1) Don’t reblog anything that doesn’t credit a photographer (unless I can figure out the photographer myself). People don’t seem to realize why this is important because most of them have never created anything themselves. Until the world can unlearn the Great Delusion of the 2000s (Information, Creativity, Imagination and Intellectual Property Should All Be Free!), I’m going to be the change I seek.
2) “Like” other people’s posts excessively and generously.
3) Add and edit followers more closely.
4) Encourage more people over the age of 25 to start their own Tumblrs.
5) Devise a way to meet some of my favorite bloggers on here. (C’mon….you know there’s a Tumblr-er you want to meet too!)
There seems to be some consensus (as much consensus as you’ll ever get out of photo bloggers) that Mark Steinmetz’s spooky B&W tome, Greater Atlanta, is, if not the photobook of the year, then at least one of the greatest photobooks of the year. I loaded a bunch of shots below so that you can judge for yourself.
Personally, I prefer Steinmetz’s earlier photobooks (South East, South Central) that deal with the same theme of the shifting South. But that’s a personal preference. There’s no denying his talent.
Forget the Department of Homeland Security, the war in Afghanistan, all your tax dollars. We have to depend on the bravery of our fellow air passengers if we don’t want to be blown up. Anyone else feel insecure?
Beautiful: “As a rule, I read and write poetry in bed; philosophy and serious essays sitting down at my desk; newspapers and magazines while I eat breakfast or lunch, and novels while lying on the couch. It’s toughest to find a good place to read history, since what one is reading usually is a story of injustices and atrocities and wherever one does that, be it in the garden on a fine summer day or riding a bus in a city, one feels embarrassed to be so lucky. Perhaps the waiting room in a city morgue is the only suitable place to read about Stalin and Pol Pot? Oddly, the same is true of comedy.” - Charles Simic
Saturday night, NYC DJ greats Spinna and Bobbito came to San Francisco to throw the Wonderfull party, their tribute to Stevie Wonder. It is always pouring down rain on the night of the Wonderfull party. It is always the best party of the year.
There’s something amazing about seeing 400 people, all full of love, all singing along and dancing their hearts out to Stevie. Most of us weren’t even alive when the songs came out. But we all know them by heart.
(Did I mention that the Wonderfull party always brings out the cutest boys, too?)
Over at the Chain of Knives Tumblr, Michaela posted an old video interview with the wonderful, spectacular, sublime, every-woman’s-secret-dream-man Nick Cave. I fell right down into the rabbit hole — I had forgotten what a great interview he is. Haven’t forgotten how much I love his music, though. Last year I spent weeks scrapping for tickets to one of his concerts. He hadn’t been to the US in almost a decade and there was no way I was going to miss him.
It IS still Friday morning, though, and Nick Cave is a lot for the daylight hours, so I’m posting one of the happiest songs he ever made: “Breathless” from the Abattoir Blues/Lyre of Orphyeus double set. This is the song I play for anyone who complains to me that Nick is too “dark” and “difficult.” Listen to that flute and those sweet drums and happy lyrics and STFU.