{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus","title":"\"Gobs of hickeys with Duran Duran\"","subtitle":"\"Gobs of hickeys with Duran Duran\"","author":{"name":"\"Gobs of hickeys with Duran Duran\""},"link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"service.feed","type":"application\/x.atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom","title":"\"Gobs of hickeys with Duran Duran\""}}],"updated":"2016-06-28T02:48:06Z","entry":[{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:492997","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/492997.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=492997"}}],"title":"just say no","published":"2016-06-28T02:48:06Z","updated":"2016-06-28T02:48:06Z","content":"the urge to read through past entries

vs.

the urge to make everything private

vs.

the urge to delete

vs.

the urge to hit yes when the \"restore from previous draft\" prompt pops up"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:491499","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/491499.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=491499"}}],"title":"level up human2.0","published":"2015-07-14T15:11:44Z","updated":"2015-07-14T15:11:44Z","content":"It's 11:09 on a Tuesday morning and I'm waiting for a doctor to come in and give me the flu. For money. Like, a lot of money. What is my life."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:489946","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/489946.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=489946"}}],"title":"May (in no specific order) in action ","published":"2014-05-16T18:30:25Z","updated":"2014-05-16T18:31:09Z","content":"Three new teeth
Bike lawyer
Applying for grad school
Finding a new place to live
Dealing with an idiotic landlord
Being sued by said landlord
Managing a concert series
Booking next month's concert series
Going to a couple shows a week
Helping J. deal with a bed bug infestation
Being inherently miserable
Trying to recall my own self-worth and realizing I'm not doing all that bad
Attempting to stay current and relevant in everything I do"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:489709","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/489709.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=489709"}}],"title":"teef haiku","published":"2014-04-16T15:59:25Z","updated":"2014-04-16T15:59:25Z","content":"Made love to concrete
Playing the broken teeth blues
Philly streets taste test"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:488290","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/488290.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=488290"}}],"title":"radio","published":"2013-11-10T18:34:34Z","updated":"2013-11-10T18:34:34Z","content":"My friend Jessie<\/a> wrote this a few months ago. I love it.

\"Last night, listening to Yoni\u2019s radio show, I felt like I was 16, 17, again, in the best possible way. Sitting in the dark of a quiet house, with everyone else asleep, and sipping whiskey, and listening thru my headphones to a late night DJ playing the best music, and the only other sounds I could hear were the occasional car driving past and the trains running thru town; like being a teenager and sitting up late when everyone else was asleep, drinking coffee and maybe surreptitiously slipping whiskey or brandy in it, and yeah back then I\u2019d be tuning into some Milwaukee or Kenosha or Chicago station on my handheld AM\/FM\/cassette player rather than listening to an Internet stream on my damn smartphone, but it was the same feeling. That feeling of being only one of a handful awake, the few whose radios are tuned to the same station in the vasty American night, and it felt like a great secret, the DJ playing some songs you know so well and being happy that someone else knows them, the DJ playing some songs you\u2019ve never heard before but immediately loved and they gave them to you like an aural gift, gave them to you and the other night owls who had to stay awake to hear just one more guitar chord, one more drumbeat, one more perfect fucking song.\""},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:487015","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/487015.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=487015"}}],"title":"Process.","published":"2013-02-26T00:31:12Z","updated":"2013-02-26T00:39:56Z","content":"Packing
Unpacking
Packing
Unpacking
Packing

Moving.

I never really unpacked this time. I'd like to think I knew, but I might just be that lazy.

Here's to new beginnings (and not moving again in four months)!"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:486705","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/486705.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=486705"}}],"title":"corvus @ 2013-01-31T20:20:00","published":"2013-02-01T01:20:18Z","updated":"2013-02-01T01:28:09Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"probably my own damn fault"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"humans"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"ugh"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"not fun"}}],"content":"Trying to move to a new house. For those playing along at home, it'd be the fourth place I've lived in the past year, not including the two weeks I spent between houses at J's place in South Philly.

