrorist action.


I disagree on that because my business has been doing well and I think it is because of how we treat people.


I make a lot of speeches about America, the land of opportunity. What I always emphasize at the end is this: Whoever doesn’t make it in this country, it is their own fault. I am one of those guys that really appreciate the country for what it has done for me.


FAD: What’s next for Mamacita’s?

HH: We would like to open locations in Austin, Houston and Dallas in the near future. We’ll do it one at a time. I don’t open a restaurant until I have its general managers ready. I have no plan after that yet.


You never know. Maybe a successful, nationally recognized chain will discover us and we could make a deal to take this nationwide.




When Hagi shut down the Kerrville Mamacita's Restaurant to build that ten million dollar culinary mansion, some of the Shiite Christians in Kerrville became very upset because the architect had put a small, simple dome on the structure and it reminded them of a Muslim Mosque for some reason. They demanded the dome be removed, despite the fact the State Capitol in Austin has a dome, some churches have domes and the dome, while a Moorish design, is commonplace in Spain and Mexico AND this is a MEXICAN food restaurant, OK? My friend Frank Clark says Hagi told him, "I don't have the kind of money to buy this quality of advertising." As expected, the dome remained, the new reataurant opened and the furror subsided.


Second to the mechanical Davy Crockett who from time to time activates and play the fiddle on the ramparts of the similated Alamo in Mamacita's in Kerrville are the murals painted by Haigi's brother whose name I have never heard and can't find on the internet. Hagi's brother is a truly outstanding artist and at some time in the future I'm going to photograph some of the interior and post it here. Mexican restaurants around the Southwest are famous for their absolutely crude murals, but Mamacita's redeems them all. Hagi's brother is a wonderful muralist.


For almost fifteen years now, Mamacita's has been a part of Hill Country living for Sherry and me and the good people of the First Methodist Church in Johnson City Texas. We meet there to celebrate birthdays and for a long time after Sherry and I moved to Kerrville we met regularily at Mamacita's in Fredericksburg. Same driving distance from Kerrville and from Johnson City.


I recommend Mamacita's to anyone as being the best eating experience you'll ever have. Their New York strip is flawless and substitute the baked potatoe for guacamole salad and you'll have a low carb meal to die for. The Mamacita's salad is perfect weight control meal IF you'll skip the taco shell. If you're not on a diet the Mexican food is delicious, the tortillas are always hot and honey with butter is always available on request.


As Kathryn Jones described in her profile, I can't remember ever eating at Mamacita's without someone from management stopping by the table and asking if everything is alright, which reminds me of the only negative experience I've ever had at a Mamacita's restaurant.


Several years ago Sherry and I met seven or eight of the Johnson City folks at the Fredericksburg Mamacita's for one of our monthly reunions. As always I was low-carb dieting and ordered a Mamacita's Salad to get some healthy carbs as opposed to sugar laden carbs. Unlike any other Mamacita's salad I'd ever eaten this one was very short on vegetables. I mentioned it to the person next to me and when the waiter came around asking if everything was ok, that person told him my complaint. It has always been my policy NOT to complain at a restaurant, but I've worked too many police cases concerned with what a cook can do to a customer in way of retaliation. Spit in the food is the least of the possibilities. Whatever the revenge, there's always someone in the kitchen who wants to get even with the cook and so the retaliation gets reported. So, there I sit, not wanting to complain but really disappointed in the amount of vegetables I was served. My friend from Johnson City has spilled the beans and I'm forced to admit I thought the salad was skimpy. The waiter went to the kitchen and returned witha such a large plate of vegetables AND chicken which I hadn't complained about that it was obvious the cook was angered and this amount of food was his way of retaliating and an attempt to make me look foolish for daring to complain. I did eat some more vegetables and the shared the rest of the extra food with everyone at the table. Johnson City folks are not short on appetite, so nothing went to waste. I can see the cook's point of view. He or she probably sees tons of salad thrown out by customers who eat the grilled chicken, pick around on the vegetables and then send the remainder back to the kitchen to be disposed of. I was still disappointed in the arrogance of the cook and the attempt to make me look ridiculous. Maybe the cook was having trouble their spouse, who knows? In fifteen years that's the only negative experience I've had at a Mamacita's.


