Yesterday I was assisting a student of "slow, real"photography, and whoa was that an eye opener... I still think "shoot first, ponder the pictures later" is a valid approach, but seriously.. that's not photography! It would be swell to learn both more consciously.
Last tuesday I was at a RATM concert: they were, uhm, too slick (but at least they didn't pretend either, so I can't say I hold it against them, those songs are SOOO old), but that didn't matter, I was much to busy surviving haha. I was literally out of breath after 20 seconds and from then on just... I never boxed but that's how it felt: like being totally exhausted but trying to not get knocked out. Plus screaming like a banshee whenever a refrain I knew reached my numb skull, of course. Great fun, good exercise, for 1/3 of the price I would do it every week!
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dear diary,
i feel healthy and wholesome having managed to get through a big festival gig in barca... 3 days with about 3 hours sleep and no chemical assisstance... something i hadn't realised until i got home.
it's now sunny in blighty as well, so i can try to keep momentum up on my vanity tan.
if only i could be arsed to go outside...
i feel healthy and wholesome having managed to get through a big festival gig in barca... 3 days with about 3 hours sleep and no chemical assisstance... something i hadn't realised until i got home.
it's now sunny in blighty as well, so i can try to keep momentum up on my vanity tan.
if only i could be arsed to go outside...
Dear diary,
George Carlin died.
George Carlin died.
Dear Diary...
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Dear Diary...
blah-di-blah?
blah-di-blah?
Dear Diary...
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Dear Diary...
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Dear Diary...
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In the pit these days:
http://www.oyafestivalen.no
Wednesday's highlight was Mogwai - amazing concert. Norwegian Black Metal legends Mayhem deserve a mentioning. Thursday's price splits between Animal Alpha (NO) and Jamie Lidell (UK). Today's best effort was Fleet Foxes (US). Not my cup of tea, but the concert was amongst the best Ive seen so far.
Shame my tinitus requires both earplugs and a headset - I hear mostly bass. Or should I say: feel, Im right in front of a rack of 50 inch motherfuckers.
http://www.oyafestivalen.no
Wednesday's highlight was Mogwai - amazing concert. Norwegian Black Metal legends Mayhem deserve a mentioning. Thursday's price splits between Animal Alpha (NO) and Jamie Lidell (UK). Today's best effort was Fleet Foxes (US). Not my cup of tea, but the concert was amongst the best Ive seen so far.
Shame my tinitus requires both earplugs and a headset - I hear mostly bass. Or should I say: feel, Im right in front of a rack of 50 inch motherfuckers.
Dear Diary...
*self-censored because it was mostly/totally self-righteous bullshit*
*self-censored because it was mostly/totally self-righteous bullshit*
yesterday I was attacked by a dog and bitten badly enough to need going to hospital to get patched up
anybody what to guess just where I was bitten ?
ciao
db
1: Last night I realized, once again, what really hurts me is my own shitty behaviour, NOTHING else. That fucking lust for revenge, or to at least think and talk bad about people, which is the same, revenge... gahhhhhhh. Mind you, that realization was more or less a necessity, not really a grand insight... I had driven myself so far into the corner that it was either getting it (once again *ahem*) or getting sick. Yeah yeah, the world and some people in it are not perfect - but when you start hating, and do it as successfully and extremely as I do, that is when it just gets more painful! And thatīs not even mentioning not being perfect myself, even without any morality attached it makes plain sense to forgive and love and stuff, itīs a health thing....
2: Woke up to a guy standing in my room. I donīt think he was a pro thief or anything, because he had no shirt on, no bag for loot, smelled of alcohol... he talked something about him and his woman... at first I thought it was about a guy who nearly broke my nose a week ago and of whom I had taken a picture more or less out of spite (I didnīt go to the police about that, have deleted the picture already, but why let HIM know that...), then I understood it as he thinking I had taken pictures of him and his woman sleeping or fucking, my camera bag could have given him that idea, but actually he was saying "camera", and that means "room" in Spanish... but hey, cut me some slack here heh, I wasīt scared but not well rested at all and woke up to a big guy standing in the corner of my room looking at me. I was so confused (not to mention nearly blind without my contact lenses and just wearing boxer shorts, with a nose that still hurts when touched....) that I was just glad when he left... then I was looking for my wallet, and found it and my digicam (NOT my DSLR) missing... so I guess it was some sort of misunderstanding and that he could not resist taking the stuff. Then again, if it was something about his woman - why did he not wake me up, if he thought I had been with her or something? Strange, strange, but also not as clear cut as a thief making up a story on the spot. I *had* to go to the police because of my ID, otherwise I might seriously have let it slip, because hey, now that I got little bit of inner peace Iīm not going to throw it away that easily (see 1).
Sooo.... I canīt wait until the "holidays" are over and I can sit quietly at my PC and sort out the pictures.... maybe watch a movie... ahhh, the peace and quiet of Berlin!!!! Heh.
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2: Woke up to a guy standing in my room. I donīt think he was a pro thief or anything, because he had no shirt on, no bag for loot, smelled of alcohol... he talked something about him and his woman... at first I thought it was about a guy who nearly broke my nose a week ago and of whom I had taken a picture more or less out of spite (I didnīt go to the police about that, have deleted the picture already, but why let HIM know that...), then I understood it as he thinking I had taken pictures of him and his woman sleeping or fucking, my camera bag could have given him that idea, but actually he was saying "camera", and that means "room" in Spanish... but hey, cut me some slack here heh, I wasīt scared but not well rested at all and woke up to a big guy standing in the corner of my room looking at me. I was so confused (not to mention nearly blind without my contact lenses and just wearing boxer shorts, with a nose that still hurts when touched....) that I was just glad when he left... then I was looking for my wallet, and found it and my digicam (NOT my DSLR) missing... so I guess it was some sort of misunderstanding and that he could not resist taking the stuff. Then again, if it was something about his woman - why did he not wake me up, if he thought I had been with her or something? Strange, strange, but also not as clear cut as a thief making up a story on the spot. I *had* to go to the police because of my ID, otherwise I might seriously have let it slip, because hey, now that I got little bit of inner peace Iīm not going to throw it away that easily (see 1).
Sooo.... I canīt wait until the "holidays" are over and I can sit quietly at my PC and sort out the pictures.... maybe watch a movie... ahhh, the peace and quiet of Berlin!!!! Heh.
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but actually he was saying "camera", and that means "room" in Spanish
That isn't actually true, camera means camera. *shrugs*
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