GERALDINE CLARKE, MY MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER

"Jackson Hole, Wyoming" by Alfred Eisenstaedt for LIFE magazine.

SITTING BY THE WADING POOL, CHLORINE BLUE

YOU FILL YOUR HEAD WITH CULTURE, YOU GIVE YOURSELF AN ULCER

I cannot believe it. I am devastated. I feel indifferent towards almost every person in my life.
It's horrible. Yet, it's clarity and simplicity is comforting. And nerve-racking.

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle has absolutely blown my mind, and I'm not even half way through it. Afterwards, I plan on diving into Kafka on the Shore, Norwegian Wood, and Sputnik Sweetheart. Haruki Murakami is amazing.

Here are two recent favorites from Flickr, first by treblig シ and the other by ::pelican::.

I AM AN INTRICATE CHEMICAL FACTORY!

My laptop got sick on Sunday and won't be home from the computer-hospital until Saturday. Anyways, with the lack of computer in my life (I'm on my parent's right now), I am experiencing much more free time. I just began reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Murakami, which is incredible so far. Tomorrow Alex is lending me Hey Nostradamus by Douglas Coupland and on Friday Henry is lending me Watchmen! So I have tons of time for books and photography. And speaking of my favorite pastime, I have new photos!

I'M A GENIUS ALL THE TIME

I have developed no photos since my last post and therefore, have nothing to show you, unless I feel like digging up something old. Which I might, but let me write first.

I have come to terms with the fact that I am not in the slightest bit punctual.
I am only punctual when I need be, like when writing persuasive essays which my English 10 teacher praises and praises like he just discovered God and inhales and consumes as if his life is dependent on reading my horrible, generic persuasive essays which honestly bore the me to tears but I don't mind them much because they are going to get me an A in English 10.(Whereas that run-on sentence will not get me an A in English 10.)

But besides trying to have a somewhat-intelligent conversation with someone I like but making no sense whatsoever (although it is crystal clear in my own mind), I think I'll be okay. Speaking and conversing have never been my strong points.(Ha-ha-ha, points! Punctual? Get it?)

I'm also not very funny.

But I can take a semi-decent photo. Which, thankfully, is what I'm aiming for.

I WAS NEVER THAT INTERESTING

This weekend I'm having a "B" movie marathon, consisting of: The Breakfast Club, Billy Elliot, Bonnie and Clyde, and Burn After Reading. Speaking of the second letter of the alphabet, I'm dying my hair brownish-black tonight!

THERE'S TOO MUCH CAFFEINE IN MY BLOODSTREAM

My science teacher gave me five rolls of expired film today. As a gift, or something. His name is Sheldon and he was born in Port Alberni. His sons are really cute. I bought a skylight filter yesterday. I'd like to use it, but the Vancouver autumn weather is so dreary!
I'm working on developing more photos soon!

Some old pics (I want to get into in-the-moment portraits again) :

THE PENTAX K1000 CAME

So I bought a cheap roll of 12 exposures and used it up. While waiting for the photos to develop, I talked to the guy at my local (and pretty good) camera store about lenses and filters and bought a used polarizing filter for two dollars. I then got to photos, took 'em home and immediately scanned them.

Asides from my trip to the camera store, I spent the day nursing my post-Halloween hangover and watching all five installments of "The Best Videos of the '80s" by Vh1.

And the photos: