Meet Petula Clark

Please forgive me for the dust all over these pictures. The person whose scanner I was using turned out to have a layer of dust and I'm just too lazy to rescan.


I'm hoping that this thursday will be a life changer. High hopes.

ripriprip

Getting pretty fed up with being in constant pain. Just as my sxsw injuries were starting to heal, I get into another stupid bike wreck (can't blame this one on anyone but myself) to give me a whole new set of aches and pains. This round is worse than the sprained ankle, scraped knee and bruises of last week though. I am grateful for not having a black eye from the handlebars jabbing my eye, not saying it doesn't feel like I do. Oh, well. My body is still young and will bounce back quickly, I'm sure.


***No animals or humans were harmed in the making of these photographs. All subjects were dead upon arrival***

Nor did my skin or even hand ever come into contact with dead subject; jus sayin.

You gimme fevuh

So CaliforniaCooool

San Benito. I was trying to capture the awesome San Benito mascot--a cheesy jerri curled man.







Please click to enlarge so I feel my exhausting efforts are made worth while...


I know how much you all love month old photos...

This is too good not to share. Here are some notes from the tropics from correspondent Jason Chu:

bizarroshutup: dude this lady on the bus today
bizarroshutup: this asian lady, with a HUGE platinum blonde crimped wig
canoodlemonster: hahahha
bizarroshutup: and there were several crimped bundles on the top standing straight up - vertically
bizarroshutup: with half-blue-half-purple tinted sunglasses
bizarroshutup: maroon lipstick
bizarroshutup: and purple spaghetti strapped with aqua lace
bizarroshutup: and a short skirt
bizarroshutup: she moved me
bizarroshutup: she. moved. me.
bizarroshutup: AND she was staring at people

Freak list material for suuure. Wish he took a picture.

Life and Death

It is interesting to me that humans have the ability to make decisions that may ultimately result in their "untimely" death. If you want, you could say that we make these decisions all day long: Do I cross the street? Do I smoke this cigarette? Get in the car? I'm not talking about those kind of choices. I am speaking of the risks we take when we decide to seek thrills and live on the edge. I personally would love to experience the thrill of sky diving or bungee jumping or hang gliding. I can't lie though, the very real risk of death in those situations is something that may hinder me from taking the plunge (lol, word play). However I have a feeling that eventually I will take the risk. If I were to die would it really be "too soon"? Perhaps for my loved ones, but I don't believe I will be aware of my absence on planet earth after death. Is that a selfish thought?

Whenever I am riding my bike on a road that does not have a bike lane (there are many roads like this in Austin) and a bus begins to whizz past me, I grip my handle bars as hard as I can, take a deep breath, and squeeze my eyes shut and envision my death by bus. If a bus has ever driven past you on your bike you know that it can be so close at times that you could reach your hand out and touch it. This is of course fairly scary. The bus is loud and fast; on my bike compared to the bus I am relatively silent and slow. I think of whether or not it would be intense pain or if it would just kill me quick and fast. A wave of relief passes me when I realize that I am still alive and well and I continue my journey. Something happens to me after these "near death" experiences, though. I start pedaling faster, faster than I ever normally pedal. I feel energized. Energized by mortality and how temporary life here on earth is. Keep on truckin!

WolfSapanther by Chelsea Shannon