robtimko said: Your polaroids are amazing. If anyone (and I’ve never said this to ANYONE) needs to instagram, it’s you, with your fancy new smartphone camera. The challenge: Pick ONE filter and use it for the whole year. Only take ONE shot, like Eggleston
This is an intriguing idea. When I started this Tumblr on New Years Eve last year, my personal mission was to take a moment each day to acknowledge something, anything, that brought me joy. Because I was an angry curmudgeonly person that even I couldn’t stand to be around. It was certainly a challenge but as the year went on it got easier. And now things are different. Or it’s maybe not so much that things are different but that I’m different. And so I think this Tumblr can evolve into something a bit different, too. This new challenge sounds difficult - not the “only one” element because shooting with Polaroid film forces you to be discerning, discriminating, patient - but getting to the “only one” moment (and let’s be real, when you have the shot, you just know, before even pulling back the developer). But anyway, yes, I want to be challenged. I like this idea. And coincidentally, I downloaded Instagram a week or so ago but I haven’t gotten around to setting up an account yet. So I can only imagine these filters you speak of.
I have other goals which I will eventually attempt to outline in broad strokes before the year starts, but suffice to say I want to make 2014 the year that I visit the South. Yes, two summers ago I went to Savannah, but that wasn’t the real South. I want to be in a car, I want to explore. And I need to do this while I’m still a naive twentysomething, because taking this kind of trip once you’re 30 just sounds… foolish. I’ve already started my research towards putting together a reading list of Southern lit. I’m especially excited for that.
None of you needed to know any of this, but putting it on the Internet gives me something to own up to.
- middle of nowhere Brooklyn, July 21, 2007
Damn, Rob, good eye. It’s a 330 Land. I used to shoot with it pretty heavily from 2006-2009 but for some reason I just stopped. I guess I feel kind of self-conscious when I use it, and I don’t like drawing that much attention to myself. The two albums on my Facebook page (here and here) include most of the keepers from that period (some of which were even shot indoors with one-time use flash bulbs, which I burned through. Literally. Now I only shoot in full sun).
(Tumblr friends, meet Rob. Great dude.)
All I want for Christmas
is more stuff are more walls.
Vacation day #2 (of 4): Goose Island IPA, burger (medium), Rachel Kushner’s THE FLAMETHROWERS
All of today’s baseball transactions got you hungering for actual, live baseball content?
Well, you’re in luck then, friend. For tonight, the NPB is taking on the Dominican Republic in REAL, LIVE, HOT,
NUDEBASEBALL and you can watch it all on YouTube right now.
As in, the moment I post this. So click through and check it out.
(huge thanks to @yakyunightowl for the heads up)
The soundtrack, alone, is awesome. And the crack of the bat - so loud! I assume it’s echoing throughout the empty stadium.
It’s December, so pardon me while I reflect back on 2013.
The cruelest April Fool’s joke ever played on me was in 2009. My friend John told me that Woody Allen had died. I must’ve spent at least five minutes scouring the Internet for confirmation before calling his bluff. His reply: “Well, that’s what I’d heard!”
It turned out to be a well-timed joke when, a few weeks later, he came across a vinyl recording of Allen’s standup (at a yard sale, maybe?) and I received a photo from him with the caption: WOODY LIVES.
And a few weeks after that, we sat in his bedroom and listened to it (only after getting drunk and attempting to complete the New York Magazine crossword together). And then we made out. And it’s one of my favorite nights in (somewhat) recent memory.