chase the light

A few years ago, George and I were sitting at Damiano’s on Fairfax one late night and Trent Reznor walks in and goes to the back room. Hmmm… interesting. Then sometime last year we’re at the Viper Room to see Riz and his band Anyone play and there ya go, Trent Reznor comes walking in to check out the band. Earlier this year, and a first by any band, he released The Hand That Feeds and Only as Protools and Garageband multitrack files on his website. He wanted to put the songs in the hands of his fans and let them hack away at them by remixing them and screwing around with them as they see fit. Then Steve calls me up and asks if I want to hit the Nine Inch Nails show at the Hollywood Bowl in October. Man, it’s very Nine Inch Naily ’round ‘ere. Trent and I have become very close, he just doesn’t know it.

So, my take on The Hand That Feeds [LINK] was that is was too fast and not evil enough. You could actually work out in the gym to the original version. I wanted something more Sabbathy with creepy shit coming in and out of it. A couple of years ago Steve and I, and Matt also, caught Marilyn Manson at San Jose State’s arena and we joked the whole show how under the stage there was a giant Evil Machine?¢‚Äû¬¢ that when fired up would produce copius amounts of evil. Whenever Marilyn Manson got particularly heavy and grindy sounding we would look at each other and yell stuff like, “You hear that? That’s evil… pure evil! They’re really cranking the Evil Machine?¢‚Äû¬¢ right now!!”. I think we laughed through the whole show at how insanely good Marilyn Manson actually was. Of course now when I try to describe what’s lacking in a song I sometimes say it needs more evil. “Hey, have you heard that new Cold Play song? Yeah, it’s cool and all, but it could use more evil“. So here’s my take on it being more evily and heavy with less Jane Fonda. A vintage Evil Machine?¢‚Äû¬¢ can go for huge amounts of money on EBay so I did my best with what I had.

[SOUNDWALK VIDEO LINK]
Yeah… just not that into sound artists all that much, but I gave Soundwalk [LINK] a shot. A little too “experimental” for my taste. I guess I was searching for something a little more whimsical. Everyone seems so serious. At one of the gallery stops, some people were writhing around on the floor to ambient music. All serious and stone faced. It would have been much cooler if they had been writhing around and laughing like mental patients or something. But no, this was serious art this writhing. We must writhe stoically to honor the memory of writhers before us who paved the path for our writhing lifestyle. Unfortunately the one thing that intrigued me didn’t seem to be working, the above musical thing. Looked cool though.

Earlier in the day I had Dim Sum with Lynn, Vicki and Steve. I realized I’d never actually done Dim Sum before. We went over to The Empress Pavilion [LINK] in Chinatown. It also seems to be the highest rated [LINK] Dim Sum place in Los Angeles. Since it’s not really a menu item but more of a way of eating it was good fun and great for picky eater like myself. I’ll try anything, but I won’t like most of it. Everything was great though and was so inexpensive.

1. Mr. Muffet’s nightmare / swimming with stars / that were underground / in dreamtime.
2. My romeo / in the river / stickley pricks / its a-mazing!
3. Mozopolis / killing time / melting L / elaborate systems underground.

What the hell’s an Exquisite Corpse? [LINK] Well… it’s a game developed during the surrealist movement in the 1930’s. I remember playing it as a kid in art class at school. Art classes, remember those? Yeah, art was actually taught in schools at one time. Anyway, it’s a collaborative way of making art that has found its way online. The basic idea is one person starts a drawing, the next person gets a tiny sliver [LINK] of the previous image [LINK] and continues the drawing, then the next, and the fourth person finishes it. Most of the time you end up with a very cool collaged image that is usually very uncanny with its connections, be it colors, themes, etc. Other times it’s a complete non sequitur. Each person also provides a name to their slice to contribute to the title of the piece. And the “Exquisite Corpse” name comes from that very thing. The four above are a few of the ones I’ve contributed to that have completed. On the first one I did the bottom piece with the Australian theme. Second one the the third part that is of an arts and crafts movement theme. The third corpse I did the first section with the city theme. Click ’em to take a closer look. I have a few more that are in the corpse cooker that I’ll post as they wrap up. To get the what, how, and who, or sign up, follow the breadcrumbs . . . . I love the fact that almost every finished corpse could be its own Fillmore poster [LINK].