The Texas Hill Country is full of anomaly, so it's no wonder that an Iranian man can become a millionaire with Mexican restaurants in German communities. Fredericksburg is even more German than Kerrville. San Marcos and San Antonio have strong German influences too. Go figure. Now I want to tell you about a mystery writer who writes murder mysteries in and around Blanco County, yep, Blanco county where I was a reserve deputy for several years after I retired from SWT Police Dept. as an investigator.


At all those birthday parties at Mamacitas there was the "viewing of the presents and cards" ritual which I've described in the narrative of another ritual. Sherry always shops for certain people on our list and I shop for others, we've never discussed it, it just seemed to fall into place. One of the people I always bought the present for was "Honky Tonk" who is the pianist at the First Methodist Church in Johnson City and a very close friend as well. I always bought her music CDs and usually gospel music. She found out I collected author-signed books and so that's what she always gave me for my birthday.


My eyes were really bad for a long time and so I collected a bunch of those books without seriosly reading them. One set of books were by a young mystery writer named Ben Rehder. Joy (Honky-Tonk) went to several book signings and so I built up a collection Ben's novels. All of his novels take place in Blanco County of which Johnson City is not only the County Seat, but is the home town of former president, Lyndon B. Johnson.


When I retired in 1998 I was seventy-one years old and had never written anything more than a police report, but upon retiring I began to write essays and short stories and had so much fun I completely lost my identity as a police sketch artist and watercolorist. I've read a lot of the local Blanco county writing generated by the Blanco County Historical Society and others and I'm here to testify this stuff will put you to sleep quicker than prescription drugs. So you have the picture; there I was with faulty glasses, a collection of novels obviously done by a local guy...nothing here I can't wait a while for...right?


So, several years later and a new pair of glasses, this time prescribed by an optometrist and NOT a opthomologist...HURRAY, I can read again. So, I picked up a Ben Rehder novel and VIOLA' this guy is really good. This is really just like Blanco County. He's talking about the Sherrif's Office and I rode for several years as a reserve deputy with one of the full time deputies and we had experiences very similar to the ones Ben tells about in his novels.


I did feel like Ben's tales were a little tame though. Like in "Murder, She Wrote" it seemed like Blanco County might begin to compete with Cabot Cove for the title, Murder Capital of the World. I was tempted to write Ben and tell him to let go a little bit and make the cases really as bizarre as the ones we actually worked. There was the guy who carried female garments in his car and when he came up on a dead deer along the road, he'd dress the remains in the female attire and have his carnal way with them. A combination the density of cell phones and Baptists got the guy arrested pretty quickly and his case was investigated and taken to the district attorney.


Another case I wanted to tell Ben about was the one involving some young men who had small explosives used on coyote bait. They began a campaign to blow up all the rural mail boxes in the north part of the county. In this case the volume of the explosion plus the denisty of ranchers, pickup trucks and deer rifles brought about arrests before too many mail boxes had to be replaced or before someone was killed or injured getting their mail or before the county has to investigate the strange deaths of two young men blown up in a pickuptruck sitting in front of a rural mailbox. It would have probably been written up as a double suicide.


I had three of Ben's autographed books and read all three nonstop and was amazed at the quality of his writing and the universal appeal these books would have. When he spoke of eating at Ronny's Barbeque, it was like being home. I have eaten at Ronny's many times and it's just like Ben tells it.


When I finished each novel I passed them on to my best bud, Frank Clark, who wanted to read them because although he doesn't come from a law-enforcement background, he comes from a Central Texas deer hunting background. His wife called me and complained; she said she wasn't getting her sleep. He wakes her up all through the night laughing his ass off, so I decided I gotta get online and order everything this guy has written.


Online at Ben's website I was amazed to find out that Ben is writing these in a vein of HUMOR. It even cites the genre as being humorous mystery novels. What humor? These are serious law enforcement novels of Blanco County, just the way she is! Damn! Did I ever feel like a hick. I ordered everything he's written and Holy Moly which isn't even off the press yet.


As of today Holy Moly is the only one I haven't read. "Gun Shy" is my favorite, but there's not one in the set that isn't a fantastic read. In my case, I can't put them down and it's a good thing I'm retired, otherwise I'd have used up all my sick leave for the next two decades. Frank is still reading and Michele is beginning to look a little "red in the eye" but otherwise we'll just have to wait for "Holy Moly" to come out and hope Ben is presently working on a new novel. The main man is a game warden who helps with the Sherrif's Department's criminal cases. That's the truth or at least very close to reality, we had a game warden in Hays County who was skilled and certified in Forensic Hypnosis and worked with police sketch artists on all kinds of cases.