FUN"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:486373","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/486373.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=486373"}}],"title":"Mashina (crossposted from Tumblr)","published":"2013-01-19T05:34:05Z","updated":"2013-01-19T05:34:05Z","content":"

Mashina - \u201cSend Me An Angel\u201d

\u201c\u05de\u05e9\u05d9\u05e0\u05d4 - \u201c\u05e9\u05dc\u05d7 \u05dc\u05d9 \u05de\u05dc\u05d0\u05da

\u2014

The more things change, you know? It\u2019s past midnight. Friday night. I\u2019m lying in bed and listening to Mashina (\u05de\u05e9\u05d9\u05e0\u05d4 in Hebrew). And I just had this\u2026 well, let me explain. So Mashina is one of the best known Israeli rock bands. They\u2019ve been around since the early 80s. Back then they sounded like Madness. Seriously, it\u2019s straight up Madness worship. It\u2019s amazing. Later albums were more Pixies-like. And after that it kind of goes downhill. Still, from 1984 to 1993, from the self-titled album to Si Ha-Regesh (\u05e9\u05d9\u05d0 \u05d4\u05e8\u05d2\u05e9), they were golden. Or at least my adolescent self thought so.

I was five years old in 1984 and a couple years after that I started getting interested in music. The first two Mashina albums are some of the initial stuff I remember obsessing over. I don\u2019t know where I got the tapes or even if they were dubbed or originals. I\u2019m basically an only child - three half-siblings who are far older - and so I suspect that I might have dubbed the tapes from my friend\u2019s sister\u2019s collection. I would listen to those two albums over and over again. I was eight or nine at that point.

The only other album I remember being mine and not something I borrowed from my parents\u2019 collection was some compilation of Disney-themed songs. You know, the kind where Donald Duck sings about going to the big dance and the Chipmunks are on some kind of vacation. I played that a bunch at the going away\/birthday party my mom threw for me when we moved from Jerusalem to Zichron Ya\u2019acov when I was 10. That\u2019s a different story.

What I loved about Mashina and what I still very much appreciate about the band was just how clever they were. Sure, a large chunk of the tracks are the standards: heartbreak, friendship, loss, that sort of thing. But at the same time, they had songs about some really absurd and weird stuff. The video I posted, \u201cSend Me An Angel\u201d, is a plea not for a woman or whatever but for someone or something who can take him away from all this and bring him to a place that doesn\u2019t suck as much. Everything is delivered with a heavy dose of Israeli sarcasm: the narrator knows that nothing is going to change but he figures there\u2019s no harm in asking. And that video is ridiculous and fun.

Also: saxophone, accordion, keyboards, and lots of silliness. They had songs about zebras, people shrinking into nothingness, a secret agent who murdered the devil, and a thinly veiled and rather nifty punk cover of Bob Dylan\u2019s \u201cThe Hurricane\u201d. At the same time, they also addressed the Occupation and just how fucked the Israeli identity is with enough sincerity to appeal to my budding left wing politics. It was catchy and clever as hell and I loved it. Hell, I still do. That\u2019s what started this post off, the memories of lying in bed late at night with headphones on and listening to Mashina. That started when I was nine or so and probably continued until I was 18. By that point my mom and I were living in the States. My father was still in Israel, where he would remain until he died about eight years ago. He\u2019d send me music sometimes, basically whatever was popular with the mainstream youth at that moment. Even when I started getting into goth and industrial - I really didn\u2019t listen to punk until I was 18 - I still had a soft spot for Israeli rock music. And the fact that I\u2019m 33 now and still listening to this stuff is pretty emblematic of the fact that it never went away."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:484653","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/484653.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=484653"}}],"title":"corvus @ 2012-10-09T10:02:00","published":"2012-10-09T14:02:29Z","updated":"2012-10-09T14:02:29Z","content":"It's ten in the morning and I've been up for two hours. For a lazy bastard like myself, this is impressive. I woke up with J and didn't go back to sleep even after she left for school. Made some tacos for breakfast - rice, chickpeas, onion, sauerkraut, Brussels sprouts, salsa - and now I'm getting my shit together. I think today will be the first day I wear my leather jacket this year. I need to touch up some of the little bits of paint on it, old marks from years back. I also need to figure out a way to repair my kheffiyah before it gets more ripped. As much as I love running around in shorts and too-tight t-shirts, fall and winter are far more appealing fashion-wise.

Things at the new house have been okay. One month in and my room still isn't set up, but whatever. I keep on having promises of furniture that don't materialize. The promises and the furniture. I have a working record player for the first time in I don't know how long. It's a piece of shit but whatever. I look forward to rediscovering my record collection and maybe digitizing some of the rarer stuff.