Gotta love the web and overnight delivery services, they go hand in hand. Back in December I went to New York. Great time, great food, great sights. But the thing I remember the most… that pastrami sandwich from Katz deli in the Lower East Side. My God! Everything I’d ever heard was true! Yeah, there are a few naysayers about Katz, but they’re the same kinda people who think White Castle’s better than In-N-Out. I went to Katz one day and it was so good I went back the next day. I even tried to figure out a way to get another so that I could take it on my Jet Blue flight. Since they don’t feed you, that would have been the ultimate, but I couldn’t pull the timing off. I even ate the pickles that came with it. I HATE PICKLES! I never eat pickles. I hate vinegar. What’s up with that?

A good pastrami in L.A. can be found at Sorrento Italian Market on Sepulveda in Culver City. Good as it may be, it’s no Katz. So katzdeli.com and UPS to the rescue. My God, can you imagine a Pastrami sandwich from Katz overnighted to you from New York. I was in. To make it worthwhile I bought a four pound slab of meat and a loaf of rye bread.

All I can say is… mother f’er that’s good!!! Though I had to put it together, it was right on. At first I cut the slices to thick, then didn’t cut the fat off, but once I figured it all out it was spot on. The slices were WAY to thick on the first one. I had refer to my reference image of the real thing that I took back in New York [LINK]. Yep, too thick. I ate all those pickles. Me. I ate pickles. That’s messed up.

After a horrendous year of no sleep, months of doctor exams, a neurologist’s pokes and prods, a general facial paresthesias, blood lab work, ECGs, EMGs, EEGs, having to go to sleep hungry because of fasting before a test in the morning, gadolinium contrast agent shots, a couple of MRIs, including an IAC MRI (internal auditory canal), both times being stuck listening to the live semi-acoustic version of “Hotel California” while the big ‘ol magnet thumped, sputtered and clunked right outside my headphones and head coil… there is fortunately nothing “structural” in my brain. Saying they’re going to look for something “structural” is just the softest way a neurologist can say “it” without having to actually say “it”… I was prepared to be writing something very different. I feel like I aged ten years since last summer and unfortunately I think it shows. But no matter. The really bad news I had prepared for never came.

Here’s the very first photo I shot with my new camera back in September, which at the time was to take my mind off of the crazy seizure like things and the buzzing and shooting sensations my brain was sending out and down my body. I also took four months off of work after Polar Express wrapped so I could start dealing with all this and do a little traveling. Ya know, just in case. Which was probably a mistake anyway because all it did was give me the time to think about it 24 hrs a day. Literally, because I was not sleeping at all. So, hooray for doctors, nurses and imaging technology!

I still remember the first really big desktop scanner I used was about 15 years ago. It was this big honkin’ Agfa Horizon flatbed scanner [LINK]. I stuck my head in it and scanned it a whole bunch of times. For two weeks afterwards my cheeks, eyelids and forehead did nothing but twitch. And a lot! It even says not to do that right on the thing, but come on man, ya gotta! So I’ll make it easy and just blame that scanner for the past years scare. Oh, and caffeine for the heart palpitations. So instead of actually buying Starbucks coffee, I’ve been buying Starbucks stock instead and it’s working out much better for me. No more skipping and stopped beats. When I have coffee, soda, or iced tea I feel like that spider that’s hopped up on caffeine, all freaked out and no plan whatsoever [LINK].

That’s not Lee Marvin, but it is Jules. She was my roomate in college and did a nice turn in a supacool flash blowout photo from tonight’s Cinespia. Although it doesn’t really look much like her with the jutting chin and all. Her chin does no jutting in real life. It just does normal chin things. Fortunately all these years later she hasn’t held a grudge against me for turning the power off on her computer while she was typing her term paper. That one incident, to this day, has made me double check that whatever outlet I connect a computer to MUST NOT BE CONNECTED TO A LIGHTSWITCH ON THE WALL. Ugh. We were also both at home when the earthquake hit San Francisco in 1989. I remember the radio’s batteries were dead, we had no candles, and when we tried to go to the Safeway near Bernal Heights it was closed because all the front windows were blown out and the glass was all over the parking lot. Mission street, all the way to downtown, was a parking lot and all the electric buses were stuck in the road, some in mid turn. You could even see the fires in the Marina across town. Then when we got back we heard the bay bridge had collapsed from my parents and while we were sitting at the table playing cards the hardware store across the way blew up with a big fireball. What a weird night.

