U M . . . S C O R E ? ( ! ! ! )

ok, so... im just gonna start off by letting you know im tired. i really dont know why im up at the moment. well, i know why im up, but i dont know if thats the best thing for me right now... expect incoherence... like this...

jesus, im rambling.

n-e-way.

woke up dizamn early after a pretty kick ass night. lots of good friends [new and not seen in quite a while (my awesome "psychic" abilities amazed and creeped us out a few times...)], good food, and good music... and what?! ... i danced?

long story short(er); late(ish) night, early morning.

woke up at 6? no, lets be honest, 6:30 to be at margo's by 7:30 to help her clan move from silverlake to south pas. i was called in black-ops like to handle THE office. (michael, margo's husband is a photographer, and he has an office in the garage with tons of computer stuff and lots of odds and ends).

it was supposed to be pretty quick, but yeah, took the whole day. despite the heat, it was quite a bit of fun. no sunset junction... but fun (sorry, i didnt flake, i passed out when i got home for an hour and have been zombie-ing around the apartment ever since).

toward the end of packing up, margo found a box of old film critique magazines (pictured above). she cherry picked a couple and passed me about 30 kick ass issues of '50s/'60s awesomeness (more on those in other blogs... frickin' sweet).

almost right after that, michael found a box with these:


a beautiful slr minolta with three pristine prime lenses (28mm, 55mm, and 200mm) and 10-15 mixed filters. im back in motha-fuckin'-analog-business. its been almost 9 years since ive had a working FILM camera.

expect a LOT of photos from me again :)

and expect to see them here.

ok, enough dilly-dallying here, gotta do at least a couple of pages on dont breathe underwater.

good night and sweetest dreams.

-jrh