Wednesday, September 28, 2005
I'm in Vancouver, BC right now and I dig it. I arrived yesterday evening and was sent through immigration in addition to customs because I'm here on business, I guess. Or maybe I looked suspicious, what with the dark cloud of evil emanating from my cold, black heart and all. Anyway, I'm in downtown Vancouver till Friday and I plan to find hot Canadian chix to make out with sometime before then.
I decided not to open for Artwalk. Instead, I am inviting people to visit so that we can spend time walking around, looking at art, drinking, and making fun of hippies. It should be a grand old time. I also came up with an idea for mounting my favorite photo which should look hella cool and make people who see it in the gallery downstairs REALLY upset that I'm not open. Alternately, it will make them give me money, and I'm all for that.
When I get home this weekend I am vacuuming every exposed surface in my entire loft and purchasing this scanner which will make my life so much easier. My current scanner, also an Epson, is great and scans 35mm and medium format beautifully, but the process takes forfuckingever because I have to load the film into a film holder one section at a time, which means that it takes at least an hour or more to scan one roll of 35mm film. This new one will let me feed it in automatically so I can just go do other shit like take more photographs or advance my plans for world domination. And then of course I'll probably buy a Hasselblad and be stuck scanning shit manually again anyway. Oh, woe is me. Hah.
I have the best projects ever on my plate and the best friends a drunken whore from upstate NY could ever ask for. Thanks, universe.
babbled by Kat @ 11:46:00 PM |
Thursday, September 22, 2005
All I've got is a photograph:
Today I am taking several rolls of film to the photo lab to have them rush processed. The results of the processing will determine whether or not I open my studio for the fall Artwalk this year. I like showing at Artwalk, but this fall it will be November 12-13. The week prior to it, I will be in Switzerland. The week after, I will be in New Jersey. I am okay with flying home from Europe on the 11th, attending Artwalk, and then flying to New Jersey on the 14th, but I am the opposite of excited about spending every single spare moment I have up until the end of October printing, framing, and hanging photographs, not to mention spending the night of the 11th frantically scrubbing my entire house after having been on an airplane for 12 hours. Therefore, it is highly unlikely that I will open, but if the photos I get back are ass-numbingly stunning I may reconsider.
I've set up a new Flickr account for my suspension photos and some travel stuff; right now there's just one suspension shot and a few of the WTC area. I'd upload more stuff right but I've already hit my upload quota for the month, so you'll just have to wait until I upgrade it to a Flick r pro account. You know, in my spare time.
In the meantime, enjoy the photos of destruction and flesh hooks. I'm off to deal with that stuff your grandparents told you about called "film processing".
babbled by Kat @ 3:49:00 PM |
Monday, September 19, 2005
Can I steal your mind?
I went to New York this past week for work and I think I managed to jack up my sleep schedule and my immune system but good. I took the redeye on Sunday night (mistake #1) and arrived in the morning and spent time with my pal Steph, then took a train up to Albany. I took a nap mid-day instead of going to bed early and letting my body get accustomed to that time zone (mistake #2), which led to me getting like 3 hours of sleep Monday night. I spent the next three days working, then took the train back down to NYC on Thursday evening. I then stayed out way too late with Jenni, James, and a couple of hot boys. My body rebelled the next day by not allowing me to keep food down. (And no, I didn't drink too much, kthx.) So I didn't eat all day (mistake #3) and then stayed out too late again with my friends Tony and Jessa. We knew it was time to call it a night when we were all sitting around a table at a bar with no drinks sleepily talking about the cute things our cats do. Heh. My oldness is rubbing off on people!
Saturday, I hopped on a plane back home and since my upgrade didn't clear (shocking!), I chose seat 10F on an AA 757 (mistake #4). This will probably only be significant to those of you who fly enough on American to be familiar with their seating configurations. Anyway, seat 10F is in the second row of coach and has no seat in front of it, so there's extra legroom. However, it's not a good seat if you get cold easily, because your feet are right next to the door. Even though the doors are sealed and all, that seat and its counterpart on the other side, 10A, tend to be really fucking freezing because it's cold near the doors. So, I bundled myself under two blankets and a long-sleeved sweater, but I was still shivering the whole way home. About an hour into the flight, I started to notice that I was not only shivering, but I felt feverish and achy as well. Super! Anyway, when I got home I popped a couple of ibuprofen with codeine (yes, it exists, and I thank the baby Jesus for it every day) and settled in for a fitful sleep.
Sunday, I woke up to the cat alarm (which thankfully didn't go off until 10:30) and then napped off and on until about 2, but I'm still achy, slightly feverish, and kind of generally blah. I'm really hoping it's just my body's way of saying, "dude. slow the fuck down," because I have to actually leave the house and be productive in front of other humans for 3 days this week and then fly to 4 different cities in the 4 weeks following that. I really don't want to fly if I'm sick, and in fact, will not do so, especially with a head cold.
The moral of this story is that I need to either a) travel less or b) acquire a better immune system.
In my delirious state, I decided to create a new playlist that contains Negativland, Black Sabbath, Joan Jett, The Damned, The Melvins, The Swans, Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus, 45 Grave (RIBOFLAVIN!), PJ Harvey, The Dead Milkmen, The Nymphs, The Marionettes, The Normal, Pailhead, The Revolting Cocks, Skinny Puppy, Marilyn Manson, Front 242, My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult, Interpol, The Cocteau Twins and Garbage. What, I'm goth, deal with it. Also, I like to listen to obscure bands whose lead singer peed on an executive's desk at Geffen and make slightly schizophrenic mixes that somehow manage to work fucking perfectly together. Deal with that, too.
P.S. This what I looked like at my prom. Fear the spookiness.
babbled by Kat @ 12:23:00 AM |
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Sorcerers of death's construction:
Right now I'm in Albany. The last time I was here, there was a firefighters' convention in the hotel. This time, there's a sherriff's convention. Apparently, people who dig badges and sirens also dig Albany. Rock and roll.
I was a dumbass and took the redeye on Sunday night, so my brain still hasn't figured out what the hell time zone I'm in. It's really humid here, so my hair is increasingly large; I figure that by the time I go back to the city I'll look like I should just keep on going till I get to the Jersey shore circa 1988.
In other news, there are a bunch of things that I want to happen, such as the semi-move to NYC, but instead of proceeding immediately like I have done in the past, I am having to exercise patience in order to do things in a sustainable manner. This is quite a feat, as I am known for being slightly less patient than a howler monkey with ADD.
I almost bought a lottery ticket tonight. If my numbers win, I'm going to be pissed.
This post brought to you by lack of sleep and very large hair.
And no, you can't see pictures.
babbled by Kat @ 7:37:00 PM |
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Don't take time away:
At least for the time being, I am going to be focusing on work, photography, travel, and my burgeoning role as the evil mastermind of a major crime syndicate. So forgive me if I don't post as much or respond to e-mails/comments quickly. September-December is always a super busy time for my group at ye olde nerdjob, and add prep for Artwalk, apartment hunting, and the enslavement of all mankind on top of that and I get a bit overstretched.
That said, this weekend ruled. The only things that did not occur as expected were a pedicure, waxing, bail, any and all involvement with an attorney, watersports, and death. I must thank the ubermeep for being a most excellent hostess and her cat, HRH Eloise, for allowing me to stay there for an evening. I also must thank James for being a complete camera nerd and beer snob with me, the beautiful Melissa for sharing drinks and wonderful memories, Mike for indulging my penchant for taking artsy photographs of old buildings and insisting we go to McSorley's (mmm, cheese plate), the ever lovely Jessa for being a good sport and actually eating the cheese plate, Tony for schooling me on the finer aspects of real estate acquisition in NYC, and Adam for his excellent assistance in helping me turn 31. I had an awesome time with all of you.
babbled by Kat @ 12:51:00 PM |
Friday, September 02, 2005
Really, really smelling good, you know:
I am taking a few days off and heading out to spend a few days
sexually harassing spending time with friends and taking photographs of everything that is of any vaguely remote interest. I will, of course, attempt to photoblog the trip, so keep your eyeballs on Buzznet for highlights, which may or may not involve sex, cameras, computers, watersports, waxing, shopping, the purchase of real estate, an attorney, monkeys, art, a pedicure, single malt whisky, lube, bail, midgets, tattooing, and/or the sweet, sweet release of death.
babbled by Kat @ 2:55:00 PM |