Digressions

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evilsupplyco:

If you are an artist, when you get stuck, draw bigger and on tracing paper when you are stuck. Consider this manual photoshop. Use scissors, trace, refine.

If you are a writer, when you get stuck, get a pad of paper and at least two colors of pen that contrast….

Very good to remember. Strange, tiny and also large detail (or non-detail, I suppose): the person who taught me, among many, many other things, the correct pronunciation of the word “sagacious” is dying.

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I think perhaps Fifth Floor Chef does not really make pancakes all the time, but perhaps fries things in tempura quite a bit.  

Fun story: I don’t feel like eating all crap food anymore.  This is a very nice change of pace and hasn’t really been in effect since college (where, okay, I did eat quite a bit of fries, but mostly beans, to the detriment of my poor roommate).

Second whiff from window: it has to be tempura sauce.  

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PISSED OFF SEWING RANT (Or: Bernina and Ikea Hatch a Dastardly Plan and Guffaw at the Plebs Over Drinks)

Okay, Bernina.  Let me get this straight.  In order to have a satisfactory, functional sewing machine—the tool with which I make some decent dough—I apparently need to have only Bernina brand bobbins, if I don’t want said bobbins to catch every several yards and break my thread.  You have designed your machines so that they function best with your accessories.  Okay, I get that.  Kind of.  It’s scammy, but I grasp the COMPLETELY UNHELPFUL intention behind it.  But then you make it into some sort of unthinkable quest to obtain these bobbins?  They are only available through certified Bernina dealers who are either (according your VERY functional map) imaginary (unless SkyMaids actually does deal in sewing equipment?) or miles away.  OR I can buy them through some sketchy online folks.  Why?  Why are these so hard to get?  Are they made from Elvish metals, and I have to get permission from the Elves to use them?  Were they forged in the fires of Mount Doom?  Are they Horcruxes? 

FOR SERIOUS FUCK’S SAKE.

When my (okay, fine, ten years old and functioning beautifully, thank you, you assholes, but I’m still mad at you) machine finally gives out, the ONLY reason I would consider buying from you again is because I will apparently have had to kill some orcs to get all the proper tools (using, I’m presuming, all my leftover allen wrenches from Ikea, but not YOUR allen wrench because y’all made it so none of the other allen wrenches fit), and you don’t just switch brands once blood has been shed.

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I did some cleaning today and found these eight rolls of undeveloped film from my senior year of college. I only have an idea of what’s on about three of them, but no clue as to which three. The other five are a mystery. I’m going to find a place that still develops film and either do one at a time or all at once. There is a good chance that there are two dick pics on one roll—my camera went astray at a cast party and I was later informed by two riotously drunk fellow actors that they had photographed each other’s junk while they peed. It could be that their aim was so off that the dicks might not have made it into the pics, but because of this, getting them developed all at once might save me from having to make a disclaimer up to eight times.
I hope they haven’t been chemically ruined after all this time.

I did some cleaning today and found these eight rolls of undeveloped film from my senior year of college. I only have an idea of what’s on about three of them, but no clue as to which three. The other five are a mystery. I’m going to find a place that still develops film and either do one at a time or all at once. There is a good chance that there are two dick pics on one roll—my camera went astray at a cast party and I was later informed by two riotously drunk fellow actors that they had photographed each other’s junk while they peed. It could be that their aim was so off that the dicks might not have made it into the pics, but because of this, getting them developed all at once might save me from having to make a disclaimer up to eight times.
I hope they haven’t been chemically ruined after all this time.

Filed under film photography old school photography probably the bad kind bad like inexpert

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oupacademic:

As conflict in the Middle East continues, we’ve put together a list of books that offer information on the region’s past and present.

Reading list reblog!

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