scott

rode my roommates bike for six hours today, picked up some prints from the lab, plastic camera stuff, so as usual only one good image came out of the two rolls of twelve. im wicked psyched to announce the only good image was the one i needed to be good (otherwise i'd have to drive 24 hours each way to re-shoot)

im feeling much better now that ive burned off a lot of frustration on a bicycle. i fucking love busting out through city streets on a bike, its like being a car with pedestrian rights! thats right, im that asshole that flew past you on the sidewalk today. fuck yeah!

im going to try to convince my friend tim to let me live in his "tali-van"
(ok, the name of the van requires a little clarification, so im going to take a moment to try to do so... as a child of the 80's my childhood was of course, ruled by movies, so naturally after seeing the libyan terrorists in Back to the Future my friends and i have a propensity to associate vans of that type with terrorists)
anyway, timmy has this tali-van in the basement garage of our house. he thinks he is going to get it to work, this will not happen for a long-ass time. so, i figure in the meantime, my couch dwelling ass can easily live comfortably in there. what do you think?

mrscott