In California

Everyone has an awesome car in California.

A Conversation

"I saw y' taking pictures'a that sea lion pup. He washed up 'bout a week ago. Couple'a people were lookin' at him wond'rin where th' mother was. Guess he didn' make it."



"I guess he's just a meal for the rest of the beach."



"Maybe't's better that way."

9 to 5

This is a sampling of the people related to me. The poll has a margin of error of +/- 5. The short story is that my brother got married (he and Jenny are in the center and scattered throughout the collage). Yes, I shot my own brothers wedding and no I don't recommend it -- working a family event means you don't get to enjoy it as much as you might if you were just, say, drinking or entertaining babies or eating (in that order). However if you are the type of person who hates his or her family, this new form of practical isolation might be good for you and might endear you to them.

The long story is that I've been trying to hold working office hours to get the film done. This means that there is no film from Antimagic and Talk Normal at Silent Barn, nor is there any film from [All Nines] and Japanther from last night (8/24/08). I am behind, and I've been neglecting my precious, precious blog. This is going to get worse before it gets better -- I'm off to Redding, PA (Huh?), Pittsburgh (PA) and Buffalo (NY) this week for a food show or somesuch. Details are sketchy at best. All I know is that the Redding Phillies and Pittsburgh Pirates are in their respective towns and I will get to see my long lost friend Ashley and her flock of children in Buffalo.

Then, Fashion Week, Season 8 -- The Return.

At The Drive In

The Drive In is where the swap meet happens on weekends, which is personally significant because it's where Gersh and I would go crate diving in search of old and/or awesome records. Recall that the mid-to-late 90's were the early years of vinyl revivalism and you could still get copies of basically any record for a dollar or less. We often bought boxes for ten bucks and divided them between ourselves sight unseen. I was really into The Who then. There was also a selection of the typical swap meet expendables including cheap leather working gloves, tools made of poor-quality steel and cholo shirts which usally had airbrushed Virgin Marys and Jesuses on the front.

Apparently the property is still owned by Metropolitan Theaters, though one has to wonder how long that will last with Goleta becoming the new Wild West of Santa Barbara County. The major buildings are still standing including the snack bar and projection house (both pictures housed in this set on my Flickr,. Apparently the airport shuttles idle their time there between shifts so the grounds are usually populated to some extent. The other drive in in Goleta is the SBA long term parking lot, so it's ALWAYS populated.

I left my car idling in the driveway of the theater to go fire off these quick pictures -- probably a bad idea positionally, considering I ran around the corner and out of view of the car. I don't know why I ran. I seemed like I had to avoid the workers there for some reason. Most likely I just didn't want to have to interact with anyone.