Friday, October 29, 2010

Both my compasses are out and I am trying to find Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

I am over land but it's broken.

I am sure I'm in the Keys but I don't know how far down and I don't know how to get to Fort Lauderdale.

Waste My Time, Please

GIRL AT COUNTER:  So I'm looking for this book?

CJB:  Yeeeeeees?

GAC:  Ackman in Islam.

CJB:  What kind of book is it?

GAC:  It's a famous book!

CJB:  Can you tell me anything more about it?

GAC:  This New York magazine writer went to this Nazi court Islam.

CJB:  [walks to shelf, wordlessly hands over Eichmann in Jerusalem]

We cannot be sure where we are.

Repeat: Cannot see land.

We can't find west. Everything is wrong.

We can't be sure of any direction.

Everything looks strange, even the ocean.

We can't tell where we are...everything is ...can't make out anything.

We think we may be about 225 miles northeast of base.

We are entering white water, nothing seems right.

We don't know where we are, the water is green, no white.

We are completely lost.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
MASK: The Rocky Dennis Story, by James Harvey

NSFW!  NSFW, mysogynistic, and pretty tasteless.  But well-paced and beautifully drawn, in a kind of Dave Cooper-meets-Al Columbia kind of way.
High Praise

GUY AT THE TILL:  You've been to Portland?

CJB:  Many, many times.

GATT:  This store is just like Powell's!  Only...y'know...smaller.

CJB:  Give me twenty years.
Digital photographs -- single exposures, cropped and levelled but otherwise unaltered -- in dialogue with photographs -- analog pictures scanned and digitally altered; composites; multiple exposures -- made in the same place.
Sunday, October 24, 2010

Westward (Extended Edit), 2010

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