I still haven't really figured my new housemates out. I mean, I have, I guess, and I enjoy hanging out with them, I just don't feel like they consider me anything but that weird older guy who doesn't hang out that often. It's not that I sleep at J's all the time, it's more that I'm usually out at shows or whatever. They've all known each other forever and their social circle extends very little outside of the house. I don't feel rejected; it's more that I don't feel included. There's a difference.

Plans for the next few months: finish my degree, find more places to exhibit my photos, make money, travel, organize, agitate, and fuck the world up just a bit more. I mean, in a good way, you know. Oh, and read more. I've been slacking."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:484360","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/484360.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=484360"}}],"title":"Two trees <- > Lungs x-ray","published":"2012-10-03T02:21:41Z","updated":"2012-10-03T02:21:41Z","content":"
\"Two<\/a>
Two trees Lungs x-ray<\/a>, a photo by intothewildone<\/a> on Flickr.<\/span><\/div>

<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:484085","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/484085.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=484085"}}],"title":"Got New Dreams","published":"2012-08-28T14:27:45Z","updated":"2012-08-28T14:27:45Z","content":""},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:482963","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/482963.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=482963"}}],"title":"In Praise of Amoral Phenomena","published":"2012-07-03T12:03:38Z","updated":"2012-07-03T12:03:38Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"moving"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"death"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bullshit feelings"}}],"content":"Moving is totally the pits. Definitely one of those times I wish I did things the right way and had a car or felt the need to rent a truck or something. The place where I'm housesitting is all of seven blocks away, though, and so I felt like I could do it just with the help of friends. We'll see how that treats me.

--

The anniversary of my father's death was two weeks ago. I didn't post at the time because I didn't really have too much time in front of the computer. That's kind of a theme, of late. Also, check this out: that Thursday was my friend's memorial. Friday was the anniversary. And on Saturday I found out another friend died. What the hell, right? So glad June is over.

--

That Friday was also J's birthday. Things on that front are going splendidly. Like, scarily so. I told her the other night about how I don't know how to deal sometimes cause this feels so awesome and almost ideal. She agreed. Life is weird.

--

It's eight in the morning and I've been up for two hours cleaning. I still have about a box's worth of stuff to pack up. A friend and minivan should be here around noon. I got three or so hours of terrible sleep and tonight is a show and camping. We'll see if I make it or not."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:482072","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/482072.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=482072"}}],"title":"Phrases I never thought I'd say","published":"2012-05-30T13:15:17Z","updated":"2012-05-30T13:15:17Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"romance"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"emotional bullshit"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"pma"}}],"content":"\"June is going to be awesome and I'm getting started early.\"

I guess I really do have that PMA.

* Still hanging out with the same person and feeling totally blissed out but grounded
* Moving in July
* Staying posi
* Bike rides, metal shows, cooking projects, activism
* Just got two New Bad Things 7\"s that I didn't have before
* Three photo shows coming up
* Tattoo?!

Yo, life ain't half bad sometimes."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:481857","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/481857.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=481857"}}],"title":"\"sun melts everything down, and the hills are reduced to nothing\"","published":"2012-05-21T16:00:03Z","updated":"2012-05-21T16:00:03Z","content":"

\"IMGP6091<\/a>
IMGP6091<\/a>, a photo by corvussolus<\/a> on Flickr.<\/span><\/div>

<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:481667","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/481667.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=481667"}}],"title":"corvus @ 2012-05-06T18:22:00","published":"2012-05-06T22:22:05Z","updated":"2012-05-06T22:25:18Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"pictures"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"photography"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"emo bullshit"}}],"content":"\"IMGP5818\"<\/a>

When I'm feeling really antsy, one of the best things I can do for myself is grab my camera and bike and go take pictures somewhere. Just focusing on angles and light and everything else usually makes me forget whatever it is that's bothering me. Realizing that I'm getting great pictures also helps a lot."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:480065","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/480065.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=480065"}}],"title":"IMGP5049","published":"2012-03-24T21:10:56Z","updated":"2012-03-24T21:10:56Z","content":"

\"IMGP5049<\/a>
IMGP5049<\/a>, a photo by corvussolus<\/a> on Flickr.<\/span><\/div>

Read between the lines<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:479876","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/479876.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=479876"}}],"title":"Life... But How to Live It?","published":"2012-03-11T00:33:56Z","updated":"2012-03-11T00:39:31Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"repetitive bullshit"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"introspective bullshit"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"bullshit bullshit"}}],"content":"So I survived Florida. Philly has been pretty decent to me since I got back about a week ago. I had the realization that I still don't know how to deal with crushes, which makes me feel eternally 15. Otherwise, life is alright. Today has been all about researching music. It started off with the idea of playing a weird mix of alt country and noisy, droney stuff on my radio show tomorrow night and has since morphed into ... well, it's a bit out of control, though not in a bad way.

