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|August 31, 2011 | Found Images

Flak

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Kilauea Volcano Lava Flow Spitting Into The Air And Ocean

Why Do Angels Cry In The Night?

|August 30, 2011 | Found Images

VOID

‘Tis The Season?

|August 30, 2011 | Found Images

It’s not even September yet, it’s blazing hot, and the air is filled with black haze from marsh fires. It stinks like burning tires and stings my eyes. Still, there’s a definite Halloween vibe going on. Is it because Walgreens already put the candy out? I’m 100% in favor of starting the best holiday ever a little early, I’m just sayin’. Quiet Death.

Candy apples and razor blades

Tis The Season?

Little dead are soon in graves

Worry Not

|August 30, 2011 | Found Images

Worry Not 3

What, Me Worry?

Worry-Not 2

Friendz

|August 30, 2011 | Found Images

” Two from Television ” – Tom Verlaine and Richard Hell, Interview Magazine, 1974.

Tom Verlaine & Richard Hell

Six Years

|August 29, 2011 | Philosophy, Stuffs

I was going through some stuff the other day and I found this can, dated August 2005, which might be the only souvenir I have of Hurricane Katrina. Even though I carried a camera with me the whole time I was evacuated, everything was so crazy that it didn’t occur to me to take any pictures. There are a couple of shots from when we snuck back into the city in early September, but they don’t bear any resemblance to what things actually looked like, and they certainly don’t convey the utter surreality of the situation. We were driving around, got stopped a couple of times by the National Guard ( who were actually pretty nice ), and we heard that Molly’s was open, so we went to take a look. There was no power, but they were getting ice from the military and they had cold beer. There was us, a couple of helicopter pilots, and a couple of doctors in scrubs. I took a photo, which looks like some people in a bar.

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Anheuser-Busch Drinking Water

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Cel phones didn’t have cameras in them yet, let alone video, so there isn’t the flood ( zing! ) of images that there would have been if the storm had hit a few years later. I guess a lot of the technology that’s ubiquitous now was starting to appear around that time, but to us, the evacuation is a very clear dividing line between the old and the new : voice service was down, but we discovered that we could text, something most people hadn’t tried before. Social networking, too, was just a curiosity until it became the only way for much of the New Orleans diaspora to find each other. We stopped at libraries to go on MySpace, or we used wi-fi for the first time. “ Where’s Louie? Oh man, he was on his girlfriend’s roof in Mississippi and they got choppered out – I think he’s in Memphis. The wind picked up a church and dropped it on his car! ” ” Did you see Splinter’s van on the news? Across from that fire on Camp and St.Andrew that they kept showing for days? ” ” Yeah. Guess who I heard started the fire? ”

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Now that everybody has a movie-camera-GPS-Twitter-feed-etc-etc device on them at all times, if the shit was really going to hit the fan in Hurricane Irene, I thought, things were going to be really different.

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My mementos of the storm are inside me. I know what MREs taste like ( better than you’d expect, and the tiny bottles of Tabasco are nice ), I know how to use a chainsaw, how to clean a gun, how power and sewer hookups work. My things aren’t as important to me as they used to be. I know how easily and thoroughly law and order can break down, and I know what it’s like when nobody’s in charge. That’s actual, real anarchy, and it’s not nice. I really liked New Orleans before Katrina, and I truly loved it for a while afterwards, when it was a wild west town where nothing worked and there wasn’t really much going on, but where we celebrated wildly as friends trickled back. We were in this together, now. Nobody visited for years, and people were convinced that the city was totally destroyed, or that gunmen were roaming the streets, and I liked that. Our own planet, poles apart from yours. Ragged, dark. Less rules. It’s different now, six years later. It’s a little more like a place in America, and I love it a little less.

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|August 29, 2011 | Found Images

Hook The Shark-Girl

Come On, Mr. Moon

|August 28, 2011 | Found Images

.. don’t bug out too soon, because we like you, we like you, Mr. Moon.

Come On Mister Moon

La lune à un mètre, 1898.

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|August 28, 2011 | Found Images

” Debbie and Clem trying to walk down the street. “

Debbie And Clem Trying To Walk Down The Street

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|August 28, 2011 | Found Images

Roads 2

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|August 28, 2011 | Found Images

Nihon Eiga.

映画のポスター

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|August 28, 2011 | Found Images

Nancy Panels.

Nancy Panel 1

ナンシー  ナンシー  ナンシー  ナンシー  ナンシー  ナンシー

Nancy Panel 2

ナンシー  ナンシー  ナンシー  ナンシー  ナンシー  ナンシー

Nancy Panel 3

Arpeggiator

|August 28, 2011 | Found Images, Found Sounds

I like this a lot – reminds me of the crazy sound that hundreds of slot machines make in a giant casino.

アルペジエーター  アルペジエーター  アルペジエーター  アルペジエーター

Fugazi : Arpeggiator

Fugazi : Arpeggiator

アルペジエーター  アルペジエーター  アルペジエーター  アルペジエーター

End Hits - Back Cover

BROOKLYN, baby.

|August 28, 2011 | Found Images

BROOKLYN , baby

Found.

|August 28, 2011 | Found Images

Tom Swift And His Television Detector 72

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|August 27, 2011 | Found Images

Å®† Déçø Iñ∂îåñ

New Pontiac

|August 27, 2011 | Found Images

Fred Herzog, 1957.

New Pontiac

Altes Gewächshaus

|August 27, 2011 | Found Images

Christian Flatscher, 2010.

Altes Gewächshaus

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|August 27, 2011 | Found Images

A Family In Front Of Their Simple Home

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|August 27, 2011 | Found Images

It's Them Dudes Again 2

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