Today I had the audience of more and different kids than the students in the newspaper class. It was a last minute thing to talk to the photography instructor's class. I didn't have anything planned but did not want to disappoint the class. I did an overview of Chapter 14 in Beaumont Newhall's The History of Photography. The chapter deals with photojournalism, but not in the story-telling way you would think. It talks about the early methods used to publish etchings and photos. Finding a reasonable way to print photos in newspapers was a hard step for technology to overcome ... and it's still in progress. A couple of the kids were making farting noises on their arms, telling me it was time to move on.
Some days, like some people, I don't take a shower. Those are the days I never leave my house.
My friends Andrew and Maris had an extra ticket to the newly opened American Indian Museum. I went with them earlier today. We discovered they have only one gallery filled with contemporary Indian art that seems legitimate. The other displays included guns, swords, and paper currency.
Alcohol Party
I was invited to the birthday party of two nearly-friends, Audrey and Danielle. The party was everything but disappointing. A second night of gin & tonics. My head started to dehydrate just as we were leaving. Perfect timing.
I got off the elevator at my floor tonight, noticing for the 8th time the gin & tonic still in my hand from Rex's studio party. The culmination of great party-goers at a great location produced great photos. When the rum was gone I made my first gin & tonic ever. I am a natural. I was making myself, and others (whom I like to think were actually impressed with my mixing ability) gin & tonics all night. It was a sad thing to see the doors close after the party ... Rex is officially evicted.
Friend and professor Rex Weil handed me an invitation to his last studio party tomorrow, Sept., 24. He has invited all friends and artists to join him in celebrating his studio eviction from 16th St NW, 830pm to Midnight. If you need directions call me. (number at bottom of page) BYOB- unguaranteed amount of drinks and refreshments provided.
This was a geography class that met in the computer lab of the private high school I'm working at. At least it sounded like a geography class. I forget the name of this instructor, reason being everyday in the chow hall I met a few new teachers. Everyone I met so far, students and teachers, have been great. The school appears to be a great school well equipped with extra-curricular programs and sports activities.
I take the bus to the Metro train station. Then I take the train to the end of the line. Lori, an English teacher, picks me up and drives me to a high school. I help her teach the Newspaper Class. Although, because of our schedules I haven't got out there as much as I'd like to.
... and Mass Transit
I catch a ride on one of the school buses when the class is over. Pearl, the bus driver, drops me off back at the Metro train station. Then I ride the train back downtown. Sometimes I fall asleep and miss my stop by a station or two, like today.
I got a call from freelance writer Mike James today. We did a story together for ESPN Magazine and he called to tell me it is now on the news stands. I have photos in this issue's HANGTIME section. I am most happy because this means I will be getting paid soon.
This is my friend Antonio. He works in the photo lab in the lower level of the Corcoran Gallery. The lab he works in is the College's lab in the Gallery's basement. You can go there most days of the week and look in any of the lower-level windows and see students at work in the studios and labs. Unfortunately, Antonio might not get out of the lab until 5pm or later. It was after 5pm today when I took a few pictures of him that may be used in a McGraw-Hill textbook; a text for students whose second language is English.
There's always something to eat if you have bacon.
I signed a freelance contract with Getty Images today. To celebrate I went to a show at the Black Cat to drink beer and yell all night with some friends. By the time Lungfish, the main performance, came on the set I was no longer in the state of mind needed to judge music. I always have fun at the Black Cat.