I dropped by the bar late last night and ended up in a really solid discussion with somebody who I've never much talked to before except in passing. When I'm in a shittier mental\/emotional space, I feel like that's most of my social circle. When I'm not, I feel elated to connect with another person who I've known for years but am not particularly close with at all. I know a lot of people. That is a topic for another post.

But we talked for a long time, just shooting the shit and telling stories and talking about traveling and people and all sorts of things. She told me that she's buying a house soon and is going to need people to live in it and maybe one of those people could be me. I almost jumped up and down with giddiness. I'm still stuck at my old place. Honestly, it's not that bad. My room is huge, my rent is cheap, the location is pretty good. My only (oft repeated, by now) beef is that it's a completely anti-social house. I just haven't moved out cause my room is huge, the rent is cheap, and the location is pretty good.

The whole situation is annoying and makes me feel like a bit of a failure. That's probably also a topic for another post. Or not, cause I feel like I've talked about that enough. I hope that I can stop worrying about this in the near future because I'm obnoxiously sick of obsessing over it.

Story of my fucking life, eh? Weird awkward obsessions and the world not making sense. Quick, somebody teach me how to play the guitar! I'll make millions!

----

For the tl;dr crowd, here's my life in a paragraph:<\/b>

I have thousands of records and a broken turntable. Unpublished interviews with Alec Empire and Amanda Palmer, amongst others. One paper to hand in for my degree and no real energy to work on it. I don't need discipline as much as a Ritalin prescription. Or maybe it's the other way around?"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:479363","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/479363.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=479363"}}],"title":"Livejournal is for whining","published":"2012-02-17T12:16:58Z","updated":"2012-02-17T12:17:41Z","category":{"@attributes":{"term":"introspective emo bullshit"}},"content":"[whining deleted]

It's seven in the morning and I'm listening to The Promise Ring and feeling sorry for myself. I guess it could be worse: I could be listening to Bauhaus or The Cure or something. Or I could be 15. That would totally be the worst.

Being 32 and feeling this way is not that much better.

\"IMGP2152\"<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:478173","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/478173.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=478173"}}],"title":"corvus @ 2012-01-10T02:37:00","published":"2012-01-10T07:37:40Z","updated":"2012-01-10T07:37:40Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"repetitive bullshit"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"take me out back and shoot me"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"medical studies"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"emo bullshit"}}],"content":"I'm in a medical study and so far I haven't gone crazy. I'm pretty okay with that. Last time I was in here I had three friends with me and it was actually not that bad. I've been doing these things for so long now that you'd think I'd be used to it. But I'm not, which is honestly probably a good thing. I'd be worried if I could get used to this sort of environment.

I don't really have much to report back about. I was contemplating a two week trip out to SF with a foray down the coast to meet Rachel in San Diego (SD?) but I don't see that happening. I think it's because I'm trying to move out of my house and anyway I'm just feeling so overwhelmed with life that skipping town shouldn't be my path. I'd like to think that it's because I'm getting mature in my old age but I really don't have that much faith in getting things done. Leaving for most of February, however, won't help that at all.

At the same time, I really haven't gotten much done during the past week. I always have these grandiose plans for when I'm in studies, that I'm going to finish up long-abandoned projects or read a dozen books. Really all I end up doing is watching as much Law and Order as possible and trying to ignore all the bros. And there's a lot of bros."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:477912","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/477912.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=477912"}}],"title":"corvus @ 2011-12-29T01:03:00","published":"2011-12-29T09:03:30Z","updated":"2011-12-29T09:03:30Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"real life shit"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"seattle posts"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"photography"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"blah blah blah"}}],"content":"Been kinda quiet. Not because I don't care, just because I don't feel like sharing. I've been putting thoughts in image form on Tumblr<\/a> but I don't think that counts. I'm back in Seattle until Friday and next week I start a ten day medical study. I'm sure you'll hear from me more then, since I'll be bored out of my mind and in front of the computer the entire time.

