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And go on and be your dysfunctional self
Life's too short to play someone else
'Cause being normal is just a trap
But you're never so gone that you can't turn back
So go on and be unpredictable
Shatter the glass when it's half full
The audience has waited all this time
You're well-rehearsed and you know your lines
So introduce them to
The wonderful dysfunctional you
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴏɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴀʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ.
Well, I guess I ended up taking the long way home… I’d departed Ottumwa shortly after lunch, making a pit stop in Albia before trying to head north/west. I had heard a train clear up a warrant at Ottumwa, which I thought was a Bayard-bound CSX hopper train. “Unfortunately” it turned out to be the GALLIN. But moments after I shot that, I heard the CSX train clear its warrant so I figured I’d drive back toward Eddyville so I could shoot it and hop back on the highway and blast off.
Well, after shooting that, I slipped into Osky to shoot a stationary MW train with a couple nice older motors and just as I finished shooting that, I got a text from Matt that the 1066 had passed the Grinnell camera “about half an hour ago.” I guess I was late enough that I said fuckit and went for that. Of course, my plan was to once-and-done it at the bridge north of New Sharon, but the autofocus didn’t like something and I blew the shot. Fuckit again, I’ll just chase it back to Osky and grab a bunch of views I’d neglected through the years. I am pretty happy with my mistake at New Sharon in hindsight because it got me this…
Well, I guess I ended up taking the long way home… I’d departed Ottumwa shortly after lunch, making a pit stop in Albia before trying to head north/west. I had heard a train clear up a warrant at Ottumwa, which I thought was a Bayard-bound CSX hopper train. “Unfortunately” it turned out to be the GALLIN. But moments after I shot that, I heard the CSX train clear its warrant so I figured I’d drive back toward Eddyville so I could shoot it and hop back on the highway and blast off.
Well, after shooting that, I slipped into Osky to shoot a stationary MW train with a couple nice older motors and just as I finished shooting that, I got a text from Matt that the 1066 had passed the Grinnell camera “about half an hour ago.” I guess I was late enough that I said fuckit and went for that. Of course, my plan was to once-and-done it at the bridge north of New Sharon, but the autofocus didn’t like something and I blew the shot. Fuckit again, I’ll just chase it back to Osky and grab a bunch of views I’d neglected through the years, like this sweet wooden bridge north of Lacey.
Well I'm walking down the line
I'm walking down the line
I'm walking down the line
My feet'll be a flyin'
To tell you 'bout my troubled mind
I've got a heavy headed gal
I've got a heavy headed gal
I've got a heavy headed gal
She ain't a feeling well
When she's better only time will tell
My money comes and goes
My money comes and goes
My money comes and goes
And rolls and flows and rolls and flows
Through the holes in the pockets of my clothes
I see the morning light
I see the morning light
I see the morning light
Well it's not because I'm an early riser
I didn't go to sleep last night
much of 2023 was spent in my head. it's not a vacation destination I would recommend.
what felt like a self indulgent retreat gradually turned into a sabbatical.
forward, you see, was hazy and frantic and if you've ever seen those NASA experiments where they gave spiders drugs,.... i felt like the poor spider that got the caffeine. all the others seemed to have a pretty great time.
I wound up going through terabytes of old photos. 12 years worth.
the separation of time is a wonderful thing. while you do get the nostalgic cuddles that you came for,.... you also start seeing patterns.
there were certain themes that I kept shooting, borders that I would get close to but shy away from at the last minute. once in a while i would cross and explore tentatively, but when it came time to share, they stayed locked away in drive c or d or some other generically labelled folder.
my mistake was trying to write the artist's statement before actually doing the work. perhaps I thought that direction would provide direction, how silly of me.
it's like planning a trip using google maps. sure you can plot things out, down to the minute, but once your boots hit the ground, you see that google maps forgot to mention that despite it being a straight line to get from A to B, there's also a fucking bog in the way.
Pouring over old work has been cathartic and more importantly eye opening. Those borders I would peek into once in a while, the ones I was uncomfortable crossing for too long ... that's where the magic is. I think. Maybe.
Got my passport and a good pair of shoes and went over about 6 months ago. The tourist honeymoon phase is over and I still dont want to go home.
Going into the past and living there for a while gave my brain the much needed pause. Byung-chul Han and his boredom being the ultimate relaxation for the brain. It reset things and the patterns became clear.
Going back also resulted in me picking up my film cameras and falling love again with the ground glass after years of LCD screens. And realizing that yeah film is pricey, but if you know what you're shooting, it's not that bad. I can skip a couple of lunches. That would make my doctor happy.
