Two Views of Augusta

Augusta is great. I'm still making mistakes, but doing wicked better. Thanks for asking.

Udder Alternatives

I never drink milk. Unless it's chocolate, or cream in coffee. Or from the bottom of cereal.

New-New Journalism

A grad student at
Georgetown University
is going to interview
me as part of her
Comm. Culture & Tech
thesis project.
I was flattered that
she would want
my opinion (and
that her professor
recommend she inter-
view me)! Her research
focuses on images of
war. In thinking on
this subject recently
I wrote:

New-New American
Journalism
recognizes that
many times a picture
tells the story better
than words can. A
Story is both visual
and verbal. Imagine
as language itself
was being developed
by man, at one
time language
gestures were
probably more
prominent (than words). In
ancient tales of
battle these
gestures are (and translate into) the
images of war
we see in the
newspapers and
on televisions.

Not sure how profound it is.
But it's cool to think about.

New Colonial Living

My new colonial
apartment is located
in the second floor
of this awesome
Maine-esque Apartment
Home. I think there
is less space wasted
in northern homes.
I am used to the 9 -
10 foot ceilings of D.C.
(Which was probably better
for the climate, the sweltering
summer humidity and all.
It could also be where all
the extra rent money goes.)
Here the ceilings on
buildings are lower
which I imagine is
more comfortable,
even cozier when
it comes to Winter
weather. (Also, more
affordable to heat. If
you're renting an
apartment in Maine,
chances are your
landlord is paying
the heating bill.)
I'll probably
regret saying this
but, I can't wait
for the seasons
here! We are on
the verge of the
picturesque Fall
New Colonial, New
World, New England
Season.
-remember shower curtain
-get a spoon
-bacon
-milk
-cereal
-used rifle, 30.06?

Trucks Doing Good

took
this when I stopped to
take a picture of the
Maine State Capitol on
my way to my storage
unit. Notice the
sweet Lobster plates.

New Colonial Communication

I got my SLR out of the
Capital Area Storage unit
a couple days ago. It
brings back memories
of my old, worry-free
D2X days.

Tribute to Development

This is a tribute to my friend Andrew Bain. He grew up in the Blue Ridge Mountains near Charlottesville, Virginia. His family lived there for like 500 years. They have watched the landscape change over generations, literally. Andrew Bain takes fine art photography on the waves edge of mass-development that is swarming agriculture and wildlife with apartment buildings and strip malls. It's happening all over America. I'm noticing it more than ever here in Augusta, Maine. But I remember proof-reading an article in the Kennebec Journal that said Maine has a pioneer plan it is testing to lessen the detrimental effects of development.
An early photo that points at this issue in a slightly different way is Stieglitz "The Steerage." Because the line between development and wildlife/agriculture is somewhat of a class issue.
To see other photos that try to draw attention to land development check out Kim Kirkpatrick's photos. He was an instructor to Andrew Bain at the Corcoran College of Art. I also took a color photo class with Kim Kirkpatrick.

New Colonial Project

This is The Pine Tree State
Running on CentralMaine
power
And this is Augusta.
A new American
suburban colony

From: Augusta To: Augusta

I have moved out of the Edwards House Inn. I have started moving into a house on Weston Street.

Tribute to Marcel Duchamp

I sometimes get out of work earlier on weekends than during weekday because I arrive earlier to process obituaries. Sunday night I got out at 11:30 p.m. I bought a 6-pack of beer (Geary's pale ale made in Portland, Maine) and made a tribute to Marcel Duchamp with yesterday's (now yester-yesterday's) newspaper. (I wish more girls had mustaches.) Good thing I said that parenthetically! (skye.) (syke-syke.) (wtf?)

Bored in Augusta, Maine

It was bound to happen. It's happened everywhere I've ever lived or visited. Now I am in Augusta, bored. It's a lot more beautiful here than in many of those other places. But I'm here by myself. In an empty city. Bored.