Anyway, nothing like that happened tonight. Her sister Leah was also there, and I remember a picture of her that Jules had in her room while at school and she was wearing something blue. I think it was a fuzzy blue sweater. Bizarre the things you remember. So whenever Jules is talking about her I think “blue” to this day. Tonight’s cinema treasure, Point Blank with Lee F-ing Marvin! Don’t make me slap you around. Cinespia in it’s 4th year has become a little unwieldy in its size.

Another year, another bunch of people running around in motion capture suits. Alex was in from Barcelona and I got to hang out with him Friday night and Ben was in from Australia and we hung out Wednesday night. So good to see friends you can’t just call everyday. Imageworks once again had their drawing classes, although there were a couple of plants being seat fillers when the crowd wasn’t big enough. Michelle and Andrea acted like they were drawing but it kinda looked like they were balancing their paychecks. I bought some software called ZBrush [LINK] that everyone’s been raving about. They had a Mac version and a show special, so I splurged. Don’t expect nuttin’.

I forgot to charge my camera batteries before leaving the house so all you get is cute goat photos at the OC fair’s petting zoo.

April 28th 1984. Twenty one years ago a group my friends from highschool went to see the Scorpions and Bon Jovi at the then fairly new Pacific Amphitheater. It was one month before highschool graduation and we were so freakin cool, oh yeah, you know it! The Scorpions were riding high on their albums “Blackout” and “Love at First Sting” and Bon Jovi was enjoying their very first hit “Runaway”. Chick band was all was thinking when I saw them. Turns out I was right. The amphitheater was eventually closed down because of the noise and traffic problem for the surrounding area but now during the O.C. fair they allow concerts. Anyway, I saw tickets for the show were going on sale and UFO was opening, who I also liked a lot. The last time I saw UFO was August 2nd, 1981. 24 years ago! Iron Maiden opened for them with original singer Paul Di’Anno, which became his last show with him in the states. So, I get to see two bands that I used to love in highschool on one night. Did you know if you buy a ticket to one on the concerts you get free admission to the fair? I didn’t. Bastards. There went 8 bucks. UFO was cool. Ran through most of hits except for Rock Bottom. The Scorpions came out and it’s almost like nothing has changed. Too funny. But, if you want to know how to be a current member of the Scorpions, here ya go. Scream a bunch of stuff into the mic that’s unintelligible because of your german accent, run around really funny in funny pants, as a guitarist occasionally hold your guitar like it’s giant penis and point it at the audience, during fast parts line up with your fellow band members in a line and rawk out while the crowd screams a lot, wear a hat because you’ve gone bald, show up at the wrong entrance and roll down your limousine window to get directions from a guy with an orange flashlight, if you’re not an original member of the band you can wear a Scorpion’s tour shirt like you’re a fan boy, if you’re said member and of look like your of american indian descent, you can wear a feather in your hair that occasionally flops forward and looks like a miniature diving board… oh just watch Spinal Tap for all the correct moves. One comparison that would be funny would be to weigh the crowd from 1984 and this crowd tonight. The beer bellies and implants alone would probably add 25%. Not saying I didn’t fit right in.

I was looking for something to do tonight after sitting inside all day working. So I thought I’d go over to the L.A. Arboretum and shoot some photos. Checked the website, they close at 5pm. It was 4:30. So that’s out. After searching around a bit I found out the California Philharmonic does outdoor concerts during the summer called Festival on the Green. And it’s tonight, and it’s at 7:30, and it’s at the Arboretum! What a weird coincidence. Tonight is all music from movies. Ah, excellent! I thought I’d actually try and see if anyone’s around and see if they might be up for this. Even if it is last minute and we had to leave right away. First call, sleeping. 2nd call, husband said she was asleep because she worked the night before, 3rd call, sister was in town and was asleep so couldn’t commit to going. How weird, I call three people and all can’t go because of sleeping. Why’s everyone asleep at 5pm on Saturday?