This ends my little essay on the 'Life in the Texas Hill Country" and I apologize for it being a lot longer than I intended it to be. In closing, I'll simply say, "If you're not already living in the Hill Country, start now making your plans to move here; the life you save may be your own."


I'm a terrible proof reader and it may be weeks before I get around to the first tip toe back patient, I'm old...ok?


This is Ben Rehder's website and you'll be relieved to know Ben doesn't have to rely on the likes of me for his publicity. Kinky Friendman of Texas Monthly fame recommends Ben highly.


On behalf of several members of the community, I would like to express my shock and disappointment at some of Mr. Brown Pelican's precepts. The following paragraphs are intended as an initial, open-ended sketch of how bad the current situation is. As part of his efforts to gain a mainstream following, Mr. Pelican publishes the Journal of Subhuman Obstructionism. Included alongside articles discussing history, culture, art, religion, and philosophy are endorsements of Mr. Pelican's plans to hinder economic growth and job creation.


There is also the lesser issue that Mr. Pelican's mind has limited horizons. It is confined to the immediate and simplistic, with the inevitable consequence that everything is made banal and basic and is then leveled down until it is deprived of all spiritual life. He's driving under the influence of philistinism. Do you see something wrong with that picture?


Please join me in incorporating these words into our living credo.


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Hello!! Just back from living with the clouds. I MISSED you...


The cloud is an offshoot of the famous Strath Taieri Pet...a lenticular, standing wave cloud, I was lucky enough to meet.

How cool to have a pet cloud...

If you're interested there's a paragraph here:


The hill is known as Smooth Cone. "This unusual and symmetrical hill is a volcanic ash vent. The single pine tree (Pinus sp.) was planted on Armistice Day, 11th November 1918 to celebrate the end of WW1. Also known as Conical Hill, but never ‘One Tree Hill.’ "


Looking forward to seeing all your images...just might take me a while to catch up proper-like.

In the meantime I'll catch up improperly.

See you soon ;-)


Canon SX10is

f8; 1/100; ISO 80.

Some dodge&burn.


Have you ever wondered how cows are killed at slaughterhouses?....this is an excellent read:


FYI: This link only shows you the cover of the book. This book is not gruesome at all. It is packed w/info about how our food is grown and brought to market. It does tell about cows and how they meet their demise...only one nothing to worry about.


My vet clinic is in the process of moving to a new buildiing/ location this weekend so I will hold off on taking in cats until monday, Everyone have a super weekend. More cows below.

how long can these descriptions be? I need a really long description. It could be several paragraphs long. Will Flickr allow me to write as much as i need to? I sure hope so...


how long can these descriptions be? I need a really long description. It could be several paragraphs long. Will Flickr allow me to write as much as i need to? I sure hope so...


how long can these descriptions be? I need a really long description. It could be several paragraphs long. Will Flickr allow me to write as much as i need to? I sure hope so...


how long can these descriptions be? I need a really long description. It could be several paragraphs long. Will Flickr allow me to write as much as i need to? I sure hope so...


how long can these descriptions be? I need a really long description. It could be several paragraphs long. Will Flickr allow me to write as much as i need to? I sure hope so...

Proxy Falls taken with my Holga last Fall on the same day as this other shot captured with my Pentax 6x7.


Working retail as I do, I deal with a lot of different types of customers, most of those I sell cameras to though are students, relative newcomers when it comes to purchasing cameras. As such, a lot of what I do over the counter involves educating as well as selling. Or put another way, re-educating.


See, many people operate under a fair number of misconceptions when it comes to photography, and I want to take a bit of time tonight to combat one of them in particular; in order to take professional quality photographs you need professional quality cameras.


Frankly, if the person selling you a camera tells you this, it really means they are just trying to sell you something more expensive, that and they are probably paid on commission. And they would probably auction off a family member for the right price.


I know, many you already realize this is bogus thinking, nonetheless many of us succumb to it. There is something reassuring in knowing your camera has a price tag to rival your social security number. I mean, come on, if you have to skip two mortgage payments how can that camera NOT be good right? Well chances are it is a good camera. Doesn't mean it is the right camera for you though.


And I guess it all depends on how we define good. Oh boy, that is a topic that requires about three hours and four beers...


