Farming the Oceans, the Moon and Antarctica.

got a chance to catch modest mouse at the grove in anaheim on saturday. while it was a bit daunting to mix with the bros... at least i had a little sanity with me in the form of rebecca.

sirens.

audio quality is not superb, but it was quite stellar never the less.

this gentleman dancer was more than pleased to catch some tunes.

i did not initially agree, but probably the longest wait for an encore since the pumpkins in '96. cigarettes take time... cigarettes take time.

colours.

new!/new!/new!

ive been taking more pictures lately, and for once, theyre not with my iphone (although, i did just get a 3gs! booyah, macro focus!). i shot these with some canon dslr. i have no idea what the specs are, it's a camera from christian and sammys school... i just know it was slow as hell (between f3.2 and f5.6).

in other picture news, i turned in my very first ever roll of 120mm i shot with my holga (which i got for christmas) and i should be getting those back friday (ilford delta400).

if you want to see the rest of this night of bastardliness, clicky:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jaimeryanheintz/

june, already.

BOOYAH.

it's been far, far too long since i last posted, but here's a few from some ramblings with the iphone. one day, i swear i'll get a proper camera... seriously.

bastard color study.

to topple the world!

the office beset with earthquake weather.

sneaking up on vampires.

hold your breath, they bite.

underwater lighting.

pre-honda-ya excitement.

bastard below bastard.

unsettling at the very least.

theyre huge in japan... or they will be.

how do you choose when it's all delicious?

obviously thinking about the croquettes.

no pinkie, no class, sorry bastard.

where. is. the. food.

purposely made this dark enough to CRUSH the D-on-D.

he knew it was coming.

and tried to act betrayed... though his heart desired no other thing.

bastard on bastard.

the glass will surely kill us... if it gets the second chance...

the wandering iphone pt2

this was the table i used to play under when i was a kid. this table was my spaceship.

at anja's. it's still inside me... somewhere...

after dinner in the city with jolene.

the morning i left.

first show at the place where river phoenix died.

it's fuzzy. trust me.

end of some things.

william mason the third.

sad little orphanage.

production design field trip.

couldnt be more clear.

the boss.

work for a bit.

hero. man. doyle.

i still think you can crush a keg with people.

i quit.

creeper.

stalker.

some improvisation. some delicious improvisation.

douglas chung.

my friend the bluejay. he likes my tunes.

sad day. wish i could have taken you home. fixed you up. sent you on your way.

secret dream: fashion photographer.

park with cigarette and bike.

the grand bastard with beer on bucket.

accidental product of the modern age.

the los angeles theatre.

just a man. just a man.

raw stock.

finished. (sorry, but daikokuya IS the best ramen in town.)

blue chip. bright night.

relax. i got this.

fuck.

blessed with good luck before the end of the year.

dont think ive seen two people more happy in a best buy.

my brother, mumbling around like mr. bean.