So I grabbed a blanket, went to the bank, ate dinner then headed over to the Arboretum where I discovered this thing is way more popular than I imagined. It was packed, but with room to grow. So, maybe I’ve been to too many rock concerts or something but unless you’re sitting right up next to the orchestra it’s never loud enough. As nice as it is, classical music doesn’t belong outdoors. It belongs in a perfectly tuned concert hall where the sound wraps around you and you can actually hear the horse hair scraping along a violin’s strings. That’s what sends chills down your spine. Not the theme from Lawrence of Arabia coming from one direction getting blown around by the slight breeze and some 20 year olds bored by it all and throwing a frisbee around in front of you. They were finally asked to stop by some event people. So two nights in a row I’ve been annoyed by people being idiots. The dry humpers last night at the movie and now the distracting frisbee throwers at the classical music concert. Why go out for entertainment? I’ve got Netflix, 50gb/34.6 days of music/12675 songs in my iTunes catalog, a refrigerator full of Guinness and Coronas, and every imaginable restaurant that will deliver right to my door.

The breakdown of the audience was all the rich folk up front and mostly over 50, and all the regular folk and young hipsters behind the castle moat in the back on the hill. See the pictures. There were peacocks running around through the crowd though. That was cool. Especially the part were the music would get all quiet and the peacocks would start squawking really loudly. That was funny. Another reason classical music belongs indoors. I don’t think you’d hear the peacocks squawking over Black Sabbath. It was nice out though. And there’s my completely random free association review of the Festival on the Green. Tomorrow, the Orange County fair and the Scorpions and UFO at Pacific Amphitheater. Rawk! Oh and Siggraph next Wednesday afternoon if you’re trying to assassinate me, or just plain avoid me.

First and last time I go to Comic-Con. These are so not my people. Although Chewbacca and R2-D2 were there. The amount of acne and male virgins that were walking around this place was second to none. Registration was funny in that they just hand wrote my name on the badge. Kinda like “Hello, my name is… Chris” I even had 4 or 5 pairs of booth boobs look at my name tag and say “Hi, Chris”. Weird. “Um, hello”. Sometimes I despise San Diego. It’s not nearly as laid back as everyone thinks it is. Everytime I go I’m sitting in my car going nowhere fast. The downtown area is a gridlocked mess. It took me and hour and half to find a parking spot. I kid you not. I gave up and was headed towards the freeway onramp when I finally found an $8.00 lot with parking. Which is a rip because they charge you less farther away from the convention center so then you have to take the trolley. Which costs 2.50. So, now it’s 10.50 to park, when you could have parked withing walking distance for a flat $10.00. It gets better. The lowest denomination bill I have is a 10. I put it in the ticket machine and the ticket costs $2.50 but the maximum amount of change the ticket machine will give back is $5 bucks. WTF? So the only way to get around this is to buy two round trip tix for $5 dollars so I can at least get $5 bucks back. Some girl showed up at the stop and I tried to just give her the ticket since it’s paid for anyway. She looked at me like I was up to something and she declined because she was going someplace else. Jeez, I give up.

The trolley finally arrived and I got to the convention center two hours after arriving in San Diego. There was a guy dressed up in black duct tape to look like The Matrix or something. I didn’t shoot photos of any attendees because I was to embarrassed for some of them to actually point my camera at them. I did get to meet Eric Joyner [LINK] finally. I’ve been following his work for a few years. Haven’t quite found the right piece by him yet. There were some great displays of “The Corpse Bride” and the “Wallace & Gromit” movie. Can’t wait for either of those. I also stopped by to see Anne Marie at Mad Yak Press [LINK]. I’ve known her for like 10 years and she lives like 200 yards from me yet I never ever get to hang with her. She gave me a free comic [LINK]. That made me happy after all the hassle. After I left, I tried to stop by Balboa Park, but again, couldn’t find parking. So I hit the road only to sit in Sunday night traffic from Del Mar to Irvine. Argh. So in the immortal words of Anchorman: “I’m Ron Burgundy, go fuck yourself, San Diego.” OK, it’s really not that bad, but still.

After I got to Irvine I stopped at a furniture store and bought a $7000 dollar couch. Yeah, you read that right. Only it wasn’t really that much, that’s just the msrp. See they were having this sale and, and… long story short my couch died so I needed one. Basically I bought a sofa I’ll have till I die. A piece of life furniture. None of this Ikea crap you throw away everytime you move. I’m guilty of a few things from there, but I am now the proud owner of a Stickley Mission Style Bow Arm Sofa [LINK]. It’s on order from the Stickley factory in Manlius, New York. It will be hand built and delivered here in about 12 weeks. All quarter-sawn oak with the forest green leather. A good synopsis of the history of the Stickley name [LINK]. They even have funny corporate videos with goofy classical music [LINK].