I always stress that it is how you USE the camera, not the camera itself that makes the most difference and I stand by that. If I sound like a broken record at times, it is merely because it is true and a very valuable lesson to learn. It is one of the things I try to demonstrate with my stream. I shoot five main cameras, though I cycle in others here and there. My main 35mm is my Nikon FM2n. In the store I work at, this camera costs $200 in perfect working order with a warranty. That $200 buys me a camera that will last for decades, will cost about $120 to refurbish when it wears out every 10-15 years or so and will stay in the family my entire life unless I drop it in the ocean as I seem to be more than capable of doing. Plus it takes images that are incredibly sharp and can be printed as large as 24x36 with a fairly high degree of quality. Sure I could have bought an F3 ($300-400), an F4 ($400), an F5 ($500) or an F6 ($1000 or more). Heck the F6 is the latest and greatest film camera out there. It does everything except sweep the kitchen floor. I have shot it, everytime you press the shutter it sounds like the camera is silkily whispering "damn fine shot". Then again, with the same lenses it will take the exact same quality image as my FM2. And sure, it is whiz-bang, but then again pretty much every automatic feature on cameras these days can be duplicated manually. These cameras don't allow you to do things less expensive and sophisticated cameras won't, they generally just tend to make those things quicker and easier. That is what all that extra money tends to buy you, speed and convenience, not necessarily better quality. More on that possibly in a bit.


My second camera, also my main landscape camera these days, is my Pentax 67. This was once a top of the line medium format camera. It produces large 6x7cm negatives with detail and resolution that still blow my mind. I would even go so far as to say it produces a higher resolution, sharper image than all but the most expensive of digital cameras can compete with. It also cost me $200. I am on my third one due to two unfortunate accidents. I have spent less than $700 combined on all three.


My third is my pinhole, brand new for $250. For those who are familiar with my pinhole images, not much more needs to be said. For those who are not, it is an incredibly interesting camera that captures a perspective unlike most other photography. All without the benefit of a lens, auto-focus, a meter of any kind, not a single gear, wire or circuit. It scoffs if you mention LCD in fact.


My fourth, which this image was taken with, is my Holga. $25. No, I am not missing a zero. It is a plastic toy camera that retails for about $25. Certainly not a perfect camera, but then again is there such a thing? No, there isn't. And if the person behind the counter tells you there is, well see the fourth paragraph above. I was down in Yosemite last year browsing the Ansel Adams gallery in the park, and there is a piece by a photographer named Ted Orland. It is an amazing work and though I do not remember the price on it, it was a lot and well worth it. It was taken with a holga.


My fifth is my Leica M3, which is a contradiction to the point I am trying to make, that camera sold for about $700. Though these days, that is about average for most DSLRs. Though honestly it is more of a specialty camera for me and of all the cameras listed above, is one of the ones that gets used the least.


I am not trying to trumpet my nifty frugalness or impress upon you my ability to not irrationally and impulsively spend my camera budget. The point I am trying to make is that it has always been, and always will be good photographers behind cameras that make good images. Note I have not attached any adjective to cameras, because none needs to be. To be blunt, a photographer is either skilled at what they do, or they are not, or they are somewhere in between hopefully moving towards the former and not the latter. A camera will not change this, though it may seem like it does. And true, cameras can help us see differently, they can help us take different pictures, but that is all they do at the most. Help. We take the pictures, good or bad, and it can be done on all cameras, expensive or not.


Buying the best camera is very very very rarely buying the more expensive camera. Rather it is a moderately tricky process of figuring out what you want to do as a photographer and buying the camera that is the best fit. Want to take odd, alternative artsy photos? Buy a holga, a lomo or a fish eye. Photojournalism? Then you probably want a rugged DSLR. Landscape with the intent to make murals? Medium or large format. Do you want something lightweight? You will want to buy a plastic camera (which will also break on you in a matter of a few years). Do you prefer a heavy and rugged camera for backpacking? Go with one of the SLRs of the 60s or 70s like a Minolta SRT or Pentax K1000. Want to try out medium format on a budget? Get a twin lens. A top notch Yashica Mat 124G can be found for $250 or less.


There are options, sometimes a seemingly overwhelming number of them. Start with yourself. Figure out what you need in a camera (much less than you might think). Plan how and where you will use a camera. Make a list and stick to it. Otherwise you are just going to be paying for a number of features you never actually get around to using. Expensive is not always the answer, but then again neither is cheap. It really revolves around your needs. You are matching a camera to yourself, not the other way around.