Going back and what I'm working on now also means Flickr is probably the best place for it.
Writing this, here, again, once more, it's so nice. I wish I hadnt wasted years chasing price.
As usual I could be wrong and change my mind after I hit the upload button but fuckit, atleast it'll be fun so let's go fuck around and find out. :)
So yea I was roaming around Sweden with my BurnUnit set and decided to partake in what the Swedish graffiti scene has to offer..
what did it offer?
A blown out asshole of a building covered in snow and ice 2.5 hours away from the damn city!
These cats out here man.. I shit you not are out painting on barns and cows kid.. I SHIT YOU NOT.. these fools painting on bails of hay homie.. bails of hay.. I swear I saw a horse ride by with a tag on its ass.
fuckouttahere..
so I meet up with my gracious host the illustrious Puppet of swedish royalty.. dude is the MAN.. but sure can get you worried about life with his driving.. this fool wasnt speeding yo.. he was qualifying..
I bet the trip to this wall was probably a 6 hour drive but he made it there in 2.5.. this fucking guy was flying.
yes.. you see it right.. that is fuckin snow.. im from ATL dammit.. A.. T.. L.. we got a black belt in Humid and HOT in ATL dammit.. you see that right there... SNOW... Im going to FAIL my bachelors in cold.. DAMMIT!
So one this was I had limited paint.. cause I didnt know what to expect out here in the asshole of Meltankos or the snatch of Skaldi.. so I brought the easy plums.. fuckit.
My paint was freezing to the wall.. im not sure if it stuck or not.. but it stuck to something.. and I was on a piece of charred top of what was originally this building.. Teror did his thing with swamp freeze in his shoes and puppet got all bows and ribbons and shit.. but we did have a good time..
Ill tell yall this.. dont go to Sweden thinking you gonna rock a quick wall or something.. drop tags in the city like I did(and wished I took pics of) drunk in molest mode at all the exquisite Swedish valkyries.. I played SkeeLo half the time to those clydesdale bitches though.. The broads are goddamn TALL.. I had to use my grappling hook to holler at these giraffe bitches.. I shit you not homie.. 3 TIER scaffold to stare at some titties..
*stallone face.
shoutout to Streetcorner for the flick.
Why do I need to be beautiful? Why is it so important for women to always be perceived as attractive? I have a lot more to offer and well fuck it... I don't need to pleasing to anyone else but me.
Custom built by Sig O - Body: Swamp Ash & Bobinga with Figured Walnut pick-guard. Neck: Pau Ferro. I haven't made a concerted effort to learn how to play. Was on Skillshare for a bit, but who has time or $ for new hobbies?
This is a really rough b&w version of the color photo bc I just cannot-even tonight. It's not done!
Mixed media: Pencil, watercolor and ink wash on paper. 11 x 14 in.
#Inktober2024 #violin #guitar #fuckit #sketch
My entry for Round 2 of the PMG Tournament.
(see that fancy thing in the bottom right corner? supposed to be a T for tournament)
Please, if you like my build, vote for it so I can proceed to the next round.
I want to thank everyone who voted on my last gun (there were a lot of you, far more than I ever expected) and got me this far.
I'm competing against Leto. As in Duke. Yeah, THE Duke. Needless to say, I'm very nervous/anxious/intimidated about this fact. Scared crap-less? pretty dang close.
So take a look at this gun, take a look at the gun Duke submits, and than vote.
I hope mine is good enough to earn your vote. I'm pretty happy with it, but I haven't seen what it is running against yet, so...
Yeah. View. Vote.
Alright! Duke's gun is up: www.flickr.com/photos/paullittle/7142564025/
You can like/fav either one, but can only vote for one of us. Please, look at both guns, and vote for the gun you think should win.
I think the voting is still "+1" yes? I think that is what I see others doing, so I'm going to assume yes.
So vote +1 if you want me to continue to the next round.
Regarding the gun:
Originally designed as a weapon for guerrilla auxiliary forces aiding colonial detachments. It eventually grew favor with Imperial troops all around, becoming most famous for its ability to survive harsh climates. Used by heavies in the Tura Jungle Expeditionary Force against fearsome jungle terrors, by the 42nd Caravan Mounted Guard on the Ibist trade route, and the favored firearm of the Auxiliary Gypsy Detachments that brave cold mountain trails to push inland trade routes past some of the most fearsome natural barriers..
Credit owed to Jake for inspiration on the drum mag.
Comments and notes are always welcome.
