Derelict and Dirty in: USA and the Ukraine
January 10, 2012
Courtesy of an old Fed3, un-photochopped and raw.
Light at the top of a mill. Somewhere in Minnesota in the middle of a road trip with the Aussie.
When I still thought Broken Glass was fantastic. Rooftop in St.Paul, Minnesota.
Paying my dues to ‘Angsty Lonely Chairs’ and ‘Dramatic White Space’. Factory in Pennsylvania in middle of road trip.
Dramatic Black Space. Car Factory somewhere in between Minnesota, Pennsylvania and Niagara.
Son, follow the path of light. Same Car Factory
But you know? TGC Loves YOU! Same Car Factory.
Make art from Wire + Tags. Same Car Factory.
Faux People pose in Awkward window fashion. On the way to Heavey Khemicals in Ukraine.
Follow crooked shadows nowhere. Wandering in Kiev, Ukraine.
Tipsy, Flipsy in the Bus Graveyard! Kiev, Ukraine.
Office. Pripyat Chernobyl, Ukraine.
Bleak outlook. Pripyat, Chernobyl, Ukraine.
Propaganda got them a musty closet in the middle of a nuclear disaster. Pripyat, Chernobyl, Ukraine.
Weeee feel the radicals in your hair!!! Pripyat, Chernobyl, Ukraine.
Dish up Wip-lash with a taste of Meltdown. Pripyat, Chernobyl, Ukraine.
Nature takes over the Dodge-ems. Pripyat, Chernobyl, Ukraine.
18 дней в Петербурге: Днем 14.12
December 16, 2011
To Boldly Cook What No Man Has Cooked Before: Egg/mushroom omelet with fried tomato center.
Aww, festive office decorations.
SPIBA Christmas Party.
The result of falling…after several hours and the following conversation with Dan: “Have you tried a Blue Lagoon? Nope. Have you tired a White Russian? No. Have you tried a Scarlett O’Hare? Umm, No, lets order one of each!’
China+Human Rights = Fail(again) Photos from NK.
March 4, 2011
Mayhem the perfect accompaniment to Rant.
January 24, 2011
As previously mentioned, NYTimes Lens Photo Blog is worth following-especially when the photographer featured highlights something other than war/developing countries. Here is Mayhem:
car crashes as art and sculpture-a brilliant take on PSA and a culture obsessed by disaster.
Rant by Chuck Palahniuk-
purposeful car crashes to feel alive with a culture obsessed by the macabre; where rubbernecking becomes a national pastime.
Eerie. Brilliant. Read the book (!!!) with the photos near by, suggested music is Group Four (et all) on Mezzanine, by Massive Attack.
Radiation Cocktail for the taking in 2011! (warning:…
December 15, 2010
If America Suburbia seems bad….
October 4, 2010
PSA to the Snaggletooth Bike Riders of Izzy Town
August 26, 2010
Since Murad and Elnor introduced the worthy youth of Izzy Town to the joys of biking, the trend has slowly grown in the years following the summer ’08-unfortunately, as with many sports/clothing/fun activities, biking is an activity that is strictly for males-females being in danger of losing their virginity if the road happens to be a tad bumpy-puzzling, I know.
Since the spring of ’09 I have been plagued by an army of bike riding terrors ranging in age from 5-35-this was briefly mentioned in a post a while back: Ah The Signs of Spring
in which I admitted my fantasy of taking revenge before I left Izzy Town for good.
Since I have only a few weeks left of living here; the time seemed right to start finally growing a pair (so to speak) and giving the riding twats a run for their money.
Since I was in a bad mood to start with-a lack of adrenaline has been killing my soul of late-I was just waiting, quite eagerly, for any chance to unleash my wrath.
Since it was the same 9 year old dirty, snaggletooth, Mongrel who’d been persistently harassing me-a favorite phrase, was ‘LITTLE BUNNY!!!!’ followed up with a few foul words-it took 2 near misses in the town center, outside the stately Hayder Museum, before I called him an ‘ass hole’ and pushed him and the dinky bike over.
Since the town center is paved, both bike and Mongrel landed with a good satisfying smack- for what Mongrel lacks in education, he makes up for in persistence by gamely picking up both himself and bike, giving me a look of both shock/anger and wobbling off, unhurt, to a safe distance.
Since I’m that kind of person who pushes 9 yr old twats, I didn’t even feel guilty…until several hours later, when having a moment to think, I had the sober conclusion that not only did I teach Mongrel a new swear word, I also taught him how to piss off the American with little consequences beyond a ding or two in an already shoddy bike.
Since Mongrel represented the last 3 years of harassment that I’ve sometimes lacked (ashamedly enough) the strength to stand up to on the daily, I am perfectly fine with being happy I pushed him over; however passive aggressive, wrong or bad example it might be.
And I’ll do it again