I had some pictures up in a gallery. I think I mentioned that. It went swimmingly terrible. I didn't sell any of the larger prints, much less the 8x12s. That's okay because at the most recent Punk Rock Flea Market I managed to unload a dozen of the smaller prints and one of the big ones. I'm going to shop myself around a bit more and see if I can find a gallery that better suits my work. Which is to say, a place that not only digs pictures of dead animals and abandoned buildings and punk shows but also attracts an audience who feels the same.

I can't complain about everything that happened with that, honestly. It was a learning experience and I couldn't have picked a better group of people to deal with for my first time showing in a place that isn't, you know, my friend's coffee shop.

Here's a picture I took a couple weeks ago in Boston. Neato!

\"IMGP4705\"<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:477269","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/477269.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=477269"}}],"title":"Mischief Brew @ Occupy Philly","published":"2011-11-09T21:18:13Z","updated":"2011-11-09T21:18:13Z","content":"

\"IMGP4141<\/a>
IMGP4141<\/a>, a photo by corvussolus<\/a> on Flickr.<\/span><\/div>

<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:476564","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/476564.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=476564"}}],"title":"Savage Republic","published":"2011-10-06T18:07:43Z","updated":"2011-10-06T18:07:43Z","content":"

\"Savage<\/a>
Savage Republic 1<\/a>, a photo by corvussolus<\/a> on Flickr.<\/span><\/div>

<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:476386","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/476386.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=476386"}}],"title":"IMGP3731","published":"2011-09-24T07:42:59Z","updated":"2011-09-24T08:17:20Z","content":"

\"IMGP3731<\/a>
IMGP3731<\/a>, a photo by corvussolus<\/a> on Flickr.<\/span><\/div>

Shades of memory (I miss you)<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:475971","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/475971.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=475971"}}],"title":"Bunnydrums 1","published":"2011-09-12T22:05:54Z","updated":"2011-09-12T22:05:54Z","content":"

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Bunnydrums 1<\/a>, a photo by corvussolus<\/a> on Flickr.<\/span><\/div>

Same old, same old. I feel like I'm at the cusp of something real happening. Basically finished with school except for my senior project which I've totally been lagging on. I might even look for a real job for the first time in a decade. Actually, it's been longer than that. Here's to being lazy.

I took this picture at a Bunnydrums show a month back. Definitely the best new\/no wave band from Philadelphia. I think they started back in 1985. Wait, no, it was 1980. That's awesome. This city rules.<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:corvus:475147","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/475147.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/corvus.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=475147"}}],"title":"corvus @ 2011-07-31T04:03:00","published":"2011-07-31T08:03:51Z","updated":"2011-07-31T08:06:35Z","content":"Five shows in a week. Two basements, two bars, and one ABC No Rio. Come October or November, I'm going to be really tempted to just disappear with some band or another for a couple weeks. Been taking lots of pictures, which is good, but now I need to go through them all. That part is less good. Well, sort of. When I find the shots that turned out great I still get really excited.

I remember when I was sixteen and going to a whacky Israeli military-run summer camp and that's when I first started to take my father's lesson of 'shoot as many pictures as possible' seriously. I was one of only a few people with a camera and basically the only person getting things developed. I'd pass the pictures around the bus and I'd have all the good shots in the front and everyone would always get confused and ask me why. The real question is, why would you want to see the fuzzy shots, the ones where someone's head is cut off, or whatever else that could go wrong with a picture?

These days it's a lot easier. Thank goodness for digital, eh? Since I still don't totally know what I'm doing, I can open up the lens, play with the f-stop, and so on, and just keep on shooting until I figure out the best settings. It's not a guessing game as much as an experiment with sure results. And then out of the 100+ pictures I might take at a show, I'll upload a dozen or so. The fuzzy, the ones where everything is too dark or too light or too shitty, those get left behind.

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Got caught up in a game of who can find the most ridiculous cover and I totally lost my train of thought. I have my first real photo exhibition next Saturday. If you want more info, let me know.

I leave you with this, because it's very odd and I really don't know what to make of it. It's Prince covering Joni Mitchell.

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