Anyway, hope that is somewhat intelligible. And hope you enjoy the photo. I find it interesting to compare the two images, both medium format, but one shot through a high end glass lens, the other a toy plastic camera. I like them both, a lot. And both are very different images taken from almost the exact same spot. That too is the beauty of different cameras, they allow photographers to realize different visions. Just remember, photography begins and ends with living, breathing human beings. Cameras are just means to that end.


My descriptions have become shorter lately.


I’ve had less to say. My emotions have become subdued. My passion has become flaccid. The ability for me to want to depict anything is becoming opaque.


How’s that for a bunch of S.A.T. words all thrown together in one paragraph?


Here’s a secret for everybody that I dare admit now.


During my lunch breaks, I typically come home (because it’s an 8 minute / 2 song drive) and make myself a radical sandwich (in a low carb wrap).


And I promptly slap my ass down on my couch and click on PBS-world. Which is a free channel on my ridiculously old-school rabbit ears because I refuse to pay for cable that I don’t even watch anyway or care about.


On this particular day, I watched a PBS history special and I learned about Teddy Roosevelt. His legacy was showcased. National Parks in America and the Grand Canyon and Yosemite and Mount Rushmore and the history behind all that shit can all be attributed to this fine man.


And then I locked my door and went back to work.


But how funny is the only time of my day that I choose to relax and chill out and have a tiny bit of (ME) time is during my stupid one half hour lunch break in my apartment in the middle of the afternoon watching PBS. I’m such a dork.


Charlie Rose rocks. When he dies I’m totally having a cordial.


The shot at hand? Me doing some dumb ass curvy walk-this-way pose in front of a perfectly abandoned edifice on top of a slab of a building that was demolished years ago. At the time I shot this photo it was a good idea.


I tried man. I did all kinds of pictures and tried all kinds of poses. This is the best I could come up with.


Does anyone pay attention to or care about the album I pick in the bottom of my comments? This album by Neutral Milk Hotel is a masterpiece in acoustic catchy screaming folksy instrumental lo-fi weird psychedelic madness.


An indie masterpiece man.


Location: abandoned Navy base; Alameda, California

Taken: September 11th, 2009

Posted: September 30th, 2009

Album of the Day: In The Aeroplane Over The Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel


Sunrise over the Sierra Nevada, or "snowy range."


"One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am-a reluctant enthusiast... a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains. Run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards." - Edward Abbey


Guess what city this is? I'll tell you at the end of this paragraph if you want to look away and guess on your own! It turned out to be one of my favorite new cities but one that is really hard to get to. For my visa to get in here, I had to list every country I've been to for the last 10 years including dates of entry and exit! Uhhh that's a lot. Well, I didn't have to do it, Ruby did it for me (thanks Ruby), but it nearly drove her to the madhouse. I find the whole Visa process to be completely antiquated. If I just give them my Passport number, I AM SURE they know everywhere I have been and when I have been there. All that is in computers and so easy to look up. I've never understood the reason to fill out Visas or even those little pieces of paper as you land in countries. All these places already know everything about you before you even arrive. Anyway, rant done... but after going through all these motions, I finally made it here, to Moscow, Russia.


Tomatoes are like my favorite vegetables ever, sometimes I just go to the fridge and eat tomatoes ;P

I don't know why some people don't like tomatoes? I can't live without them ;D

I really love tomato sauce <3

I always order pizza with extra tomato sauce :P

and when I eat pasta I put extra tomato sauce too ^^

Thank Allah for all the blessings that he has blessed us الحمدالله على جميع النعم التي أنعم الله علينا

My mind feels like this from all the reading of theories especially Lefebvre Rhytmanalyis. I find it difficult to describe in a paragraph, perhaps because I have not fully grasped it.


From my readings I managed to find a pretty powerful quote which I feel describe the situations of social revolt in the middle east.


"When relations of power take over relations of alliance, when the rhythms of "the other" make impossible the rhythms of 'the self'. then a total crisis explodes, with the deregulation of all compromises, arhythmy, implosion - explosion of the city and the country"


Henri Lefebvre


Oil and enamel on panel



"One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am-a reluctant enthusiast… a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains. Run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards".


— Edward Abbey

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