HIATUS

Fucking with Big Brother

Just for you paranoids.

If you got a little down time at the office, home, church, town hall meeting have some fun with this.

Remember it's for your own protection.

Awww, isn't that cute.

I just got an email from Democracy for America with my name in the subject line.

It reads: Bush vs. Monkey

I'm special.

It's personal now.

Is that a flag I hear flapping in the distance?

I guess hyperlocalism isn't just for the media anymore.

Did I mention I feel special?

American Idol will be right back after these messages...

AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL CAMPAIGN AGAINST U.S. TORTURE

Hat tip to Jim Johnson.

Happy Earth Day, we know who you are.

Even a monkey can do it.

Spring cleaning that is.

A rephotographic survey of sorts.

Oddly enough it was this image that prompted me, in the downtime of my mother's care a few years back, that I set out to remake this photograph as a homage to someone I hold in high regard. Jim Megargee is his name, and I, years ago was his assistant. You see he, Jim, was probably the most influential guide in my life as a photographer. We shared a link in Pennsylvania. He once lived near where my mother spent her years after I left Philly.

I had an uncontrollable urge to find this spot. Armed with a shitty screen shot, I went milling around the area I suspected it was made. Numerous conversations with locals lead me to the bridge above in Phoenixville, PA. There was no parade that day but I waited and waited for a moment with the flavor of his moment. It never came. I settled for an empty bridge void of Jim's elegant sense of time and passed it along via the U.S. mail.

I've come to realize it was the pursuit of that spot that was the actual homage to Jim. The strength of a photograph to guide someone somewhere to see where an image was made. A fraction of a second to push the button, hour after hour to print the image (sidenote: Jim once told me you can't make a good print without scotch and cigarette ashes in the developer) and the nerve to share it with the world.

I stood in the same spot, with the same single stroke Leica M3 adorned with Summicron bugeyes some 30+ years after this shot was made.

Thank you, Jim.

Rochester, NY 04/15/08

One comes home.





























































And one leaves.

The DNC called begging for money today...

Senator McCain thinks his wife is a cunt.

Jesus spotted in a glass of chocolate milk.

As if a map isn't good enough Monroe Dems jack off Big Brother.

The Town of Greece is sponsoring a morning of document destruction. For the people, of course.

and VP Dick tells 2/3 of America to go fuck ourselves.


Have a nice day.

Filthy lucre!

The GAO has just reported that government employees used purchase cards to pay for lingerie, gambling, lavish dinners and other improper purchases over a 15-month period. Talk about filthy lucre. This leaves me "Pretty Vacant."

Greenwashing, Profit and a Ten Year Old

A conversation from moments ago...

Dirty Hippie: Dad, the back of this letter from RG&E says, "Go Paper-Free and Save a Tree! You can help the environment by selecting a paperless form of bill payment."

Latte Liberal: And?

Dirty Hippie: They want you to get the bill on the computer.

Latte Liberal: Alright, what's your point.

Dirty Hippie: What makes computers run?

Latte Liberal: Electricity.

Dirty Hippie: Right! That's what they sell. It's a scam.

Latte Liberal: I love you.

Dirty Filthy UnAmerican Hippies Gone Wild

My oldest son, the dirty filthy vegetarian hippie (at least in appearance, a punk at heart), has made the announcement that he, the spawn of the potty mouthed latte liberal fuckstick, is cutting his flowing source of power and donating them to Locks of Love.

15 inches of love.

I should be so lucky.

The celebration will not be televised...or will it?

Sixteen years ago today, to the hour, a monkey was drinking scotch. And then he got married. What a Wonderful World.


Sadly, forty years ago today, a fire was extinguished.

Calendars are overrated.

New Aquisitions: Gallerie d'Monquis

Image: Frank Petronio