During Polar Express a couple white boards were used for something other than mathmatical equations and code. At work, and every other place I’ve been, there tends to be a bathroom problem with guys. The apparatus that allows us to pee standing up can be very unpredictable. For example, lets say you have a squirt gun and point it a friends face, but when you pull the trigger it hits them in the hand. That’s sorta what it’s like. Then you have to compensate by moving it in position or by standing in some weird sideways position to hit the target. The most common target being a cigarette butt in the bottom of a urinal. Anyway, the above photo should help illustrate the various bathroom inhabitants at work. “Shy Guy” is some dude who lines the stall with toilet paper so no one will look through the cracks at him. We’ve never been able to figure out who it is. Click the image to see the detail.

It might help to know this is near the parking exit of the Screen Actors Guild and not Crawford Ranch. Speaking of Bush… [LINK].

A couple years ago I came across Rachid Taha via a listening station at the Virgin Megastore. I stood and listened to the whole album and bought it. It was all I listened to for a few months. Rachid is an Algerian who lives in France and his music has a north African vibe. Even though I couldn’t understand a single word I thought it was amazing. One day at work I turned Adnan on to it and he loved it too. So tonight he called me up to see what was up and I told him that Rachid was playing at the Knitting Factory. He said one thing, “We HAVE to go!” He was right even though I was thinking about flaking out. So we hopped over and hoped it wasn’t sold out. We were in. After a couple years of waiting for Rachid to play I finally caught him. Turns out he was the second drunkest singer I’ve ever seen perform. Which was a little disconcerting at the beginning of the show as he was kinda out of it, but then by mid show the band was tight and he was singing strong. The last song he pretty much just layed on the ground. But, the show was awesome. The first drunkest singer? Shane MacGowan [LINK].

[Imageworks at Hollywood Park Gallery]

Friday night at Hollywood Park with Imageworks. And how to bet like me…

Does the horse have an amusing name? —-no—> don’t bet.

Yes.

Is the horse pretty? —no—> don’t bet.

Yes.

Have ya got $5? —-no—-> don’t bet.

Yes.

Bet on horse.

My Dad had been itching to go to a game this year and with my sister in town for my Mom’s retirement, he wanted to go for father’s day. So he bought tickets. In his excitement he bought tickets for Saturday. Which is NOT Father’s Day! And a day I had to work some overtime. So, went into work in the morning, drove to Anaheim, watched the game in the baking sun, ate dinner, drove back to L.A., was way too tired to go back to work after being out all day, since we actually missed Father’s Day on Saturday they all drove up to L.A. to meet me for lunch Sunday, then left, then I finally got back to work Sunday night to finish what I had begun Saturday morning. I’m tired, and sunburnt.

Well, it’s finally come to be. Both parents are now retired. Now my Dad no longer has the house all to himself during the day. After school there was a retirement party for my Mom. It was was not surprisingly like a school play. Little skits and people singing goofy songs. Just replace kids with adult kids. Now they’re off the the San Juan Islands to spend the summer on the new boat at Friday Harbor. And yes I’ll be going up in August to partake in free whale watching.

Zathura is hurtling towards our completion date so as people started rolling off the project we had a white trash pool party. Malt liquor in bags and pink flamingos by the blow up pool. It was crazy, man.

(click image to see the full painting) One of my favorite painters is Mark Ryden. Although these days it seems almost cliche to like him, but I still do. In January, while in Seattle, I went to the retrospective show of his at the Frye Museum. A museum show is pretty rare for a living painter. This same show later moved to the Pasadena Museum of California Art where he added his current painting “The Creatrix”. I found this photo since I actually didn’t take one of it. Not sure where I found it either. Anyway, everybody’s been going gaga over it and I was hoping he’d make a print available on his website. I’ve been hearing the original painting is going between 250K and half a million dollars. Staggering numbers.

The title of the painting “The Creatrix” is a term for the feminine creator god. The pattern spiralling down her gown is a DNA helix. There’s a Virgin Mary pin on her breast and the Santa representing the birth of Christ. Also, the central area of her dress that looks like curtains is patterned with protons, neutrons and so on. Simple life forms like a jelly fish come after that and moving down you find a fish taking it’s first steps on dry land. The evolution theme is also seen in the background where on the left side you can see a dinosaur era and to the right mammals. All the way up front you can see an infant astronaut and on the left a beehive with a clock and skeleton on it. The clock says “Tell”. Other usual Mark Ryden trademarks are an Abraham Lincoln head up near the neck line, a piece of meat, and random numbers and bugs that line the gold of her dress. Ryden also has his frames hand made in Asia. The same themes can be seen in it’s carvings. This is his masterpiece.