News Update: remember that story I promised on the L'sol core a week or two ago? it is finally up, go read it!
not this stupid bobby pulido song stuck in my head.
it all seems so pointless now.
but we keep it moving.
now we're alone cancer my lover.
end words in 'quartet' by heiner muller.
sorry for spoiling it for all ya heiner muller freaks.
Here is a message UpFuk mailed us from Jail to share with you. STAY UP. Looks like his spirit remains unbroken.
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first there is technique. sometimes lots and lots of it.
sometimes there's so much that you forget what you got into this for.
photography is no different and in some ways much much worse than rope.
once you've figured out the camera, you're really only just starting.
there's the development or the edit and everything about darkrooms or photoshop that you need to dive into.
then the print and everything paper, developer and or inks to drown under.
and then the framing and the sequencing.
so much that you forget why you picked the camera up in the first place.
memories, meaning, legacy, blah, blah, blah.
you wanted to play.
that's all it was.
and that is the only everything that you need.
because it will be there no matter how lost you get, no matter how far off the beaten track you find yourself.
the sunk cost fallacy can be hard to come to terms with.
but can your soul really afford not to write it off?
take the L and new paths might appear.
or power through and hope to break through to the other side.
both a gamble with stakes as high as each other.
writing it off, for me, has been the key.
instead of trudging ahead, dropping my luggage and saying ah fuckit what's the worst that could happen has always been more fun.
Normally I'd sit here and apologize for how quiet and anti social I am at the moment.
Not this time.
There is a reason it is happening.
I am taking a 'mental health' break.
At the moment I am attempting to completely re-wire my brain with some CBT.
I need to do it.
It's become overwhelmingly apparent that I can't carry on with my life the way it has been, because it's got to the point now where it has been making me physically ill.
I'm so fed up of having to deal with the crippling anxiety and stress that has become a part of my life over the last few years.
I'm fed up with never having had a chance to learn to like myself.
I want to grow as a person.
I want to learn to like myself, to deal with things in a more positive, happy and peaceful way.
So I am listening to myself.
I am learning to understanding why I feel the way I do, and how I can make changes within myself to stop repeating the destructive behavioural patterns I've created in my life.
I am looking at myself in a whole new way.
Finally learning to see the good in the things I do.
Before this point they have always been completely invisible to me.
The main reason for this is because as sad as it is, I have always regarded myself as not good enough and not worth while....
Why would anyone want to feel that about them self!?!?!?!?!?!?
I'm done with it.
I'm done with feeling like a broken toy!
I know I want to change.
I know I want to be happier.
The only thing that has been stopping me is I haven't known how to do it.
So that's what I'm doing
I'm learning.
Because I fucking want to!
Life will always throw a bad days/weeks/months/years at me. And there will always be fucking dickheads, small minded twats and stupid people I still fucking hate stupid people!!!! that come along.
Only now I am starting to gain the knowledge and understanding on how to not let these affect me as I've let them in the past.
By doing this and taking the time to listening and learn about myself, I'm learning about other people and their behaviour as well.
I am finally getting back to a place where I am happy :)
Which makes me a better parent for my children.
And that over everything else.... well that means the absolute world to me :)
I hadn't expected to shoot today but life had other plans for me.
It started with the jellyfish.
Jellyfish, in November. A type I've never seen before. And not washed up dead on the beach, which is how I typically see my jellyfish. These critters were swimming strongly; I didn't want to waste any time. So I cut short my walk and ran home to get my camera.
Five hundred photos later, I was abuzz with the indescribable high that I'd been missing. Fuckit, I said to the rest of my day; I must keep shooting.
So I went to my favourite place. And this is what I made. And I have no idea if my shooting spree will last but... (insert maniacal laugh)... it sure is fun at the moment.
The sky seemed to mimic the feeling I felt this morning and reminded me of one of my favorite Douglas Adams quotes:
"It is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it... anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job."
With that being said, do remember 1.) Americans have notoriously short attention spans. 2.) American politics have always been very full of rancor and personal attacks. If you don't believe me, go back and look at some of the political pieces written for newspapers in the 1800's. 3.) Life goes on and 4.) You're basically either electing Rich Lawyer A or Rich Lawyer B, both supported by different rich and vested interests.
Until more people realize that, you're left with months of horribly annoying personal attack ads so you can get two more years of nothing changing.
I noticed I never made plans for this shit so I guess here we go, If haven't noticed I'll flex between furry photography and more "normie" photos to help keep things sweet so be mindful of that
-your dumdass truly,
Sammy
Here is a comic strip that UpFuk sent us from jail.
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