It's been a busy week, so very nearly blogworthy that I figured I'd give it a shot. Be warned in advance, it's pretty dry, but I haven't had anything to say for a while.
I spent the middle of the week in Bethesda (near Baltimore) workin'. It was all speech recognition algorithms and application architecture - not very interesting unless, well, there's something wrong with you. Me, I enjoy it. There's pretty much fuck all to do but eat in Bethesda, and you can't throw a manhole cover in any direction without hitting a restaurant. Most of em are pretty damn good. I had a seared Ahi burger at a burger joint called 'The Burger Joint', so-so jumbalaya at the Rock Bottom Brewery, and a blue cheese burger at some steak house somewhere. It doesn't seem like anyone there has caught on that blue cheese is beef's best friend, so I had to ask for it. Life on an expense account is a well fed existence.
It's mostly a town of politicians and doctors, so there's practically no identifiable nightlife to those from out of town. I'm sure that there is an after hours society of beltway insiders probably way to seedy and perverse for a simple city boy like me.
I came home through hell at O'hare. But, that's hardly noteworthy, just something that's easy to complain about.
Coming into a city at night on a plane, you can't ignore how successfully the human species has been at fucking each other and spawning - the ground looks like burnt embers from streetlights and traffic; even from several thousand feet there's no mistaking what's waiting for you when you touch down. I can probably count on one hand the number of society-centric species I've actually seen in the wild (Discovery channel aside). But then you hit the airport bar, and a few canned conversations later, you're pretty sure that had the baboons stayed in charge things would be pretty much the same, except maybe crap-flinging would have a different cultural relevance.
Things got more interesting this weekend, as I prepped lights for several of Sioux's sets. It's humble work, but it keeps me sharp. She was majorly busy all weekend... coming home from today's shoot, she fell soundly asleep in the passenger seat and bounced her face off of the dashboard every time the car slowed down. I'm sure this will be news to her when she reads this.
To break up the monotony, here's a few shots from my photo-taking days (for inexplicable reasons, I will call this the Cobb Salad series).
I spent the middle of the week in Bethesda (near Baltimore) workin'. It was all speech recognition algorithms and application architecture - not very interesting unless, well, there's something wrong with you. Me, I enjoy it. There's pretty much fuck all to do but eat in Bethesda, and you can't throw a manhole cover in any direction without hitting a restaurant. Most of em are pretty damn good. I had a seared Ahi burger at a burger joint called 'The Burger Joint', so-so jumbalaya at the Rock Bottom Brewery, and a blue cheese burger at some steak house somewhere. It doesn't seem like anyone there has caught on that blue cheese is beef's best friend, so I had to ask for it. Life on an expense account is a well fed existence.
It's mostly a town of politicians and doctors, so there's practically no identifiable nightlife to those from out of town. I'm sure that there is an after hours society of beltway insiders probably way to seedy and perverse for a simple city boy like me.
I came home through hell at O'hare. But, that's hardly noteworthy, just something that's easy to complain about.
Coming into a city at night on a plane, you can't ignore how successfully the human species has been at fucking each other and spawning - the ground looks like burnt embers from streetlights and traffic; even from several thousand feet there's no mistaking what's waiting for you when you touch down. I can probably count on one hand the number of society-centric species I've actually seen in the wild (Discovery channel aside). But then you hit the airport bar, and a few canned conversations later, you're pretty sure that had the baboons stayed in charge things would be pretty much the same, except maybe crap-flinging would have a different cultural relevance.
Things got more interesting this weekend, as I prepped lights for several of Sioux's sets. It's humble work, but it keeps me sharp. She was majorly busy all weekend... coming home from today's shoot, she fell soundly asleep in the passenger seat and bounced her face off of the dashboard every time the car slowed down. I'm sure this will be news to her when she reads this.
To break up the monotony, here's a few shots from my photo-taking days (for inexplicable reasons, I will call this the Cobb Salad series).
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dorsal:
lol poor Singhas, they had alot of action they probably haven't had in over 100 years haha
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