Being on his website mailing list, I hadn’t received anything saying there would be a limited edition. So last Tuesday as I was looking at some gallery sites that deal in Ryden’s work, I found one that said “The Creatrix” was now for sale on the official website. Oh shit, I better look… there it was for $200 and wasn’t sold out. A 200 quantity edition was released. I filled out the form as quickly as I could to lock in my order. Everything went smoothly but I didn’t receive a confirmation email. I clicked “get mail” all night long and hoped. Nothing. I checked the next morning and the site said the edition had sold out, but I still hadn’t received an email about my order. Damn, I resigned myself to not getting one. The next morning I checked my email and there was the confirmation email saying I was order number 305. Crap! Maybe that means they took extra orders in case people’s credit cards are faulty or what not. Also in my inbox was an email from Porterhouse ANNOUNCING that “The Creatrix” was going on sale! I found out later that their email system got hosed or something and none of the emails went out announcing it was on sale. Needless to say there were a lot of pissed Ryden fans that missed out. So I was one of the few that had the window of opportunity to place an order. The only problem now was if I was actually getting it with order #305. Yesterday I received an email from UPS saying I should expect delivery today. Yes!! So, knowing what a hot commodity Mark Ryden is, I logged onto Ebay to see if anyone had posted their print yet. Good lord! Someone has already sold theirs for $1300! [LINK] They seem to be consistantly selling for over a thousand. Well, mine showed up today in a huge fat tube. I even washed my hands before carefully opening it and looking at it. I got #153. Not a bad $200 purchase.

Oh, and happy days with Starbucks [SBUX] coffee too. I bought a bunch of its stock a month and half ago on the dip it’s up 20% for me already. I don’t even drink coffee! I’m a friggin’ Warren Buffett.

[DRIVING VIDEO LINK]

I sped up to the Humboldt redwoods, as evidenced by my speedometer photo below. Ok, it was only 104 really, but I had cruise control on. I made my way to the Avenue of the Giants again like I did last year. This year though I had the ultimate ride for doing this. My Honda S2000 convertible! Oh yeah, top down, radio blasting and the camera clicking away from the tripod mount between the seats. After tooling around all day on Sunday and swimming in the river I called up Keith and Shelli on my way down to see what they were up to. Being well connected as they are they were at a party at [Angus’] in the Mission. They lured me with an invitation for a burger. Which was great because I didn’t have any cash on me, but that only made me have to go to the bank to get money for the bridge crossing. Which is why I got a Wells Fargo account when I first went to school in San Francisco. They’re everywhere, and right next to me as I got off the phone. And there was a burger sitting on the grill when I arrived. Sweet. So a recap, I took my cool ass convertible up to the redwoods, drove around a lot, swam in a river, ate sandwiches, oh, saw Revenge of the Sith in a theater in Ukiah, shot a photo of a dead deer outside of Willits, went to Angus’ party in the city, and saw Keith and Shelli and their dog Stoli, who’s apparantly been eating too many cheetos and watching a lot of TV. Oh yeah yeah yeah… I bought a tripod head for the car that installs in place of the small wind shield between the seats. So you just attach a camera and go driving around. Which is what the video is of, um, me driving around. It was shot with my still camera at a frame a second and then all linked together.

I also redesigned the website. If something’s broken, I know. I just got tired of having the old site up while this one’s been sitting there waiting. The new rules are: photos are big, the latest entry is the only one on the main page, each post has its own page that can accessed by clicking on the time stamp at the bottom of the entry, each entry can be emailed by clicking on the little envelope icon at the bottom of the entry, the monthly archives are now in a pull down menu for less clutter, so if you missd something just go to the month you want, the lists are somewhat there, the travel galleries are still f’ed up. But not as much. The older the gallery is the more likely it’s been ignored. Whew.

This is Cutie. She’s a longhair that recently got shaved for the summer. Except for her head, tail and paws. But my point is that I picked up a new lens. The widest angle zoom lens Canon makes for my camera. The EF-S 10-22mm f/3.5-4.5 USM, or 16-35mm on my 20D. If that means anything. It also makes people have really big noses and cats have no bodies. The salesman said it gets the chicks.